Forbidden Awakening in the Kitchen

The lingering warmth of sleep clung to me as I surfaced, a primal throbbing already insistent in my member. Groggily, I rolled over, reaching for my wife, but she wasn’t there. The room was still shrouded in the dim light of early morning, the curtains drawn tight, the bathroom silent. A familiar unease settled over me as I checked our baby’s room; little Matthew slept peacefully, oblivious to the storm brewing within me.

Turning, I saw her in the kitchen, a flash of crimson against the pale wood of the island. Mary Beth, wearing only a flimsy, white apron, was preparing breakfast. The scent of sizzling bacon mingled with something far more potent, something that instantly ignited a fire in my loins. Without hesitation, I moved towards her, my hard cock leading the charge.

“Are you hungry, baby?” she asked, her voice a low purr, not turning her head to meet my gaze. It was an invitation, a challenge, and I couldn’t resist. I grabbed her from behind, wrapping my arms around her, squeezing out a surprised squeak as she shifted slightly. “I’m always hungry for you,” I growled in her ear, the words raw and desperate. Then, with a swift movement, I spun her around and lifted her onto the island, her weight a delicious pressure against my chest.

My blushing bride giggled, a delicate sound that only intensified my arousal. She noticed the slow drip of moisture from my member, her eyes locking onto mine with a knowing glint. I pushed her legs wider apart, hooking my hands beneath her knees to pull her closer to the edge of the counter, the anticipation building with each inch. Reaching down, she grabbed my cock, her fingers digging into its slick head, rubbing it up and down her pussy until she was gloriously wet.

“Stop teasing and put it in your pussy,” I commanded, my voice thick with desire. As she let out a long, drawn-out moan, her heels prodded my buttocks forward, increasing the pressure and building the heat. My cock entered her hot center, a perfect fit, and I felt a surge of pleasure unlike any I’d experienced before. “Mmmm. Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby. I love that sensation.”

Mary Beth pulled my face to hers, her lips brushing against my skin as I slowly fed my entire length into her. The scent of her body, warm and intoxicating, filled my senses. As she held on around my shoulders, I slung her legs over my forearms, lifting her knees higher, allowing me greater penetration. The angle was exquisite, forcing a deeper, more intense experience.

Once buried deep within her, I slid my hands around and under her ass, gently cupping and squeezing her as I lifted her. It allowed my cock to adjust within her, pressing harder against the sensitive area just above her pubic bone. As we exchanged hot, wet kisses, I began to move her up and down on my cock. It felt incredible, a primal rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.

Mary Beth started grinding and wiggling, her body a willing participant in our mutual pleasure. “Oooh, yes, baby. Mmm-hmm, fuck your horny wife,” she whispered, her voice rising in pitch as her vaginal walls tightened around me. “I’m going to cum all over it.”

Her words were a blatant invitation, a declaration of her own insatiable desires. I responded with an even more violent thrust, our bodies slamming together, the force of our movements sending a jolt of electricity through me. The extreme angle made her clit collide with my lower abs, a sharp, intense pleasure that intensified the heat.

“Yes! Ohhh, god, yes. Give me all your big cock, baby,” she cried out, her voice strained with pleasure. “I’m going to cum all over it.” The raw, unbridled passion in her words was intoxicating.

I turned and propped her back on the wall, allowing me to pound up into her. She cried out in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed, milking my cock as her hot, creamy juice flooded over and around it with each thrust. The heat, the pressure, the sheer intensity of our encounter left me breathless.

As my orgasm neared, it struck me that I’d never felt this insatiable desire for another, this complete and utter surrender to the moment. I realized how incredibly blessed I was to have her in my life, my best friend, my mother to our child, and the most beautiful, amazing person I’d ever known. What’s more, she took all the sex I could give her and seemed to want more, an endless cycle of pleasure that left me craving her touch even as I reached the peak of my own arousal. Oh, this woman—my wife!

I crushed into Mary Beth as my cock exploded, and a torrent of hot cum shot up into her. Then, I sagged against her, kissing her passionately as our fluids seeped from around my cock. But eventually, I turned back around, laid her on the island, and slowly lowered her legs.

My sexy, “slutty” wife smiled and moaned, gyrating and rubbing her tits as our orgasms waned. When I finally pulled out of her pussy, our cum gushed out, a testament to the power of our shared pleasure. Cupping my hand beneath her slit, I caught a handful and raised it above her face, slowly pouring it down into her open and waiting mouth. She moaned and waggled her tongue until I’d emptied my palm, then closed her lips and drank it all down.

All I could do was smile and tell her, “I must be the luckiest, most loved husband in the world.”

Mary Beth rose onto her elbows. “Thank you for choosing me as your wife,” she said, her serious look breaking into a grin when she saw the beast between my legs flex and stir. She bit her lip—so sexy!—and lightly touched my cummy cock.

My God, I thought as I smiled, she’s just as insatiable as me! The realization hit me with the force of a tidal wave, a confirmation of the undeniable connection we shared. Her desire mirrored my own, a perfect reflection of the primal urges that drove us both. As she continued to tease me, her touch sending shivers down my spine, I knew that this was just the beginning of a never-ending journey of pleasure and passion, a testament to the boundless depths of our love. The thought alone sent another wave of heat washing over me, a promise of countless more nights filled with ecstasy and abandon. And as I looked into her eyes, I knew that I wouldn't have it any other way.

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