Sweet Surrender: A Baker's Desire

My husband loves sweets. It has been somewhat of a source of tension in our relationship as I like to eat healthy and stay fit. I have always felt bad because I never bake for him even though I know he loves it. This month has been very hectic and busy for us, and my love has been working extremely hard for our family which means we have had very little time with one another. He left on a trip and every night I longed for him. Throughout his time away I fantasized of what I would do to him when I got my hands on him again and how I could thank him for all his hard work. I was walking through a store and saw a really cute apron. The only thing I could think of when I saw it was the apron on my naked body and cupcakes.

The day came for him to arrive home. I couldn’t wait. I took a long hot shower exfoliating with coconut oil and sugar making sure my bald pussy was as smooth as could be. I put on my hottest pair of daisy dukes, styled my hair just the way he loves, loaded our two rambunctious kiddos into the car and drove to meet him where he was coming in. The kids and I ran to greet him and after he hugged and kissed the little ones, he pulled me into his body and kissed me passionately.

“Babe, you look so hot!” he whispered into my ear as I felt a bulge in his pants rise. He pulled me in tighter and I pressed my hips into his growing erection. “I can’t wait until the kids go to bed tonight,” I panted into his ear. We were reluctant to let go of one another, but as parents of small children daytime sex is a rare thing. We tried to hide our flirting throughout the day. Any chance I got to grind my ass into his still hard cock I did.

We ate dinner and as he was thinking about having a second serving I gave him the look and said, “I think you should save some room for later.” His eyes instantly lit up. “Oh baby, bedtime cannot come soon enough!” he exclaimed. The moment we had been waiting for, kiddos bedtime finally arrived! I kissed my two little loves and told them daddy is going to put them to bed tonight.

I left the room brushing my hand over my husband’s aching cock and whispered in his ears “Are you ready?” He quickly shot back, “You naughty girl, I saw the oven is already on!” I smiled and walked out. It wasn’t long until my husband came bounding out of the kids room to find me wearing nothing but my apron, bright red high heels and pearls around my neck. “Take a seat,” I told him, “I think you deserve a treat tonight.” He eagerly obeyed my command. Feeling his eyes possessing me with such force made my already wet pussy start to drip.

“The key to amazing cupcakes is the right ingredients,” I explained. I made an effort to explain everything I was doing and spun it to be dirty. I bent over to reach into the refrigerator to grab some eggs, allowing him a full shot of my naked ass and bald pussy. His breathing got faster as I put all of the ingredients into the bowl. I grabbed the bowl and held it low in front of my crotch. I grabbed a hand whisk and started to slowly beat the delicious chocolate mixture.

I flexed my hips and said, “The key to perfect cupcakes is beating the batter just right. Sometimes you have to go slow and tender and other times you just have to beat it as fast and hard as you can.” I began pounding the bowl with my whisk as fast as I could making my whole body move and shake with the rhythm. As I bounced back and forth stirring the cupcake batter my tits popped out of the side of my apron. Finally the batter was smooth but of course you have to taste it before baking. I dripped some batter on my hard nipple and asked him if he approved. He greedily got up and sucked my tit hard and strong getting every last drop off. He gave me a smile of approval, so I spun around pressing my wanting ass hard into his throbbing cock. I scooped the mixture into the cupcake pan, and he began kissing the spot on my neck that always spirals me out of control.

My arms were shaking as I tried to fill the cupcake pan. I spilled everywhere and said, “This is going to get messy.” My knees were shaking, my pussy was dripping, my oven was cooking. I set the timer and said, “Now, what are we going to do for 20 minutes? Don’t think that I am going to make love to you until these cupcakes are done!” He let out a low guttural growl, picked me up and carried me to our bed. He threw me down, spread my legs, lifted my apron and began kissing my thighs. He loves it when my cunt is soft and smooth and grinned when he saw the other treat I had prepared for him. He hungrily dove into my pussy pushing his hot tongue along the length of my slit. He sucked my pussy lips enjoying every drop that was now flowing from within. He worked his way to my pulsating clit and slowly and steadily slammed his warm flat tongue against it. “I’m going to cum!” I screamed as I grind against his mouth, “Oh don’t stop, YESSSSSS.” I exploded on his face smashing him against me. I was out of breath and shaking with ecstasy. “I need you to screw me now” I panted. “No,” he said. “You told me to wait until the cupcakes were done.” “Forget what I said! FUCK ME! I need you. Please don’t make me wait!” He quickly obliged my request, pushing me back onto the bed. He quickly got back to work on me as the cupcakes finished baking. The smell of chocolate filled the air as he pounded his massive cock into my still throbbing pussy. He continued to grind against me, making me moan with pleasure. The kids were still asleep, oblivious to the passionate scene unfolding in their parents' bedroom. We continued to ride until the cupcakes were ready, their sweet aroma mingling with our sweat and desire. Finally, we pulled away, breathless and exhausted. We devoured the warm, moist cupcakes, savoring every bite. As we finished the last one, he pulled me close, his hand resting on my naked stomach. “You’re a wicked woman,” he whispered, licking my lips. I smiled, knowing that our little secret rendezvous had only strengthened our bond. The sweetness of the cupcakes was a perfect reflection of the passion we shared, a delicious reminder of the forbidden pleasure we had just experienced.

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