It was a hot summer evening, and the house was filled with a sense of languid desire. Sarah, a stunningly beautiful woman in her early thirties, was standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a silk robe that did little to conceal her curves. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her full lips were parted in a sultry smile.
As she reached up to grab a glass from the cabinet, her robe slipped open, revealing a partially nude body that was the embodiment of feminine perfection. Her full breasts, with their erect nipples, were barely covered by the thin fabric, and her hips flared out invitingly, leading down to long, toned legs.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders, and a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. She turned to see Jack, her husband’s best friend, standing behind her. Jack was a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and a ruggedly handsome face. He was wearing only a pair of low-slung jeans, and his bare chest was covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Without a word, Jack pulled Sarah close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and she could feel the heat of his desire as his hands roamed over her body. She responded eagerly, her own hands reaching up to tangle in his short, blond hair.
As they kissed, Jack’s hands slipped under Sarah’s robe, caressing her bare skin. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped with pleasure. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, feeling the heat of his desire.
With a low growl, Jack picked Sarah up, setting her on the kitchen counter. He pushed her legs apart, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. He teased her, circling her clit with his thumb, before sliding a finger inside her. She moaned with pleasure, her head falling back as he added a second finger, stretching her wide.
Breaking their kiss, Jack knelt between Sarah’s legs, his tongue replacing his fingers. He licked and sucked at her clit, his fingers still moving inside her. Sarah’s hips bucked, her hands grabbing at his hair as she rode his face. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, and she cried out as it crashed over her, her juices flowing freely.
Panting, Sarah looked down at Jack, his face glistening with her wetness. She reached down, pulling him up and kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she reached down, stroking him through his jeans.
With a low groan, Jack pulled away, kicking off his jeans. Sarah reached down, taking his cock in her hand, stroking him as she leaned in to kiss his neck. She could feel him trembling with desire, and she knew that he was close.
Sliding off the counter, Sarah turned around, bending over and bracing her hands on the kitchen table. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes locked on Jack’s as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel the tip of his cock against her entrance, and she pushed back, taking him inside her.
Jack grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him as he thrust deep inside her. She cried out, her fingers digging into the table as he began to fuck her hard and fast. She could feel another orgasm building inside her, and she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
With a final, deep thrust, Jack came, filling her with his hot seed. She could feel it spilling out of her, and she moaned with pleasure as he collapsed against her, his arms wrapping around her waist.
Breathless, they stood there for a moment, their bodies still joined. Then, with a lazy smile, Sarah turned around, kissing Jack deeply. “Welcome to the kitchen,” she whispered, her hands running over his chest. “I hope you’re hungry.”
