Kitchen Chaos & Canine Cravings

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the kitchen as E meticulously cleaned, her movements efficient and focused. I sat at the desk in our home office, a restless energy thrumming beneath my skin. Bills piled high, unfinished work scattered across the surface, but my attention was singularly fixed on my wife, a silent, simmering desire building within me. My stiffening rod was a clear testament to my preoccupation. I needed to break through this mental barrier, to ignite the passion that simmered beneath the surface.

With a devilish grin, I rose and shed my light shorts and t-shirt, revealing a glimpse of pale skin. Approaching E, I leaned in and whispered, "Just sent you an email with some ideas for the afternoon." My voice held a playful challenge, laced with the anticipation of her reaction.

A slow, deliberate kiss followed, her lips parting slightly as she felt the insistent press of my manhood against her. It wasn’t a violent assault, but a possessive claim, a tangible expression of my desire. Simultaneously, my hands, guided by instinct, moved beneath her shirt, massaging her melons over the top of her bra. It was a deliberate act of dominance, a slow, sensual exploration of her body.

“You should read it,” I murmured, pulling away to suggest she take a moment to consider my proposition. Then, with a nonchalant shrug, I announced my intention to take a quick shower, shaving and cleaning up, leaving her to decide whether to wait until after her run or indulge in a little pre-play pleasure.

Returning from the shower, I found E already anticipating my arrival, her eyes holding a playful glint. “This needs to happen now,” she whispered, pulling me back into her arms. The heat intensified, a tangible wave washing over us as we clung together, bodies yearning for release.

We made out like teenagers, a chaotic, passionate tangle of limbs and moans, lost in the intensity of the moment. As I slowly lifted her bra and shirt, I sat on the wooden ledge at the foot of the bed, finding the perfect height to begin my assault on her. My hands, eager to begin, began a slow, deliberate massage of her breast, savoring the swell of her nipples under my fingertips. Holding one firmly in my lips, I savored its taste, its texture, its power.

Next, I carefully lowered her sweats, revealing her pale skin beneath. As she knelt between my legs, my left arm curled gently around her waist, providing support while my other hand continued the sensual massage of her supple breast. The sensation was exquisite, a slow, building crescendo of pleasure.

E reached down to lower my shorts, but my swollen member created a surprising amount of resistance. With a shared smile, we worked together to overcome the obstacle, eventually releasing the tension. She knelt before me, her pink, swollen lips inviting my attention.

I began by circling her pussy lips with my fingers, running my nails gently along the sensitive skin, teasing her into anticipation. Then, I slowly let two of my fingers enter her opening, feeling the delicate curve of her labia, the warmth of her flesh. Her gasp of pleasure was immediate, her breathing deepening as she succumbed to the sensation.

Moving to the foot of the bed, I knelt before her, her pink, swollen lips beckoning me closer. I spent several minutes circling her pussy lips with my tongue, a slow, deliberate exploration that heightened her arousal. As she grew wetter, I moved my tongue back and forth from her slit to her anus, savoring the pleasure she derived from my touch. E loves it when my tongue probes her forbidden opening. She arched her back and pressed into me, her body responding to my advances.

For approximately fifteen minutes, I teased her gently, holding her in a state of exquisite anticipation. Only the very tip of my rod was taken into her mouth, held for brief moments, a tantalizing tease that left her craving more. The veins in my skin pulsed visibly beneath her touch, a testament to the incredible tension building within me.

As E again held the tip of my head in her mouth, I squirmed to lower myself from the ledge, sliding down to stand beside her. "How incredible you make me feel," I whispered, kissing her deeply before encouraging her to switch positions. This time, I stood at the side of the bed as she lay back, allowing me to bend over her and engage in a passionate kiss while simultaneously massaging her melons. The flesh overflowed, begging for my attention.

I played with her for a while before finally moving my hands down towards her shaven mound. After circling her pussy lips for a while with my fingers, I slowly let two of them enter her. Her gasp of pleasure was immediate, her breathing increasing as she succumbed to the sensation.

Moving to the foot of the bed, I knelt between her legs, her pink, swollen lips inviting me to give them much needed attention. I began by spending long minutes circling the outside of those lips with my tongue, savoring the taste and texture of her flesh.

She began to make noises telling me she was doing VERY well. As she got wetter, I moved my tongue back and forth from her slit to her anus. E loves it when my tongue probes her forbidden opening. She arched her back and pressed into me so that my tongue probed slightly inside her back there.

Then I ran my tongue back up to her pussy and started to enter her more fully. Moaning, she repositioned herself allowing me to penetrate her better. I was fucking her with my tongue, my face pressed into her lips and juices while she pushed back. Her breathing raced faster and faster as I alternated providing her external and internal pleasure. When I moved to enter her deeply again, she raised her pelvis into my face at the perfect angle for me to take her swollen clit into my lips.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” was all I heard. “Ahh, ahh, ahh. Oh—God!” and then her whole body convulsed as I continued to hold her clit in my lips.

I held her in that spot for about thirty seconds, and as she started to come down from her orgasm, E squirmed her hips ninety degrees to the side of the bed. She didn’t have to say a word regarding what she wanted.

I moved to the side of the bed where I stood between her legs and entered her open folds with ease. She pressed against me to force me deep, and I was thrilled to oblige. As I started pounding her, she started to whimper on the cusp of a scream.

I let out a mild “shh,” reminding her our son was downstairs. She pulled a pillow to her face and began to bite down hard.

Our pelvises frantically bucked each other for a couple minutes until I finally released myself into her. As I did, she trembled and continued to bite down on our throw pillow while we both came down from this moment of marriage bliss.

As our breathing slowed, she stood, and we embraced in a long kiss, both stating what an incredible moment we had just shared. I reminded her that this was just the warm up for something similar to come later that evening. Needless to say, that afternoon rendezvous kickstarted a very hot day and night!

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