Home Cookin

After a long week spent working on the house, getting it right and tidy after the winter, I’d volunteered to cook us a special dinner to celebrate finishing the task. I love to cook, and find it is a very relaxing activity, even though she says it’s that way because I don’t do it all the time. She may well be right.

Anyway, after a light starter of pan fried scallops on lambs lettuce with a mild mustard vinaigrette, a main course of pink griddled duck breasts with fine green beans, potatoes oven cooked in milk with onions and cheese, and a desert of creme brulee coupled with a special claret I’d been saving for a while, we felt really comfortable and relaxed. The Espresso machine produced two small cups of strong dark liquid, a Bailey’s for her, an Armagnac for me, and a gentle cuddle on the sofa as the hi-fi played some Beethoven sonatas. Bliss!

When the music ended, I got up to put on another CD, this time of Spanish guitar music, the heady chords stirring our own rhythms. We took the cups and glasses out into the kitchen.

As we no longer have children at home, and although we never pull our curtains, we are hardly overlooked. When we start a lovemaking session, we don’t worry at all about where we are, and so it was that we started in the kitchen. So it was that as I was putting away some dishes, she walked in and came up behind me, sliding her hands down my side to cup and stroke my cock and balls through my trousers. “That feels so good”, I told her, as she moved round in front of me, rapidly undoing my belt and pulling down my trousers to eagerly gulp my hardening cock.

“Now give me more food,” she breathed, as her mouth worked on me, her hands stroking and squeezing my balls as she sucked.

“Oh let’s play a bit first,” I suggested, but she shook her head, which felt delicious, and slipping her finger into my ass stroked me and sucked me.   Soon I was spurting streams of my semen into her mouth, which she lovingly swallowed, just a trace remaining on her lips as I raised her away from my cock and kissed her deeply.

“Now we can play for a good long time,” she said, and walked away from me to the sitting room, where she lay down over the arm of the couch and looked teasingly over her shoulder.

“Ah”, I said, “I know what you want”, and I bent over her, kissing the back of her neck, and then each vertebra in turn until I reached that triangle at the base of her spine. And just as she realized my lips weren’t there any more, the palm of my hand struck her bum cheek leaving a pink mark.

“Oooh, yesss……more….please…..ugh,” and so saying, her breath was cut short as my hand made contact again.

She liked to be smacked, and her bum lifted in anticipation of the short sharp sting of my hand until her bum stuck right up in the air, which was the signal for me. As I knelt down and started to lick her now very wet pussy, I stuck my tongue inside her; as my fingers stretched her bum cheeks apart, the cooler air touched her tight ring of muscle, and I blew gently on it.

I licked her deeply and then slowly up to tickle her clit, which although not very large is very sensitive, and she responded quickly to my tongue tip. In a short while her body started to tremble, her thighs clamped on my head, and she came in waves, shaking through her body.

“So we’ve both had a meal,” she smiled, “lets go have a shower.”

Our shower is big, a walk in wet room, and we have had a lot of fun there; we proceeded to do so, lathering each of us in turn, until all slithery with soap, our bodies slipping and sliding in a long sensual embrace, our hands moving like oil across every part of each other. We washed away the soapy suds, and toweled each other dry before moving now to the bed, on which I had put one of the used towels. I reached in the bedside cupboard for the massage oils, lubes, and toys.

We have used love aids for some years now, perhaps even more so now that we are alone and can indulge our desires more openly. I love to give a sensual massage, and she was ready for this, lying down on her front so I could spread the oil in a slick across her shoulders and then in a long drip down her spine, just stopping as the slow pour reached the cleft of her bum. I started, as usual with her neck and shoulders, kneading the muscles to relax them and to untie any knots of tension that could be left. Then slowly down her back, my fingertips stroked the sides of her breasts, splayed out under her, and then back again in a slow sensual movement. Onwards and downwards this time, working the scented oil into her back and her bottom, my fingers worked it slowly round and between her bum cheeks, stroking it gently across her asshole, and with a light pressure circled it to oil it for future use. And finally, my hands moved round to cup her pussy and mound in my hand rubbing the oil into her baby smooth skin.

The pressure of my fingers suggested to her that she should move; she turned over so that I could spread the remaining oil on her sides round and covered her breasts in a very thin slick, round her stomach, and joined up with the oil on her mound.

Now I reached into the drawer again and took out a matching pair of silver slightly curved dildos. At the sight of them, she smiled, licked her lips sensuously, and raised her knees so I had full access to her. I switched on the first to a low power, and licking her clit with my tongue very gently, and with a blob of KY on the tip, inserted it through her puckered asshole. I just love to watch the reaction of her body as it starts to react to the sensations, and now was no different. The vibrations sent stimulation to all those nerve endings, and although she didn’t at this time reach a full orgasm, they were sufficient to bring her very close, her head rolling, mouth open, eyes closed, and body just gently pulsing. Pushing it in deeper, I left it on medium power so she could feel it deeper in her body. While I switched on the other, I set it at full power, and again with some lube, slid it fast into her pussy, using the curved end now to locate and stimulate her g spot. Unusually, this was a first shot winner, as I must just have got it right, and within 10 seconds she started to cum, so strong her muscles clenching and relaxing in rapid succession, so strong that her ass expelled the other dildo, but that was of no matter as she continued to cum in a seemingly endless orgasm, her scream, rising to a peak as her body writhed.

By now I was hard and ready again to replace one of those vibrating playthings. I put one down beside me, gave her the other, and as she had her hand around my cock, I just said, “It’s your pleasure as well as mine, put each where you want.”

She did. She sat up to ride me, my cock deep in her pussy while she slid the vibe into her ass and teased both of us, hardly moving other than letting the vibrations play through her onto my cock. I gently stroked her clit and delayed my orgasm until she was ready to go over the edge again. And when we did, it was magnificent! The semi-pain of an extended orgasm without a huge load in my balls is so exquisite, and when it is matched by a shaking squeezing woman, her eyes closed, mouth open in a gasping guttural groan, all visual, aural, and physical senses are overloaded.
“We must spring clean again,” she whispered, as she snuggled against my chest later that night.
“Well, ok, but not until tomorrow!” I suggested.

“Oh you men, all talk,” she laughed, but as her hand reached down, to both our surprise, my cock was standing to attention again. This time she just held it warm in the palm of her hand as we drifted into a well earned sleep, her voice murmuring in my ear, “It’s leaking again………there’ll be plenty to sip of your sap, my springtime sapling!”