Kitchen Heat (L)
Several years ago, Tom and I had let ourselves get in a rut. Teenagers, jobs, aging parents, bills. You all know what I mean. By bedtime each night, we were utter zombies. Worse, we were putting other people’s needs ahead of each other’s.
We have learned this is the first step down the road of an unhappy marriage. What is so dangerous about putting others ahead of your spouse is that at the time, it can seem selfless. It can seem like the right thing to do.
But the truth is, if you neglect your spouse, it will erode the foundation of your family life. It may seem noble at times, but it will poison your marriage. It is not what God wants!
When I woke up one morning in the middle of that rut, I resolved to reverse the trend. Before Tom left for work, my goal was to get back into his head and heart.
So I got up very early, fixed a proper breakfast, and got the kids off to school. I wanted to make the most of the 30 minutes or so that I had with Tom before he headed to the office.
My granny gown and flannel bathrobe went onto the closet floor. I slipped into one of his dress shirts and unbuttoned it to the waist. That way, I could easily show off the boobage. The shirttail barely covered my ass. The slightest lean forward displayed my pussy from behind. That’s a sight that I know always gets Tom’s undivided attention.
I walked into the kitchen and got an immediate positive response.
“Say, you look a little different. Isn’t that my shirt?,” Tom asked.
“I hope you don’t mind. I borrowed a couple of your shirts to wear around the house when you aren’t here. They smell like you. It turns me on a little,” I said.
“Wow, no, I don’t mind at all. Given the view, I like it. A lot. So come over here. Why have we been ignoring each other?”
Tom took me in his arms and kissed me. Not the usual morning peck on the cheek. This was a slower, mouth slightly open, tongues touching, sweet kiss that made my heart flutter. He put his hands inside the shirt and traced his fingers down the sides of my breasts. My nipples immediately perked up. As if on cue, I could feel my pussy begin to respond as well.
I broke off the kiss and held his gaze. Then I took his hand and put it between my legs. “Feel what one good kiss from you does to me,” I said.
We kissed again, and he pressed himself against me. He was getting hard.
“I want you,” he said.
“Then take me,” I challenged him. I bent over and grabbed the kitchen island with both hands.
“Right here? You’re joking.”
“No, I’m not. I’m lonely and I’m horny. I need my husband to fuck me like he did when I was younger and prettier and he couldn’t keep his hands off me.”
I couldn’t help it. For some reason I started to cry. But I didn’t move.
“Annie, don’t cry. I know I’ve neglected you. I’m so sorry.”
“Shhh. No apologies. I want you to fuck me. Right now. Right here in our kitchen.”
Tom put his hand on my hips and pushed the shirt up. He knelt down and began to kiss and lick my ass and pussy from behind. In no time I was very wet and ready for his cock.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers and let them fall around his ankles. He pulled his very hard cock out of his boxer briefs. He placed the swollen head right between my pussy lips, and slowly pushed himself inside me.
I gasped with both pleasure and pain. In a way, I wanted it to hurt a little. I wanted him to be overcome with desire for me. I wanted to be dominated and controlled. I wanted to feel intense sexual pleasure, almost against my will.
My vagina was tight with tension and anticipation. As he slid inside me, I gripped him like a warm wet velvet glove. He began to pump me harder, more insistently. Slamming his rod into me over and over, pushing my breasts down onto the cold marble. I could hear involuntary moans with each urgent thrust of his hips against me.
“Is this what you want? So say it. Tell me! Beg me to fuck you harder.” Tom demanded.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Give it to me. Harder!”
His cock felt huge and was right against my G spot, probing and pounding. My clit was throbbing with desire and pleasure. So I reached down and began stroking it while he was fucking me.
Then I put my fingers on each side of his cock. It was like a hand job and a fuck session rolled into one.
“Fuckkkkk, you are making me cum!” he said.
I took him deeper than he had ever gone. With his last thrusts, he shot his load inside me. He cried out with the same mix of passion and release that I wanted so badly to feel.
After he was finished, I turned to him and dropped to my knees on our kitchen floor. I wanted to smell and taste myself all over his cock. So I took on the task of cleaning him up with my mouth and tongue. In short order, he was very hard again.
After Tom cums, if I can get him hard again, he can stay that way for as long as I want. I took him by the hand and escorted him back to our bedroom. I then began undressing him.
“Looks like you are going to be a little late for work today,” I said. “Better text your secretary.”
I pulled him to our bed and climbed on top of him. His cock was still hard, and I was now dripping with his cum.
“I’m going to ride you until I cum,” I said. “Watch me.”
I unbuttoned the shirt so he could get a nice view of my tits. Then I held them in my hands and squeezed and pinched my nipples.
I slid his cock inside me (sloppy seconds!) and began grinding my clit against him. I released my breasts and put both hands on his shoulders. I rode him like a stallion until we both came.
Needless to say, my new morning routine made quite an impression. He texted me several times that day. He was his best attentive self with me for weeks afterward. And I learned that shaking it up is not only good for your marriage, but also good for your confidence.
Wives, you have the power to rock your husband’s world. You have the power to make him feel strong and desired and adored. All it takes is imagination and a little effort.
And a sturdy kitchen island!
What an incredibly interesting story this is.
H for HOT!
Great story. Yes. It can get hot in the kitchen.
Another great one from my favourite submitter. My wife went above and beyond for me this week and it meant so much.
This is the most amazing story I’ve read on this site. Thanks for sharing
Wow!! So beautiful and erotic!!
Thank you so much for sharing this!!
It is definitely something to keep in mind for my future marriage! About keeping the connection!
And question, if I may…
When ladies say that "its a good pain" when it comes to during sex, I can't wrap my head around it, what does that mean?
Thank you for this! I was wondering what to do to spice up our life and what to do and how to handle being good person to friends and family but a great wife to my husband. <3
The fact that you are reading this website has you on the right track. Imagination. Enthusiasm. Communication. Knowing what you like and getting it. Caring about what he likes and getting pleasure in giving it. You have the power to make your husband feel awful or great. He will adore you if you give him reasons to. So glad you like our stories.
Great story and a great example of loving your mate.
Nothing feels as good as sex with my wife after waiting more than a week.
Last night was amazing; we had waited a long time. Maybe we'll write a story about it later. It feels awesome to be reunited with your soulmate.
And you know what? Today we are going to Paris.Can't wait for some private time (we missed it a lot) and the upcoming hot passionate love making sessions. I'm sure I'll have lots to write about!
Thanks MH. You all help me positively.
Oh how I love the kitchen and I love my wife, what a wonderful combination. You are correct, when she shows she desires me, my whole world gets brighter. God Bless you both.
There is something about this story that should be shouted from the roof-tops.
I believe that ALL couples go through an extremely HOT start to their relationship and then the slump comes after a few years and steals the joy. If both partners work at it on a continuous basis, it should not become a killer. But if both partners sit back and allow it to die… It becomes a marital suicide.
Let us all follow NaughtyWife's example (and not JUST the ladies!) Let's do stuff that can kick-start it again.
I have found that our most memorable times of making love were those times when we went out of our way to make it special.
NaughtyWife I applaud you!!!!! Do it again. and AGAIN.
Bravo!???