It’s Friday afternoon and I’ve been giving the living room a quick tidy waiting for Edward to come home. Being newly married means I can’t stand being away from him a moment longer than necessary. Obviously, the covid restrictions have been horrible but it also meant we could have a couple month long honeymoon before he started heading into work again.
With the mixing restrictions lifting, tonight we’ve invited a few friends for a house warming/ wedding celebration. I’ve loved having the opportunity to focus solely on building a little nest for Edward and I. Everything is prepared for dinner and is cooking nice and slowly. All I need now is to change out of my kaftan into something nice and summery for our guests.
Cooking without Edward around is so lonely. The way his arms wrap around me as I’m in front of the hob makes me feel so warm and safe. Just thinking about when he’s close to me sends a longing between my thighs making me feel a little swollen. I pull off my kaftan and see myself in the mirror in the corner of the room. Looking at my naked body, I miss his arms around me, his lips on mine, the way his touch makes me ache for more closeness. After being a virgin my whole life, I never would have thought sex would be so enjoyable. Everything I heard about it was negative, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
Coming from different cultural backgrounds, Edward knew that I was a little shy and nervous around intimacy. Thankfully, he’s so loving and understanding so I love being intimate with him. He was a little surprised I’d stroke his face in the mornings after our first night together to ask for more. I can’t believe I’m saying this after my conservative upbringing but making love with Edward is amazing.
I feel so naughty getting damp just thinking about Edward and the things we do together. I know I’m supposed to be preparing to host a dinner for friends but all I want is more alone time with my new husband. I put my hand in the drawer for a pink little thong. It feels irresponsible to hope we’ll have time for a quickie before guests arrive but I crave it.
I head to my closest and pick out a white lace off the shoulder dress. It has flowy sleeves but shows off my hips nicely. I know Edward loves seeing me in clothing that accentuates my hips and big bum. The way he gets so excited over my body really boosts my confidence and makes me feel so sexy. I slip on some gold wedges and head downstairs.
Disappointingly, Edward texts he’s running late but will arrive soon. My hopes of a quickie were dashed but hopefully we’ll make love soon. The door bell rings and our friends start to arrive in groups. I usher them into the living room to have drinks. We’re all chatting and walking around checking out the house. Once Edward arrives we make our way to the dining table. Edward apologises for being late and not being to welcome guests. I assure him it’s fine but he promises me he’ll make it up to me later. I kiss his cheek and we start bringing dishes to the table.
The dinner went down well and everyone moves back to the living room to relax. I stay and chat for a bit before going to handle dessert. I didn’t realise Edward was walking behind me once I get in the kitchen.
“Can I help with anything darling?” he asks.
“I’ve got the batter in the fridge ready so there’s not a lot of work to do.”
“But I want to help babe” he insists as he takes a step forward. “I love the way you look in the kitchen in your apron and everything.”
“Awww you’re so sweet. I guess you can help chop some fruit.”
I sense something about Edward’s softness and gaze hints at some arousal he’s trying to hide. I begin pouring the batter into the cake tin and open the oven. I look over at him and smile sweetly. As my dress is on the short side, bending over deeply exposes me. The white lace slides up allowing the thick curves of my ass to be seen. Being bare like this inevitably draws his eye to see if I’m wearing a thong of if I have no panties on. I continue nonchalantly as if it was purely a wardrobe malfunction.
I sidle up to Edward to help with the fruits for the cake. As I’m prepping the fruit, I slip my hand up my sleeve to pull it down further off my shoulder. I feel the fabric slipping lower and lower as I’m talking and moving my hands pretending not to notice. I can see in the corner of my eye Edward watches as the fabric slides further over my breast hanging on for dear life. I look down to see my pale areola showing and the fabric perching off my nipple like hanging off a cliff.
I look up to smile at Edward as we finish with the fruit and I feel the top of the dress fall off to completely expose my right breast.
“Oh god baby, why are you so sexy?” Edward groans before kissing me.
He looks down at the fabric sitting beneath my breast and my hardened nipple before him. Edward throws his arms around me and lifts me onto the countertop. His hand wraps tightly around my waist as his lips meet my breast. He kisses my breast tenderly making me sigh. All over my chest he lays kisses before finally taking my nipple between his lip. My hands crumple the back of his shirt as he grazes his tongue all over my nipple and sucks it while looking up at me. My moans are covered by the music in the living room.
“I love your sensitive breasts babe and I love how good you look in the kitchen” he sighs into my cleavage.
“Why do you like how I look in the kitchen baby?” I ask.
He blushes before answering. ” Because you look like perfect mummy material babe.”
“I do?” I ask feeling very surprised.
“Extremely so babe. The way you look in a little dress and apron is perfection. You always look so breedable with those sexy curves but when you’re busy in the kitchen I just want to make you a mother babe. ”
Hearing those words make me feel so emotional and aroused at the same time. His hands cup my breasts gently and he caresses my nipples with his thumbs.
“I want to make you a mummy. I need you to be a mummy for me babe. I need to have you dependent on me so that I’m caring for you while your tummy grows with our babies. That would make me feel like the best husband knowing I’m gifting you a beautiful pregnancy body and our future babies.”
I stare up at Edward in awe, a few tears in my eyes.
“I had no idea you felt like this baby” I stammer.
“Everyday when I see your delightful body it’s the first thing that comes to my mind. You’re my wife and I couldn’t be more excited about you and the thought of you swelling up and getting so curvy and plushy while you’re so pregnant.”
“God I wish we were alone right now” I murmur.
Edward cups my face in his hand and kisses me. Again his hand brushes over my tender breasts.
“When you bent over in front of the oven, I got so hard for you. It immediately gave me the urge to press you against the counter and fill you so end up with milk laden breasts for me.”
Suddenly, I felt a surge of warmth and wetness between my thighs. The way we were looking at eachother in longing there was no need to exchange words. Edward pulled me forward on the countertop and unbelted himself urgently. My gaze was fixed with his in quiet desire for our souls and bodies to meet. He traces his fingers between my thighs over my little pink thong.
“You’re saturated darling” he groaned with a grin on his face.
“Because I need you” I said shakily.
I pulled him close and his cock delved into the warm, wet embrace of my pussy. The contrast between the cold granite countertop and Edward inside me made it more intense. As we were enjoying each long slow thrust, someone called out from the living room.
“Hey can we can some refills here?” was called aloud accompanied by footsteps.
“Fuck,” I grumbled as I slide off the counter and hitch up my top. I stand infront of Edward to hide his manhood. Our friend approached us in the kitchen.
“Is it alright if we get another bottle?”
“Yes, sure, take whatever you want here” I try to be hospitable.
“Do you guys need any help in here? How’s the dessert going?”
“Oh it’s all going fine. Edward’s just helping me.”
Without warning Edward slips his cock between my pussy lips and makes me moan in front our guest. I throw my hand over my mouth and pretend to cough.
“Should we sit inside or go outside for serving dessert?” our guest asks.
“Ooooh, well, I think outside would be more pleasant.” I try to smile as I struggle to form sentences with Edward slowly thrusting in and out of my needy pussy.
“I guess we’ll all move outside then.”
Awkwardly, I stand there smiling a bit to intense as our guests pass through the kitchen to sit outside with Edward’s thrusting getting more intense. Each time he thrusts it makes my bum jiggle and I worry someone with notice.
Finally, everyone is outside and we’re all alone. I go pull the glass doors closed.
“What the fuck was that Edward??”
“I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it since I saw the way your ass eats that pink little thong babe.”
“Mm Edward, you are hopeless. I love you.”
“I love you too baby.”
We wrap our arms around eachother and kiss hungrily. Edward pins me against the cabinets and slides his hand up the back of my thigh. He lifts it up to have me wrap it around his waist. My head tips back in pleasure as he penetrates me again. I had never imagined we’d be so slutty like this yet so wholesome at the same time. I can only imagine what a sight it would be if someone caught us like this. Me shoved up against the cabinet perched on my wedge heel and my other leg wrapped around Edward as his cock is buried between my thighs and his mouth on my nipples.
“Oh babe, you feel so good fucking my pussy like this” I whimper.
“I love the way your tight pussy wraps around my throbbing cock. I ache to give you my seed.”
“Fuck babe. Don’t stop pounding my pussy like this” I moan.
“I can’t if I wanted to. I’m desperate to spill my seed in you and make you a mummy. I’m so selfish how I so wanted to have my seed change our lives. ”
“Baby, keep going harder. I’m shaking in need to cum on your thick seed laden cock.”
“I’m going to fill your pussy so I get the pleasure of drinking from your milky tits every morning and making love to your big mummy body.”
“Fill me to the brim babe. Oh fuck!!”
My legs start buckling beneath me and my hips begin to rock harder as I descend into orgasm. Right as I’m moaning and holding on tight to Edward he groans and explodes deeply in my pussy.
“Stay put a bit longer baby, I want to keep it all in there.”
We cuddle for awhile breathlessly as Edward stays inside me. I look up at him flushed still a bit in shock with what we’ve just done.
I rush over to turn off the oven and slap the cake together quickly. I waddle with the dessert tray outside. While serving everyone, Edward looks over at me in the distance licking his lips. Everyone nods approvingly of the desserts all without the knowledge of the cream pie that was just served in the kitchen moments before
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o9odic/cream_pie_in_the_kitchen_with_guests_over_fm
Oh wow, that was smoking hot ??