Something New for Dinner [MF][mast][oral][married][food]

It was a Saturday in late summer. My wife, Erin, had spent the first half of the summer working full time while attending summer school. This meant working 10 hour days during the week and a full work day on Saturday, plus a mound of homework every evening from her intensive six-week anatomy class. She was beat every night.

So, I decided to take up the slack. Not trying to earn any points or anything, but I only thought it was fair. I know she would do the same for me if our roles were reversed. I only worked 30 hours a week, so I had much more free time, and I used it to help her out. I kept the house clean, did laundry and dishes so there was never a mess when she came home. I cooked dinner in the evening so it was ready when she got home (she couldn’t eat at work since she worked in a clean room). I made lunch for both of us every night to take to work the next day. I did everything I could to help her and make her life a little easier.

Then, her summer class ended, so she was only working 40 hours. I was still working less at just 30 hours, but I had to work Saturdays, which she did not. It was a little rough, but one particular Saturday made up for the time apart.

I came home from work around 5pm. I had to bike home since we didn’t have a parking permit on campus where I worked, so I was pretty hot already. But when I arrived home, it was hell. Our apartment was absolutely sweltering. Fans were running in the windows with blinds clattering in the breeze they were creating, but the heat wave when I walked in was still unbearable.

I dropped my messenger bag on the floor next to the couch and sat down to take my shoes off. I could hear sizzling coming from the kitchen around the corner and smell the food Erin was cooking. Steam filled the air with the smell of fresh onions, mushrooms, and other vegetables. I’m guessing she didn’t hear me come in over the sound of all the fans running.

“Hi, babe.”

I heard her voice from the around the corner. It was the high pitched voice she only uses when she’s in an exceptionally good mood.

“Hi, baby! How was work?”

“Same old. Just sitting at a desk for eight hours. Why’s it so hot in here?”

“The air conditioner stopped working. I was hoping you could take a look at it when you got home.”

“Sure.”

I walked around the corner to the AC unit installed in the hall and pressed one of the buttons on it. The display was just off. I popped the cover off and tapped each of the buttons, hoping that poking it enough would make it somehow have power. Without looking away, I shouted to the kitchen, “How long has it been broken?” Her response came from just a couple of feet away.

“Just the afternoon.”

I saw her out of the corner of my eye and she immediately caught my attention. She always catches my attention, but this was special. My peripherals caught colors that don’t normally indicate a fully dressed person. I did a double take.

Her thick, golden brown hair fell in its natural light waves down barely past her shoulders, resting gently across her bra straps and just slightly obscuring her collarbone. Her golden piercings complimented her fair complexion: a simple gold ring in the right nostril of her delicate little nose, diamonds sparkling in the tops of her ears, and golden strings dangling from her earlobes that complimented her perfect, captivating neck. A loose gold chain as thin as string encircled her neck, suspending a modest diamond at the base of her collarbone. She was wearing light pink lipstick.

It was a new bra. Its brightly colored straps spanned the slight gap above her collarbone before descending to the outside of her breasts where it suspended a balconette bra, patterned in the same color. It had matching lacing across the top that just obscured her tits but left the rest of her chest uncovered, a pure canvas of alabaster skin all the way up to her feminine jawline, crossed only by her golden necklace.

Her waist narrowed a little into a perfect curve, accented by a little diamond-and-gold belly button piercing that obviously came as a set with some of her ear piercings. It pierced the top of her asymmetrical navel—already a perfect accent with its thinly lipped top skewed slightly to one side and a lucky little mole adjacent. Her slender arms hung at her sides, light, smooth skin, with a golden bracelet wresting across her right wrist.

Her tight, dark jeans covered her underwear and contrasted with her light skin. I could tell her panties matched her bra from the colored lace extending up from behind the tops of her jeans. Together, the garments left a slight bikini gap between her perfectly shaped hip bones—not enough of a gap to see into, but enough to know it’s there. Her pant legs showed off her lovely calves, curving down to meet her slender, feminine feet at the ground. Her perfect ankles peeked out from below the cuffs.

She was smiling.

I was obviously gawking. It took me a moment to regain my composure, and she was clearly enjoying my adoration.

“Come watch me cook.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. She extended her hand, which I took willingly, and led me to the kitchen. Her ass swayed from side to side as she walked, framed by her beautifully curved waist. I only averted my eyes for a moment when they were distracted by the way her hair fell on her upper back, obscuring the strap of her bra.

She sat me down at the kitchen table and turned to the counter where there were two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine. One glass was about half empty and had pink lipstick marks. She grabbed the full glass and turned around to face me. She looked confident and strong, like she could command nations from where she stood, if only she had the inclination.

Rather than take the step closer to hand it to me, she leaned forward, arching her back so slightly, bringing her face down directly before mine. Her face was suddenly so close that I could almost feel her skin through the air. She was no longer smiling. A look of longing had replaced the look of playfulness. I placed my palms on her the side of her waist and her hip, desperately hoping for a handful of her amazing ass.

Distracted by her brilliant, sky-blue eyes, I didn’t notice her wrapping her right arm around me, wine glass in hand. She diverted her gaze from my eyes to the glass next to my face now and took a sip. I watched her swallow and the wine go down her throat, taking an assertively straight track down her neck. I imagined the wine continuing to flow, down between her collar bones, down through her cleavage, crossing past her ornamented belly button until it finally found its way down to her lips, moistening them with a white, savory liquid.

Her left hand rested on my right thigh, her thumb gently exploring dangerously close to my swiftly growing cock.

She shifted her gaze back to me. Her eyes drooped slightly as she looked from my eyes to my lips and back. Her thumb continued to explore my inseam, as with each heartbeat my penis grew firmer and more restricted within the confines of my pants. I grasped at her sides until finally, her thumb encountered my shaft.

Her hand froze. She locked eyes with me as I held my breath. My hands tightened as I gripped her like a rock climber trying to find a hold. Her face slowly turned a wry smile and her left hand began to move again…

Slowly…

Until her delicate, gentle fingers were all resting directly on top of my dick. With one, single, slow but deliberate motion, she shifted her whole body in towards mine, resting the weight of herself on my penis. I shifted my left hand to grab her firm buttocks and press her closer still. She drew herself in with her right arm slung around my neck, closed her eyes, and kissed me.

It was a long, passionate kiss. It lasted at least ten seconds. She released the pressure of her kiss just enough to open her mouth and insert her tongue into mine. Our tongues wrapped around each other, twirling and dancing, my mind racing, trying to keep up with the signals from my lips and my dick as she clenched tightly with her left hand and I clenched her ass with mine.

And then there was the smell of smoke.

“Oh, shit.”

Nothing burnt, fortunately, but it was a sudden withdrawal as she rushed to the stove to take the vegetables off the burner and toss them a bit. After she had rescued dinner from the clutches of char, she set the pan back down. She glanced over her shoulder at me. She was smiling again.

“Did you save it?”

The glimmer in her eyes did not answer. Not that I was particularly interested in an answer. Habitually, I added,

“Can I help?”

“I’ll need your help in a minute.”

As she turned back to the stove, she added:

“It’s too hot. Take your shirt off.”

I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it on the floor. Erin continued to cook, moving on to pulling pasta off the stove and draining it. She looked over her shoulder again and was not satisfied.

“No, take off both your shirts. It’s too hot for that.”

I pulled my undershirt off over my head and tossed it on the floor and waited for her to notice my bear chest. I did not get the attention I was hoping for.

“Don’t just leave it on the floor! You make our house so messy. Go put it away!”

I stood up and bent down to pick up my clothes. Her constant insistence upon a clean house at all times was, I must admit, a bit of a turn off at this particular moment. But I’d rather have a happy wife with a clean house than a grumpy wife and get my way with clothes on the floor. Besides that, she had made the last few minutes since returning home so pleasurable, I saw no reason to deny her the very basic pleasure of a clean home.

“Sorry.”

She dumped some shrimp into a fry pan and began stirring. I was half way out the kitchen.

“Wait, before you go… I actually could use your help.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s too hot for me too. Will you take my pants with you?”

My dick cheered up a bit.

“Sure!”

I stood nearby, anxiously awaiting the show. She’s always had amazingly good looking legs, and something told me she might have shaved this afternoon. But no show came. She stood there cooking. As she kept stirring the pan, she looked sideways at me, staring at her expectantly.

“I need to keep stirring.”

“So how do you expect me to—“

She rotated her hips toward me, thrusting her pants button in my direction.

“Oh! Okay,” I said.

“OH HELL YES!” my heart said.

I set my pants down just outside of the kitchen and walked up behind her. I pressed my body up against hers and slid my hands around to hold her hips, pressing her up against me just slightly. She tilted her head sideways and back against my shoulder, her hair brushing so gently and smooth against my bare chest, as I kissed the nape of her neck.

She continued to stir.

I put my hands around her waist, feeling her smooth skin, trying to wrap her in my adoration. She used her free hand to guide my hands down to her pants. I obliged. I slid my hands down her thigh just a little and shifted them towards the inside of her thigh before bringing them back up again, deliberately brushing them against her groin as I reached for her pants button.

She continued to stir.

I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. I slid my hands down the front of her pants, using my thumbs to guide them down. I had to slide my hands around to the back, gently cupping her ass and feeling it tighten in my palms, to pull her jeans down her backside.

She continued to stir.

Finally, her jeans were loose and I could slide them down her smooth legs—she had shaved. As I pulled them down to her ankles, I had to crouch behind her, putting her tight little tuchus right in my face. I love that view. I had to stand back up again to readjust my position, and slid my palms up her thighs as I did so. Before I could move, though, she took her free hand, grabbed my right hand, and adjusted its position. She planted my fingers directly on her pussy. I began to stroke her through her underwear slowly, gently.

She trembled just a little, but she continued to stir.

I continued to rub, grasping at her crotch with my whole hand now. I moved my left hand up to clutch her breasts.

She groaned a little, but she continued to stir.

I slid my hand up from her crotch, brushing up against her belly button ring. I began to tuck my fingers into her underwear, preparing to slide down into her forest and play with her delicious clit.

“No,” she interrupted.

I paused, unsure of what to do next. She pulled herself away from my hold and turned slightly towards me. She placed her free hand on my shoulder where my neck begins.

“Dinner will still be a minute, so I made you an appetizer.”

She used her hand on my shoulder to guide me around and down, and without even realizing it, I found myself kneeling on the floor in front of her, the stove to my back, her pussy in my face, only by a pair of thin, colorful panties standing in between.

As I readied my appetite, I looked up to admire her figure from below. Her waist from this angle looked especially feminine, curving up away from my perspective, and then disappearing behind the outline of her breasts. Her beautiful hair looked that much more intense from this angle.

She looked straight at the food she was preparing at this point, ignoring me. It was tantalizing.

“They’re edible.”

She continued to stir.

My eyes widened in excitement. Had she juts said what I thought she said? I looked from the colorful panties in front of me to her face and back. She was stifling a smile. It had to be. I pushed my face in and licked her front.

It was sweet.

She shivered, but she continued to stir.

Without any further hesitation, I reached my arms around her, fondling and groping her ass, thrusting my face into her mound. I pulled with such force that she wobbled in her balance for a second before regaining her footing, taking a step into me. I clenched at her booty while my mouth worked furiously from the front, licking and tasting and sucking. The sweet taste of the underwear was only fueling my appetite for her nectar behind.

She continued to stir.

I started to bite at the underwear, pulling at it with my teeth. My fingers dug into her backside. I was an animal. I chewed through the crotch of her underwear, making a small hole in the front. Behind it was exposed, not the tight brown bush that I have come to know and love, but bare skin. I stared back up at her face, looking for a reaction to my surprise at the latest in this series of glorious surprises she had prepared for me.

She pursed her lips in excitement, but she continued to stir.

I inserted my tongue into the hole in her underwear, enlarging it. I rubbed my tongue around, feeling her swollen lips, tasting the savory, sticky, white liquid she was producing. I pulled my tongue back out and bit at her underwear again, tearing a larger hole, enjoying the savory sweet flavor of the sugary clothing glazed over with her distillate. After a few more delicious bites, I had finally chewed clean through, and her panties swung open like a tattered loin cloth that didn’t cover anything of significance. I paused to admire for just a moment.

Her pussy was not shaven. Shaving leaves behind at least a little visible stubble. There was nothing here. She had waxed.

I leaned in and gently kissed her. A tiny, glistening string of saliva and juices spanned the gap between my lip and her vagina when I withdrew. I pulled what remained of her underwear down her legs and it fell on the floor.

She spread her legs, taking a wider stance, opening up to me, and continued to stir.

I pushed my face into her pussy, sealing my lips around her mound, and thrust my tongue in between.

She gasped, but continued to stir.

I ran my tongue up and down her slit, massaging her skin with my lips. I applied suction, pulling her mound into my mouth.

She bit her lip and moaned gently, but continued to stir.

I found her clit with my tongue. Shifting my focus, I ran my tongue in circles around it, applying and releasing pressure.

She groaned a little louder, closing her eyes, but continued to stir.

I let go of her ass with my right hand and brought it to her vagina, slipping my first two fingers inside and stroking the inside with a “come hither” motion, as I continued to lick up and down her clit.

“Oh, Jacob!” and she stopped stirring.

I stopped. I left my hand inside, but pulled my head away from her.

She was very surprised at my sudden ceasing and looked down for an explanation.

“Don’t stop! Why’d you stop? Is something wrong?”

“You stopped stirring.”

“So?”

“I eat while you stir. That’s the game.” I grinned teasingly.

“You’re mean,” she smirked.

She sighed as she tried to regain her composure. She grabbed the spoon again and continued stirring.

I thrust my face back into her delicious pussy as I pushed a third finger inside her, taking in the delectable flavor of her extract, the smooth texture of her skin, the smell of her body, the spongy-wet texture of her chamber wall, the sound of her shouts of pleasure as I worked harder and harder into her, rubbing around her clit with my tongue and inside of her with my fingers, enjoying the tensing of her muscles as she desperately tries to keep stirring while focusing on all the stimuli from her throbbing, thrusting, squeezing, squirting cunt.

All in a moment, she screamed out in ecstasy at such a volume that I’m sure the neighbors could hear. Her hands shot straight down, sending the spoon and a couple of onions and peppers flying from the flying pan. The spoon clattered to the ground as her hands reached my head, her fingers wrapping themselves in my hair, pushing my face into her, pressing me against her violently trembling hips as she continued to scream. Her arms tensed straight and her face tightened as she was overcome.

Her groin convulsed against my tongue as I continued to press into her, rubbing, stimulating, pleasuring. The only feeling she was aware of in her whole body was the delirium she was receiving from her clit. Her scream continued, but its volume went down as the moment of euphoria waned. I continued to massage and lick as she came down from her high.

Slowly she regained feeling in her extremities. She released my head from her grip and her limbs went slack again. I gently cupped her butt as I continued to lap up the taste of her liquid. I slowly brushed her thigh with one hand and her waist with the other as I rested my head against her swollen, light-pink crotch. We sighed in unison.

She looked down at me, and I up at her. Her face was flush, sweat beading and dripping down her body in the intense heat. The fans in the room blew air past our skin, causing the sweat to evaporate off our now-still bodies and begin to cool down. Her hair hung down towards me surrounding her face with a small curtain hung for this private moment of intimacy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She took a step back and leaned forward so we could kiss. She cupped my jaw in her palms as we did so.

She licked her lips, tasting the sap that had transferred from her to my lips and then to hers.

“You’re so good at that.”

“Thanks. You taste amazing. Best appetizer.”

She kissed me again and licked her lips again. She was clearly thinking about something. She straightened back up and paused for a moment to consider. She placed her right hand to her crotch and brushed her fingers up her slit, covering them with the creamy solution. She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted.

She squinted, thinking for a moment, before muttering to herself, “Nope,” and shaking her head.

Confused, I looked up at her and was about to ask what she was talking about, but she must have seen me about to talk and preempted me.

“Go ahead and take those clothes to the laundry basket, please.”

I grabbed the remains of her edible panties and stood up. I took a bite out of the crotch, making eye contact with her while I did so, and winked playfully.

“Go!” she said impatiently, “Dinner is almost ready, I need you back here, quick like a bunny.”

I picked up my shirts on the way to the bedroom and tossed them in the laundry hamper before returning. When I returned, she was scooping sautéed vegetables and shrimp onto small piles of pasta on our plates. She looked up to see me return and smiled.

Nothing in the world is so beautiful as my wife, staring at me, smiling, pantsless. Her waxed and slightly red pussy matched her clean, full, slightly blushing cheeks. She is the definition of lovely, from top to bottom.

She grabbed a spare hair tie off the counter and pulled her beautiful mane back into a pony tail. I love when she has her hair like this; she thinks it’s easy and not fancy and so it doesn’t look good, but to me it makes her look strong, confident, and powerful. She could run a Fortune 500 business with that look, but perhaps a few more clothes than just a single, sexy bra. Or perhaps not. The thought of her as a domineering, fuckable CEO is hot as hell, but at this point, my mind was wandering.

“C’mere,” she motioned to me. She held out my glass of wine, which I had yet to enjoy. I took the glass from her and took a sip.

“Thank you.”

Without warning, she dropped down into a crouch, right in front of me. Without any ado, she began unfastening my belt.

“You’re not wasting any time.”

She looked up at me with a coy smirk as she unbuttoned my pants.

“Not that I’m complaining. I just thought you wanted dinner now.”

“Jacob. Shut the fuck up and drink your wine.”

She ripped my pants down to my ankles. My boxer briefs tented across my cock for only a flash before she tore them down as well and my penis fell out, nearly smacking her in the face. She slowed her pace when her eyes locked onto it.

I obediently sipped my wine.

She grabbed my cock in her hand and held it upright. She leaned forward and kissed my shaft slowly, gently. She then stuck her tongue out and licked from the base where my penis met my testicles up the shaft and to the head before engulfing my head in her lips.

She kept a death-grip on my cock as she salivated on my head, providing as much lubrication as possible. She took her free hand and cupped my balls, playing with them just a little.

My dick strained against its skin, desperately trying to grow even longer to accept this tender, tantalizing stimulus.

She began pumping my dick, working her mouth around the end, but she had not provided enough saliva to lubricate. She pulled her mouth off for just a moment and, using my dick to steady herself, reached between her legs with her other hand. She scooped some of the remaining fluid from herself, fluid that had still been draining from earlier, and rubbed it on my cock.

My dick and her hand now lubricated, she switched hands and began to work on me again. Her lips flowed over the ribs on my dick. Her eyes closed as her lips closed over the ridge of my head and then continued to push forward, enjoying the ridges my veins formed with her sensitive lips and tongue. She soon released her hand to allow her mouth to continue forward until her lips were nearly at my groin, my dick pressing up against the back of her throat. She placed one hand between my legs, reaching up and gripping my ass. She used it to push me further into her face, my head slipping down into her throat as her lips finally kissed my crotch, her chin pressing against my testicles and her nose against my abdomen.

And at this moment of intensity, she held herself. We were frozen in a moment of time, a moment of ardor and intimacy. My penis embedded deep within her head, her kissing my most vulnerable place, her imbibing me fully, longing to take me still deeper. I had never felt so wanted, so needed, as in those few seconds where she held me into her.

She reached up and grabbed my free hand, guiding it gently down until I was cupping her throat. Then slowly, she pulled her head back, letting go of my cock with her throat. As I gently held her throat, I could feel the ribs of my penis as it passed back out of her.

Finally I was clear of her throat. Saliva trailing from her mouth, she gasped, “OH, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I trembled.

I stooped down, crouching in front of her, reached my arms around her, and kissed her deeply. Again, our tongues intertwined for a brief moment as we sat crouching on the floor, before she pushed me backwards. I lost my balance, but she was holding me by the arms so I didn’t slam back into the floor, but fell, certainly not gracefully, but gently back onto the linoleum. She hadn’t been expecting me to completely fall like this, however, and as she was pulled forward by me, she fell forwards as well. She landed on her hands and knees on top of me.

She kissed my torso and I held her head, running my fingers through her hair.

She kissed me lower and lower until once again, she was kissing my already over-stimulated penis. My hands still on her head, she took me again into her mouth and began pumping her head up and down, taking me deep, and working her tongue around me in configurations my senses didn’t understand.

I laid there on the floor, eyes closed, hyperventilating from excitement and ecstasy. My whole body began to tingle, starting with my legs and slowly spreading up until I could no longer feel my face.

Moaning loudly, I tried to murmur a warning, “I’m cumming.”

She suddenly took her mouth off my dick, grabbed it with one hand, and grabbed a dinner plate with her other. She continued to rub with her hand, pumping faster and faster, with a look of determination on her face.

“Come on, baby.”

She licked the base of my shaft and I moaned out in delight.

She held her dinner plate over my chest, just under my cock. I gasped giant gulps of air and began to writhe on the ground as my thick cock began convulsing. She knew I was cumming, and as white cream came shooting out, she moved the dinner plate around beneath, catching my fluid, spreading it evenly around on her dinner.

She continued to milk me, catching every drip on her pasta. My convulsions became slower and slower, and finally I felt her let go of my dick, letting it fall back onto my torso as I lay on the ground sighing. As she let go, she touched her ring finger along the tip of my penis to catch the last drip of my cum. She stood up and placed her finger in her mouth, tasting my juice.

“Yep. That’s what it needed.”

I lay there on the floor, tired, but still incredibly turned on by what had just happened and, even more so, what was about to happen. She sat down at the dinner table, almost entirely naked, with her plate of semen-covered dinner and her glass of wine. She took up her fork, stabbed a shrimp and a couple of noodles, and lifted it up off the plate. A string of my cum hung off her bite, dangling in the breeze from the fans. I watched her in slow motion as she placed the bite in her mouth. The dangling bit of cum landed on her chin, and she began to chew, savoring my salty milk. Finally, she swallowed, taking me down her throat and placing me fully inside her. She licked her lips, retrieving the bit of cum from her chin, and smiled.

“It’s best fresh.”

She took another bite, closing her eyes, clearly enjoying my gawking as I lied on the floor. She spoke to me,

“I got how much I want. If you want some, you’ll have to get it yourself,” she pointed at my plate on the counter.

I looked back at her. She made a jacking-off motion with her hand.

I stood up and watched her take another bite. Watching her ingest my semen was so incredibly hot. I grabbed my plate off the counter with my left hand and my dick in my right hand. It had become flaccid by now, but stroking it and watching her eat my cum made short work of another erection. As I stroked my cock, watching her, she reached her hand down to her clit and began to rub herself as well, watching me. She turned slightly to face me and spread her legs so I could watch her work.

“Don’t stop eating,” I said, and she used her free hand to continue consuming the cum-laden pasta.

Soon, I was watching her watch me ejaculate. Watching each other pleasure ourselves was such an erotic and intimate experience. Usually masturbating is something you do in privacy with a certain amount of shame, but watching each other with full acceptance, love, and encouragement just made the feelings that much more strong and intense and directed towards one another.

I sat down with my semen-covered dinner as I watched her continue to masturbate. I took my first bite. It was salty and had a nice, thick texture. I have to recommend it; it was delicious.

Erin’s breathing was reaching a peak as I watched her. Finally she moaned out as she came on the dining room chair. Dinner and a show. She sighed in relief and closed her eyes for a bit, basking in the afterglow. When she opened her eyes again, she was smiling at me. I took another bite of dinner.

“This is delicious.”

“I got the idea online.”

“Really? Where did you find it? I doubt it was one of those facebook recipe videos.”

She blushed and took another bite. Even after we had both come twice, eating the result together was so erotic. I felt so close to her, sharing something so intimate that no one else would ever taste. I only hope she felt the same. I took a sip of wine.

“I looked it up.”

“Did you enter ‘cum’ into all recipes?”

“No, I just googled ‘cum recipes’.”

I almost snorted a little semen up my nose.

“What lead you to do that?”

“Even since we went to therapy, and I got my libido back, I’ve been thinking about it. You really liked blowjobs when we were dating, but I just didn’t like the taste or the texture. I thought that maybe it would be better if it was combined with something, so I came up with the idea of a sex-themed dinner. That’s part of why I gave you pineapple juice with your lunch today.”

“And? How do you think it turned out?”

“I think it’s really good. I like it a lot. I want to try out some other recipes.”

“I’ll be happy to help.”

“But you hate cooking together.”

“I think it’s growing on me.”

We continued to eat dinner and have as normal a conversation as a couple can while eating cum half naked. Erin finished her plate first and took her empty plate to the kitchen sink. She then came back and grabbed my plate as well.

“I’m not done.”

“I know you’re not.”

She reached up behind her and unclasped her bra—the last piece of clothing either of us were wearing. She slipped it off and set it on the table. Now I could finally see and appreciate her large, soft-skinned breasts. Her nipples stood erect, surrounded by broad, pink areolas. Now she was fully in the nude, and she was a beautiful creature.

She pulled me out from the table a little bit and straddled my lap facing me. She pulled herself up a little and sat on the edge of the table in front of me before lying down on her back, her perfect pussy staring me in the face.

Then she poured the remainder of my plate up her body, all the way from her pelvis to her breasts. She set the empty dinner plate to the side and then used her hands to spread the food out evenly on herself.

“No utensils, please.”

I leaned forward and began to eat the semen-covered pasta off her abdomen. I worked my way up her body, cupping her waist in my hands at first, and then fondling her breasts as I reached higher. I rubbed the creamy food on her body, using it as a lubricant to fondle and caress. Soon all the pasta and shrimp and vegetables were gone, and all that remained was the creamy white sauce coating her body. My face was nestled between her breasts. I using my hands to rub her tits and press them into my face. Her hands were on my back and her legs wrapped around my torso.

She grabbed my face and pulled me up to kiss her. Our cream-covered bodies rubbed up against each other. She pulled my hips closer to hers with her legs and my swelling penis landed on her crotch.

She reached down and guided me into her. Her legs drew me inwards, deeper, until she had taken in my whole length. It was at this point that she finally released me from her kiss.

She held onto my torso and looked me in the eyes as I pulled out up to my head and pushed back in again, slowly, gently. The eye contact was just as sexual, arousing, and intimate as anything else. I continued thrusting with a tender pace, watching her body sway forwards and backwards in response.

I loved the play of the creamy food on her body, but by now it was beginning to dry and become sticky. I wanted more food to incorporate, but we were all out. I looked around for something fun to bring in to the mix: the wine bottle.

I had her sit up on the table with me still in her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, pressing her chest into mine. I picked her up, with her sitting on my dick, and walked us over to the kitchen counter, setting her on the edge of the counter. I continued to rhythmically press into her while I reached for the bottle of wine.

I handed it to Erin. She took a long draw on the bottle before handing it to me, and I followed suit. I pushed her off of me so she was leaning backwards, propped up on her hands.

I thrust a few more times, taking in the view of my beautiful wife. Her eyebrows were so expressive as she drank in the moment, enjoying the physical pleasure and the emotional closeness with me. Her clear, smooth body was picturesque. Her boobs hang in perfect teardrop shapes, and her bellybutton was the perfect accent to her waist. As I continued thrusting, I could see her pelvis contract as she used her legs wrapped around me to draw herself onto me in concert. A perfectly shaped bump appeared right over and around my thrusting penis, splitting like a felt curtain for my entry, and her clit showed itself at the top of the stage.

I poured the remainder of the wine on her chest. It formed a pristine film over her already perfectly formed body, glistening and highlighting every curve, rise, and dimple in her body. It cascaded over breasts, rippling over her rigid nipples, and forming waterfalls off the edge of her boobs. It flowed down her abdomen and waist, rolling off the sides of her hourglass figure and splashing onto the counter. It rushed in a sheet around her navel piercing and down into her navel itself, filling it with a tiny cup of white wine. At last, it ran to the base of her pelvis where our bodies converged. Her lips glistened with wine as they sealed around my penis. The wine swirled into shallow romantic pools where we became one flesh.

I ran my hands up and down her body, groping and grasping at her hips, her waist, her breasts, her back, then back down to her legs again. I splashed wine all over her, rubbing her body with it, thrusting into her all the while.

I leaned forward to kiss her, pressing my body against her wet, naked torso. I held her head into mine as we kissed. Faster and faster, I pounded against her, thrusting my aching cock into her wet, enveloping pussy.

I was getting close, but I could tell she wasn’t there yet. I wanted us to come together, so I needed to buy some time.

I withdrew myself from her without saying anything. Wine trickled down her legs and her slit and onto the floor. She would have had a slightly confused look on her face, but it was still mingled with the joy of our connection. My dick, now wet from her lubrication and the wine, stood at stiff attention, pulsing and begging to finish. I grabbed the empty wine bottle as I took a step back and held it to her pussy. Erin moved her eyes from me down to her own crotch where I pushed it into her.

She pursed her lips as I inserted it. The bottle’s ribs clearly felt good to her. I pushed it in and out, swirling and angling it slightly, trying to find that perfect angle. She motioned me to stand to the side. I moved so I was standing next to where she was sitting, and she reached around and grabbed my cock with her hand. She didn’t stroke—she just held. The golden bracelet shook on her wrist, bouncing gently against my cock as the motions of the wine bottle worked their way through her whole body. It accented her wine-wet skin well.

I experimented with the bottle, pushing it just deep enough to where her vagina sealed around the hilt as the neck of the bottle widened into the body. I carefully watched her face as I did, so as to ensure she was not in any pain as I widened her hole bit-by-bit. Soon, she began moaning as I inserted the bottle further than I had thought she would enjoy; clearly it was good for her.

She laid all the way back on the counter, kicking her legs up as well, freeing her other hand now. She moved it down to her clit and began rubbing, pressing it hard against the glass of the bottle. She arched her back as she rubbed furiously and I continued thrusting.

She looked over at me for a moment, letting go of herself to push the bottle away. She tugged at my penis.

“I want *you*,” she said breathlessly.

“I want you too.”

I pulled the bottle out and set it on the ground. Its neck was wet, and I knew it wasn’t just from wine. I hopped up on the counter and laid myself in between her legs as she spread them for me, her moist pussy inviting me inside.

“Come inside of me.”

I entered her quickly. There was so much fluid at this point that pushing myself into her felt like fucking a gusher. I pounded her pussy, now both of us so raw from the evening that I had to thrust as hard as I could to intensify the feeling. I wrapped her legs around my backside and hoisted myself onto my knees. Her shoulders on the counter, ass in the air, I pushed myself into her again and again and again, both of us close to climax now.

I began crying out as I came closer and closer, straddling the line of orgasm. She inserted her hand between us, down to her clit, and began rubbing furious little circles. Soon we were both crying out on the kitchen counter. My thrusts became stronger bursts, pounding into her with all my strength, the sound of her cries throwing me into orgasmic bliss as the stimulus of her pleasure pushed me deeper into my own. The greatest sexual stimulus is the pleasure of a lover. At this moment, we were feeding into each other’s orgasms in a feedback loop until finally, we climaxed in unison.

My pounding slowed into thrusting as we wound down from our euphoria. Our muscles loosened and relaxed and we collapsed into a heap on the kitchen counter. I felt the muscles of her vagina quietly pulsing on my penis in the afterglow.

I turned my head to hers. We shared a short kiss.

“Thank you for dinner.”

“Thank you for your help.”

“I love you very much, Erin.”

“I love you too, Jacob.”

We shared a long, silent moment. Eventually I came out of her and hopped off the counter. I surveyed her naked body again as she laid on the counter.

Her hair was spread out on the counter like a sunburst emitting from her head, like saints in paintings from the middle ages. The profile of her face made up one half of the most beautiful vase ever crafted. Her earrings sparkled on her perfect, white ears, and as she turned to look at me with her brilliant blue eyes, earrings dangling from her earlobes just barely brushed the wet countertop. Her wedding ring wrapped around her finger sat between her bare breasts as she heaved a contented sigh. Lying on her back, her breasts were large and perfectly round.

Her whole body was covered, shoulders to toes, in white, semen-infused sauce from our dinner, rinsed off with white wine. Her bellybutton still held a tiny pool of wine, her navel ring a tiny garnish. Her hip bones protruded, accentuating her waist, and forming a triangle of hills between her incredibly feminine and incredibly sexual pussy mound. Its lips were red and bulged slightly from stimulation. As she dropped one leg down off the counter, I could see my semen flowing back out from her vagina as it gaped open, a dark tunnel recently dug, surrounded by a beautiful flower of tender skin.

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