I arrive home from work later than expected. My wife has already put the kids to bed upstairs, and she is just finishing cleaning the kitchen, wiping the counters. She turns and greets me with a smile. We chat about our days and after a few minutes, she hops up to sit on the kitchen counter. It’s August and she’s wearing a summer dress. She looks amazing, but my mind is still on work, and I don’t notice. We talk about our days. Still distracted, I miss her cues. She bites her bottom lip. She rolls her head to the side and back slightly. She almost imperceptibly spreads her knees apart while looking me in the eye. I continue talking, oblivious. After a few minutes, she pulls me in for a small kiss. I kiss her back, just a peck, and start to back away, yet she holds onto me, kissing me again, more passionately this time. She looks me in the eyes and whispers, “You should fuck me on this counter, right now.” I pause. Thoughts of work vanish. I look at her inquisitively. Is she playing around? Maybe hinting at sex when we go to bed later? No. The look in her eyes says, “fuck me now.” I feel my cock shift in my pants. She looks down, sees the reaction she has caused and smirks confidently. She slips her panties off and they drop to the floor.
I pause for a moment, realizing what is happening, and my instincts take over. I take my shirt off as she undoes my belt and pants and they drop to the floor. I slide my briefs down and kick them to the side. Not wasting any time, she simply pulls her dress up. She touches herself, her back leaning on the cabinets. In just moments, I’ve gone from stressing about work to standing naked in my kitchen, my beautiful wife touching herself in front of me, my hard cock inches from her wet pussy. She reaches down with her other hand and strokes me as she kisses me deeply again, her tongue touching mine. I grasp the back of her neck with my hands and pull her into a long, passionate kiss. She strokes my cock with one hand, and with the other guides one of my hands to her pussy. She is so wet. It’s such a turn-on my cock throbs in her grip. She moans softly as I rub her clit. Unable to control myself, I grab her hips and pull us close. Sitting on the counter puts her at the perfect height. My cock teases her pussy for just a moment. She stops touching herself. She slips her dress off over her head, unclasps her bra and slings it aside. She grabs my hips and pulls me into her. She feels so tight and warm around my cock, unbelievably good.
I push deep into her as she moans, “Oh, That’s So Good, Fuck Me, Yes.” We lean into each other, my chin just above her forehead, I feel her hot breath on my neck. I thrust into her again and again, grabbing her hips as she leans back and pushes down into our rhythm. I put a hand on her shoulder, pulling her into me. We fuck harder as she begins to rub her clit. She puts her other hand over my shoulder as I pull her hips into me. I fuck her harder and faster, loving every second. After a few moments, she quickens the pace of her fingers on her clit. She rubs in small circles and moans louder. I can tell she’s about to orgasm. She whispers, “Yes! Fuck Me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I thrust into her as she starts to cum. As she orgasms, her pussy contracts around me, getting even tighter. She pulls me into her deep and holds me there as her muscles clench around me. The feeling puts me over the edge. I cum deep inside her, gush after gush. As we both orgasm, I thrust into her again, hard thrusts with pauses in between, filling her. Her head rolls back as cum squishes between us. After our orgasms peak, I pull her into me, and hold her there.
A moment later, as our orgasms wane, my cum begins to slowly run down her pussy and ass, onto the counter. I lean back, panting, and pause a moment to see how gorgeous she is. Wanting the moment to last forever, but with my cock aching with sensitivity after my orgasm, I pull out of her. More cum runs out of her wet pussy. She reaches down and catches some with her fingers, and tries to use it to massage her clit, but she is also too sensitive after orgasm. Instead she moves her hand up and, knowing how much I love it, rubs my cum onto her breasts, massaging them, inviting me to do the same. I massage my cum on her breasts slowly and gently, all she can handle this soon after orgasm. After a minute or two, I move my hands from her breasts to her thighs and she slides back on the counter. I take in her beauty one more time. She sits, naked on the counter, flushed, legs spread, with my cum glistening on her body. She looks back at me, taking in my physique and eyeing my now half-hard cock with a look of accomplishment on her face. We make eye contact. She smiles at me and says, “that’s better.” We catch our breath and chat as we clean up. We joke about hosting our family at Thanksgiving, and what they would think if they knew what happened on that counter.
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