What’s For Lunch?

It was a sticky summer day, and my husband was out in his workshop working on one of his many DIY projects.  Since retirement, he’s been in perpetual motion.  He usually goes out to his shop after breakfast and doesn’t come in until I call him for lunch.  Though hot outside, it was cool in the air-conditioned comfort of our kitchen. In a few minutes, I would begin to prepare lunch.

This morning began as most of them do for us.  He’s an early riser, and I mean that in all senses of the word.  He woke up around five and slid his body next to mine and gave me a few gentle squeezes, gently fondling my breast.  I could feel his hard cock pressing against my butt, just his usual way of saying, “Good morning. I love you.”  I always enjoy these minutes, but they almost never lead to anything more than just a naked hug.  This morning he felt especially good to me; I didn’t want him to stop.  But as always, he rolled over, pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and went to the kitchen to make coffee.  My body tingled a bit as I thought about how manly he felt and how much I loved him.

I drifted back to sleep but woke again soon, needing to pee.  After finishing that morning ritual, I went to the kitchen, got my coffee, and joined him on the back deck.  That’s where our days always start.  He gets up early, makes the coffee, and spends some quiet time in his Adirondack chair, then I join him a bit later.

The memory of how particularly good he felt against me this morning had me feeling frisky, so I put on a little black nighty he had bought for me instead of my usual pajama pants and t-shirt.  It was black, silky, not tight but elegant and short.  He loves for me to wear it with a matching pair of black, silky boxers.  He likes the loose boxers because he can slide his hand up my thigh and touch my pussy.  Only this morning, I didn’t wear the boxers.  The nightgown hung just low enough that my bush was not visible, but you could see my round butt cheeks if I bent over ever so slightly.  I knew he loved this view.  My mother would have called it a duck dress: you know, just long enough to cover the quacks.

As I walked out to meet him, I could tell I had caught his interest.  He put his coffee down and watched with admiration and lust as I slowly walked to my chair and took a seat, spreading my knees apart enough to give him a nice view of my pussy and pubic hair.  I could see his shorts begin to rise in the front.  The bulge looked so cute, and I knew it was me that it called out for.

Without a word, he stood and slowly pulled down his shorts.  His dick was trapped, pushed downward until his waistband reached the head and it jumped up to attention.  I love to see his dick pop out of his pants like that, looking huge and yummy.  He then sat back down, his dick seemingly even harder as he sat with it pointing straight.  He simply resumed drinking his coffee and admired his view.  I did the same.

I am sorry to say that’s as far as it went this morning.  We just sat there enjoying the tease and drinking coffee, but both of us knew that things would probably get even hotter later.  He likes a good tease, and so do I.  Sometimes we begin a little foreplay the day before we actually have sex, and he says it’s like having sex all day long. We both love to screw, but we want the sexy feeling to last for a long time.  

So now, I started getting things out to make him a sandwich and called out to him that lunch would be ready in a few minutes. I heard the screen door slam as he came onto the back porch.  He kicked off his work shoes and joined me in the kitchen.  He knew right away that this lunch was going to be different; he was going to get dessert first.  I was standing at the island, pretending to prepare the food while wearing an apron.  I never wore aprons, and today, it was the only thing I had on. 

I thought I heard a “boing,” like the sound they make in cartoons when the character’s eyes pop out.  But, it wasn’t his eyes that popped out; it was his cock. He got hard instantly.  He just stood there for a moment, admiring my round butt cheeks and my naked back.  This was a bit out of character for me because he was almost always the aggressor, but I was horny and wanted to have a wild, sexy time with him.

He walked to me, grabbed my hips, and pressed my butt to him. His hands slid up my side and cupped my breasts.  As he kissed the back of my neck over and over and told me how beautiful I was, I melted in his arms.  He dropped his pants and pressed his naked cock firmly against my butt. 

I led him to the sofa and pushed him down.  I loved to see him sit without his pants on: his cock stands straight up, proud and hard, and his balls smush a bit and spread out on the sofa.  I just love to look at this man’s junk, especially when I’m horny.  And I don’t remember ever being this eager for him to stick it in me.

He pulled me down to his face, groped my breast, and gave me a long, deep kiss, then I spread my legs on either side of his, raised the hem of my apron, and eased myself into his lap. At first, I just sat there gently sliding his cock along my split.  It felt so warm and hard, and I started getting really wet.  He let out little sighs and fondled my breast inside my apron top, as I gently eased my hips up, picked up his cock, and helped its head find my vagina. 

This was my favorite part: the moment he made his entrance.  He pushed himself slowly upward into me. There’s always this little twinge as he opens me up and I feel him sliding in.  I eased down on him so that I could take in every bit of his cock.  I have never really been able to feel just how deep he goes, but I know he can.  He tells me he can feel my vagina gripping his entire cock when he’s in me like this.  

Up and down, in and out, we moved in rhythm.  I was floating in heaven and drifting slowly towards the prize.  I could tell he was, too.  He began to pick up speed like a runaway steam engine, pounding into me rapidly.  It felt so good!  My pussy—my entire body—tingled with pleasure that was building to a head. 

Then it happened.  I exploded with pleasure.  He knew what he was doing to me and couldn’t hold back any longer.  I felt him push deep and hard and knew he was coming. I could feel his wetness pour into and drip out of me. 

I just fell limp in his lap and put my head on his shoulder.  We sat there for a few minutes.  His cock grew soft and slipped out of me.  Lunch could wait a few more minutes; right now, I just wanted to sit in his lap and bask in the glow.