In The Kitchen


He was in the kitchen, sitting at the table watching television through the doorway that leads to the living room, thoughtlessly fiddling with the salt shaker. Between the living room and the kitchen there’s a stairway, where he began to hear the stairs creak. The person on the stairs walked slowly, possibly trying to avoid the spots where creaking was inevitable. As the feet got closer to the bottom of the steps, they slowed. When the person reached what sounded like the bottom of the stairs, they stopped, making a long, high, final squeak.

“Hun?” He called out.

No answer.

“What are you doing?”

Again, no answer to his question. Just his echoing voice and the television. But, this time there was a response, albeit not vocal. From around the corner there issued a naked foot. The sparkly-nail-painted toes wiggled, the foot pointed up and down, then gyrated in a circular motion, almost like it had its own playful personality. It was calling to him.

Again, a creak in the staircase. The foot jerked a little and then slowly crept forward, revealing a naked calf and the knee it was connected to. Very sexy.

The foot made its way to the floor, and he was looking at a heel that lead up past the calf and knee he had been looking at, to a thigh, which lead up to a pair of red, lace panties, half-covered by a white tee shirt. He could see half of his beautiful wife; an arm, one sexy leg, and one cheek of her ass inside his favorite pair of red panties. He still couldn’t see her face yet, but some of her hair had managed to make its way onto her shoulder where he could see it. Visibly wet. Fresh out of the shower.


She shut the water off and wrapped her hair up in her red towel. She stepped out of the shower and wiped off her body-length mirror and looked at herself in the nude. She turned, looked at her ass, turned back, and did a few poses, admiring her own body glistening in the dim light of their room, still wet from the shower. God, I’m hot! No wonder he loves me! She giggled out loud as she thought to herself.

She put her hands on her hips and took another look, this time a profile view. She wrinkled her brow and pressed her lips together, looking down at her breasts. She turned and faced the mirror straight-on again. These could use some work. She grabbed her breasts and pushed them together, looking first at the mirror, then down at the cleavage between her hands. That’s more like it. She laughed again.

Their large bathroom was also part of their master bedroom, which she walked across, to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and found her favorite white tee shirt. Cotton. It was so comfortable. Next, a pair of panties. She opened the drawer (the top drawer) and, sitting right on top, almost seeming to call to her, were her favorite red panties. He loves these. She held them to her chest, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She thought for a second about their wedding night. Oh boy, does he love these!

She threw on her white tee shirt and slipped on the red panties, tossing her red towel on the bed. An idea sudden came to her. She sat on the bed and painted her toenails, thinking about what to do. Things are always the same with us. Maybe I’ll do something a little different tonight.

She waited a few minutes for her nails to dry, wiggling them in the light of the lamp on her night stand, with a grin on her face that made her feel like she was in high school again. I haven’t painted my nails in years! I bet he’ll think it’s sexy.

She started toward the stairs and heard the TV right away. In the kitchen… as usual. Why doesn’t he just sit in the living room? As she tiptoed down the steps she couldn’t help but make them creak. The stairs were old and there was no way to avoid it. She knew he heard her coming.


She heard him call out and a smile began to grow on her face. He has no idea.

“What are you doing?”

She waited a few seconds, then grabbed the handrail and stuck the toes on her right foot out, just past the wall where she knew he’d be looking; right in front of the television. Then, with some effort she hopped down to the floor from the bottom step, on one foot. Should have gotten all the way down. She, then, slowly extended her leg out to her knee. This is going to be interesting. Too bad we don’t have a little music.

She put her foot down and extended her leg, putting her back to the wall, letting one cheek of her ass reveal itself to him, in his (and her) favorite red panties.


“Can I see a little more?” He chuckled as his attention was drawn away from the television. The salt shaker clicked as he set it down on the table.

She brought her back away from the wall and seemed to press her ass more firmly against it.

“How much more?” She purred to him, visibly twirling her hair in her fingers.

He felt himself growing hard in his jeans. She’s so goddamned HOT! I have to be the luckiest guy on Earth.

“I want to see it all,” he ordered to her in his most seductive voice.

He watched as the one visible hand made its way down to the lace around her ass. Her finger found its way under the panties and she pulled them away from her skin and let them snap against her rear.

“You want to see it all?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, babe. I want you to come over here and show me everything.”

This was very unlike her, to be such a tease. She was usually very straightforward when it came to sex. There was always foreplay, but nothing like this. Don’t get too used to this.

He watched as she peaked around the corner and winked. She turned the corner and put her chin to her chest and looked up at him, biting her bottom lip as she came closer, her hair partially in her face. His eyes wandered over every inch of her as she strolled over to him. Her hips swayed, the muscles in her legs flexed, as the water on them glistened in the light of the room. Still wet.

She walked up to him and bent down, putting her face right in his.

“You want to see these?” She asked, grabbing her breasts in both hands.

He put his hands on hers and squeezed. What’s gotten into her?

“More than anything.” He sounded almost desperate.

She stood up straight again and, with a big cheesy smile on her face, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and brought it up a little, just past her bellybutton. As she did, she gyrated her hips slowly as she straddled one of his legs. Fuck! She is so fucking hot! She pulled the shirt up over her head, tossing it on the floor, leaving her wearing nothing but those red lace panties and that big cheesy smile.

She put her hand on one hip and stuck it out.

“Like what you see?” She winked again.


“You want to see these?” She brought her hands up, cupping her breasts, leaving practically no space at all between her face and his. It gave her a strange feeling of power leaning over him like this.

Thinking back to the mirror upstairs, she almost wondered if he did want to see her breasts. But, as if in response to her thought, as if to put it out of her mind, he reached up and placed his hands on hers and gave a gentle squeeze.

“More that anything.” He squeezed a little tighter.

Nothing made her happier than his happiness, and seeing how badly he wanted her gave her a huge smile. She wanted him, too.

Standing up, she parted her legs, emphasizing the fact that she was straddling one of his legs as he sat in that chair, bending her knees slightly. You know you want this body. She felt, almost instinctually, her hips start to rotate and slide as the shirt came up over her head. He must think I’m crazy! I love this!

She threw the shirt on the floor next to her and put her hand on her hip. She could see his erection through his jeans. She felt herself getting wet.

“Like what you see?” She winked, hinting at his erection. She knew he didn’t get it, though.

Slowly, she lifted the leg that was straddling his, brought it down and stood between his legs. She pressed her belly against his chest and grabbed a handful of hair from his head. I could get used to this.

“Kiss me,” she said as she pulled his head back by the hair she was holding. The grin he responded with let her know he was loving every second of this. “Kiss me, but do nothing else. You can only touch me with your lips. Got it?”

“Got it.” He put his hands behind his back.

He began at her bellybutton. He pecked and kissed lightly, licking up a few drops of water still lingering from her shower. He’s so good at this. No wonder I love him. It tickled a little, but it felt too good to back away. One of her hands found its way to her breast and she fondled it while she looked down at him, kissing her body.

“Oh yeah… that feels so good, baby.” His kisses were venturing northward toward her tits, and he nudged her fondling hand with his nose. But, as he began to stand up, she pushed him back down. Not yet, hunny. Now it’s your turn.

“Sit back down, babe. I have something for you,” she said in an unfamiliar tone. It sounded… naughty. What’s gotten into me?

He fell back into his seat and she knelt down in front of him.

As she reached for his zipper, she watched his eyes grow to the size of saucers. Well, it’s too late to turn back now.


He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife, the woman he’d been with for over 10 years, since they’d been in high school, the woman who would rarely even look at his dick was about to give him a blowjob. Oh my god.

She reached for his zipper and his mind started to spin. She pulled the zipper down and reached inside, grabbing his cock. Cold hands. God, she looks so good.

“Oh God, baby. I want you so bad,” he said, barely able to contain himself.

She pulled his dick out of his pants and stared at it for a second, then looked up at him. She smiled and started stroking it. She brushed her hair from her eyes.

“Oh yeah…” he moaned and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. “Mmmm.”

He looked back down and noticed that while she stroked him, she also had a finger inside her panties, rubbing her clit. Jesus, I can’t believe this is really happening!

He reached out to touch her cheek, but her hand was like lightning, slapping his hand away.

“I told you no touching, remember?” She looked at him with a smirk, giggled and then went back to what she was doing.

She brought her head up, above his cock and opened her mouth. Oh yeah, suck it, babe. But, instead of putting him in her mouth, she let some spittle fall on his head and she began working it all over the shaft.

“Oh yeah…” He couldn’t manage anything else out of his mouth. She’d made a tight fist and began jerking vigorously. Oh shit! He drew a sharp breath and closed his eyes. “Oh GOD! That feels so good!” He clenched his teeth and drew another whistling breath.

She stopped. With a concentrating look on her face, she once again brought her head lingering over the head of his cock, looking down on it. This time, she kissed it. Slowly. From the head, she started kissing down the shaft and back up to the head again. She looked up at him and then back at his cock. Holding it with one hand, she began licking.

“Oh shit!” His breaths were quick and deep. He couldn’t do anything but watch. It actually turned him on even more. She was having her way with him, and he could do nothing about it.

She grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and brought the hand she’d been fingering herself with to his mouth.

“Suck this while I suck your dick,” she said as she put her soaked finger in his mouth.

It tasted feminine. Of everything that makes a woman what she is. It tasted of sexy confidence, of sweat, of hunger, and love. It tasted of her.

As he licked and sucked every drop of her juices from her finger, she put nearly his entire length into her mouth.


It felt strange actually saying those words to him. “Suck this while I suck your dick.” It was something whores did. That was how they talked. Until now, she used to think that way. I guess it really isn’t all that disgusting. I kinda like it, now that I’m actually in the position. She laughed inside. It’s actually pretty hot.

She looked down at his cock, then back up at him. I love him so much. She looked back down and opened her mouth. As it entered her mouth, she thought about what it must feel like to be a guy, what a BJ must feel like. From the noise he was making, it must feel pretty good.


He grabbed the remote and shut the television off. It was better without the noise. Silence. Just him and his wife in this moment. He loved her more than anything.

As she sucked him, the noises from her sucking and his moaning echoed through the kitchen.

“God, you’re so sexy! Ohhh… oh yeah, suck it.” All he could do, and all he wanted to do was watch her. Her soft hands, her wet skin, her beautiful body, those red panties, and her lips. She was a work of art in motion. His desire for her was strong. Stronger than it had ever been.

“You like it when I suck this dick?” She stopped to lick her lips.

“Oh yeah.”

She stood up and over his cock, rubbing it against the crotch of her panties.

“This dick?” She moaned as she pressed it against pussy.

“Oh yeah, that’s the one…” He moaned.

She spun around, hand still on his cock, now with her ass against his belly, those smooth red panties rubbing against him. This is heaven! With her free hand, she slid her panties to the side, exposing her pussy.

“You want me to sit on this dick?” She asked over her shoulder as she touched it to her warm lips.

“Oh God, do I ever!” If his hands were free, he would have grabbed her hips and slammed it into her. But, his hands weren’t free to touch her, and, in a way, this turned him on even more.

Without a word she bent her knees and he watched as, inch by inch, his cock went deeper into her. As she went down, she gyrated her hips, making the sensation that much more intense. Her body that much more sexy. His love for her that much stronger.

“Aghhhh!” He couldn’t even manage comprehensible English. All he could do was watch as his dick penetrated deeper and deeper into her. She felt so good. And sexy? He’d never seen a woman more beautiful. The best part of all was the fact that she was all his.

Now she was practically bouncing on his lap, thrusting her hips forward, flexing his cock backward, setting his body ablaze in an erotic fire. She tossed her head back and moaned. Her hair was in his face.

This isn’t the woman I married.


Oh God! As he entered her, she felt a wave of passion and lust wash over her entire body. What was left of the water on her skin from the shower only a few minutes ago was being replaced by sweat. She felt like she was losing control of herself. She began bouncing on his lap. Oh God, I could get used to this!

Looking up at the ceiling, thrusting her hips as she bounced on his dick, she tried to imagine his expression, his eyes looking at her from behind and wanting to touch her more than anything. She tried to imagine his thoughts. She imagined that he was feeling exactly what she was, that they were two souls in one, that he loved her with everything that he had, that there was no one else on this planet that could take her place.

“Turn around. I want to see your face.” He had sincerity in his voice that she hadn’t heard in years. A deep, emotional sincerity. Again, she thought back to their wedding night, all of the times he said ‘I love you,’ and how he said that he was now the happiest man on the planet. The sound in his voice told her nothing had changed about how he felt.

She pulled him out of her, spun herself around and looked at her man in the eyes, her hand still on his cock.

“Remember, no touching.” She said, wagging a finger at him. “Only with your lips.”

She put her free hand on his shoulder and straddled his lap again. As she brought herself back down onto his dick, her tits were now where he could put his lips on them. She grabbed her left breast and squeezed it, putting it to his mouth.

“Suck this tit, boy.” She surprised herself with how “southern” it sounded.

He eagerly granted her request, hungrily. First suckling, then nibbling, then biting. His tongue swirled around her nipple sending another shock through her body. I love this man.

She looked down at him, his eyes meeting hers as he devoured her tit. She bit her lip and began to grind on his dick. She watched as his eyes rolled in his head, losing his mouth’s grip on her breast, but quickly regaining hold.

“Do you like this?” She asked as she moaned, grabbing another handful of hair from his head. She felt a new gleam of femininity in herself. She found it very erotic. She found herself feeling turned on at the thought of it.

“I love this. What’s with the change?” He asked in between breaths and nibbles of her breast.

“I don’t really know. Something just told me that we need to change things up a little. Don’t you agree?” She ran her fingers through his hair.

“I totally agree. I love this. I love you.” As he said this, he defied her order and touched her face. Only this time, she didn’t offer any resistance. She put her hand on his and leaned her head onto his hand, closing her eyes. She began to grind more fiercely on his dick. His other hand found her ass and he squeezed and thrusted as she grinded against him.


“You should probably finish taking your pants off, mister,” she said in her sexual, playful voice and winked.

She got up and hinted for him to put his feet out. She knelt down and unbuttoned him and slipped off his jeans, his erection sticking out of his boxers waiting for her return. Before she returned to him, she stood back up and slipped off her panties.

“It’s my turn to sit in the chair.” She gestured with her thumb for him to get out of his seat.

She sat in the chair and motioned for him to come closer. As he did, she grabbed his cock and licked from the base to the head in a single motion. I’m beginning to enjoy this. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this. She looked up at her man, standing in front of her, wearing only his boxers and a huge smile.

She started sucking on him again. She tasted her own fluids along with the pre-cum that covered his dick. Instead of repulsing her, it made her even more horny. She wanted him to cum. She’d never let him cum on her before. She wanted him to. She needed him to.

“I want you to cum on my face.” She moaned to him. I can’t believe I just said that.

He didn’t say a word. He just nodded and moaned louder. He’s speechless.

“Let me know when you’re close.” She said as she stroked him, not taking her eyes off the head of his cock, wonder what it was going to feel like. She knew the smell of his cum. It lingered on their sheets when they finished making love. She wondered if it would taste how it smelled. What’s gotten into me?

She grabbed his cock and began to suck. She looked up at him. Their eyes met. So many new things. New experiences. Something about tonight had brought them much closer together than they’d ever been. Their eyes spoke their own language. There were no words. Only understanding. Love.

Her saliva was dripping off his dick onto his balls, some on the floor. His moans were echoing throughout the kitchen. Her head thrusted forward and back, her lips making a slurping sound that was driving them both insane. She began to feel herself ready to cum. Is this really possible? Sucking his dick was making her hot. Very hot.
She felt his cock twitch. A pulse of energy ran through her entire body.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” He screamed. There was desperation in his voice. He was about to explode.

She took him out of her mouth, spit on her hand, and began stroking vigorously. As she did this, she brought her face closer and opened her mouth. Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I want it. She did want it. Tell him! Tell him you want it!

“Cum on my face, baby! I want it so bad!” She called out to him, her mouth wide open, waiting for him to shoot his load.


He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Is this my wife? What has she done with the woman I married? His wife was kneeling in front of him practically begging for his cum to cover her face.

“Oh GOD!” He felt his cock swell in her hand.

She showed no signs of hesitation. She stroked him even faster. She was thirsting for his cum. He had never been this turned on in his life.

“Cum on my face, baby! I want it so bad!”

He couldn’t handle it any longer. He screamed. His mind went blank, filled only with pleasure. A shock went through his body and his cock exploded. He shot his load, covering his wife’s beautiful face as she closed her eyes, embracing every drop as it found its place on her cheek, her eyelid, her lips, in her mouth.

When he finished, she began licking the remaining drops of cum from his dick. Slowly and lovingly, looking up at him with her full, brown eyes.

He’d never imagined his wife this passionate, this erotic, this beautiful. Even covered with his semen, she was beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. As she looked up at him, he could feel himself falling in love all over again. He would give his life for this woman.

“I would give anything for you. I love you.”

She smiled at his words, stood up to meet him, her naked body against his. They kissed deeply.


“I would give anything for you. I love you.”

Looking up at him, she’d never felt so beautiful. She never felt so loved, so cared for, so needed. Even with his cum on her face and the taste on her lips, she never felt so helplessly in love. I need this man.

She stood up slowly and kissed him like she’d never kissed him before. I love you, too.


This kitchen, in their eyes, would no longer feel the same as it always had. Everything was different now. Everything was new. The fluorescent light didn’t just provide a way to see when it was dark. They saw each other in a new light in this kitchen. They saw the light of love that they had for each other. This chair was no longer just a place to sit while you ate, or watched television. It was the seat of a new beginning. This kitchen was a place where love was renewed. It was a place they both spent a little more time in. And now, at night, they both sit in the kitchen and watch television in the kitchen through the doorway that leads to the living room, remembering that night when she decided to do things a little differently.

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