Abigail Pinot-Detrick stood at the kitchen sink washing some dishes while gazing out a near-by window. It was dusk, the rain was falling and she looked below at the reflection of the kitchen light in the puddles on the concrete driveway. It was Friday and the week felt twice as long as it had been. Although a stay-at-home mom, she was also a freelance Interior Designer. With appointments every night this past week she had only seen her husband during the kid's bath-time. He had to be up early all week because he had to be in court early. His client was important and the money for the firm could be big. He would go upstairs with his laptop to work on his last minute items before going to bed. She would sit up drafting plans and elevations on the computer and rendering them for presentations. They seemed like two ships passing in the night.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the glass of the double oven to her left she smiled. Her strawberry blond hair was loosely falling along her shoulders in soft curls, just as her husband loved. She looked just as youthful as the day they met, even now at 33 with two children. Her body was sculpted by her dedication to exercise and her vanity. She always thought, 'just because I am a 33 year old mom doesn't mean I have to look like a 33 year old mom.' Still feeling 18 at heart she used that lust for life to fuel her in everything she did.
Keeping in shape and dressing to show it off always made her feel good. You could say she was a bit of an attention hog. Her husband always told her that "that guy just checked you out" and yet she failed to see it most of the time. But when she did notice it she was proud of herself. It meant that she was still desirable and sexy. Every woman loves to feel that way. In the end, she used her feelings of being desirable and sexy to her husband's benefit.
Taking a deep breath she inhaled the scent of the lasagna that was beginning to bubble in the oven. The fresh bread that sat on the counter was cooling and made the house smell like a bakery. The meal was a quick and simple one to make but it was one of her husband's favorites. She had forgotten how much she loved to cook; it relaxed her to create a delicious meal or dessert. She felt the week melt away, along with the cheese on the lasagna.
Hearing the garage door opening below her she then saw the tail lights to his Lexus backing in their driveway to the rear garages. A smile widened on her face because she knew her plan was about to take shape. He had no idea she had arranged for the kids to spend the weekend at her parent's house. After the week he had she thought he deserved a few surprises. Just planning this night has brought her to a heightened state of arousal.
Continuing to wash dishes in her green apron, albeit a bit cliché, she heard the garage door close as she continued to stand at the sink with her back to the basement door. She could hear him enter the basement and climb the stairs that lead to their great-room. The stereo was playing in the family room section to her right. Off the kitchen to the left was the elegant red dining room, dimly lit as the flames on the candles danced, reflecting in soft pools on the walls. The atmosphere was magnificent.
She could hear Sam step up into the kitchen. Keeping her back to him the only noise in the room was from the soft music playing and the muted tinkle of the dishes sloshing in the sink. Feeling his eyes on her she stood with her bare ass facing him. She was at the sink in her apron, but nothing else. Her ass was exposed and her ample bosom peaked out the sides of the apron, threatening to pop out completely.
"Hello honey." Abigail said in a soft sultry voice, without turning her attention from the suds in the sink.
"Mmm." was all he said in response as his briefcase hit the floor. She then heard him place his laptop case on the floor as well.
The 'tap-tap-tap' of his Florsheims on the kitchen floor grew closer and his suit-coat brushed against her bare skin. In a nonchalant tone, but with a widening smile, she said, "I hope you are hungry, the lasagna is in the oven and will be done soon."
"I am hungry," he stated in a deep rich tone, "but not for dinner." He then changed his tone and asked, "Where are the kids?"
She replied, "At my mom's for the weekend," hearing the wheels turning in his head. The kids had never stayed at their grandparents before since they lived only 10 minutes away. She could almost hear the light bulb ignite over his head as he began to realize they were alone in their house for the first time in a long time and she was half-naked.
Sam leaned into her back, sliding his hands under her apron, cupping her perky breasts. She was 5'1" and he was 5'8", their bodies aligned in a magnificent way. Her nipples immediately hardened as he pinched each one. His hand traced the skin on her breast softly, barely making contact with her skin. It was like delightful electricity spreading at the point of contact, making her squirm. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tilted her head back resting on his shoulder. Leaning into him the dish soap bubbles were dripping from her hands.
From the top of her bare back to the back of her calves Abigail could feel his wool suit on her flesh as his hands explored the treasures under her apron. She pushed her ass back into his body. She could feel his hard cock through his suit pants pressing firmly against the top of her ass crack and the small of her back. He pulled his hands out from his explorations and her nipples were piercing the cotton apron. He untied the strings at her tummy and they fell apart behind her.
Waiting, she was pressed between his body and the counter. In a moment he spun her around. Then he stepped back and lifted the top of the apron over her head. The only garment she was shrouded in was pulled from her and he threw it haphazardly away. Not bothering to pay attention to where it was thrown or where it landed she kept her eyes fixed on his. His caramel-brown eyes and long, dark lashes still made her heart flutter with their intensity. When he looked at her it was like she was the only other person on earth, even if they were in a room with 300 other people. The fire he had in them always made her melt.
Slowly he lowered his lips to hers in a passionate kiss that radiated throughout her body. Pressing into the kiss she matched his passion. Grabbing the sides of Sam's naturally tanned face her fingertips brushed his short dark hair, flecked with specks of grey far too premature for a man his age. As their tongues danced, her thumbs brushed his neatly trimmed goatee with matching grey flecks. He had such a bad-boy look with his goatee and eyes afire but she knew the real Sam. The passion for things in him was great but so was his devotion and love. From the day they met he was passionate for her and she knew it. Day to day life had hampered that passion slightly and she needed to see it in his eyes again. Feeling the passion radiating from him she sensed it matched hers.
His goatee tickled and rubbed her face and she moved soft kisses through his whiskers to his cheek then his ear. The goose bumps on his neck from her warm breath and nibbles told Abigail that her attention to him was evoking the reaction she desired. His hands were rubbing and fondling her smooth firm ass. Lowering his jacket down his arms, waiting for it to hit the floor she moved to loosen his tie and removed it completely. Then she set to work unbuttoning his blue and white striped Oxford shirt. The shirt was removed and hadn't hit the floor yet as the buckle on his pants became her next opponent. Then the pants were unbuttoned and unzipped by her dainty fingers. When the pants hit the floor, the silver buckle on his black belt clunked.
She peeled his black boxer briefs down off his waist and she watched intently as his hard, thick cock sprung out, brushing her bare belly with its mushroom tip. His pants and boxers were in a puddle around his ankles.
He stood before her, her Hazel-green eyes moving from head to toe of her dark, delicious man. Her gaze met his as his devilish goatee spread into a grin like she hadn't seen in too long. They stood before each other naked. They had stood naked before each other daily in the 41/2 years of their marriage but tonight there was something dancing between them. An electricity that seemed to warm the space between their flesh. The passion was brewing and dancing like the candles in the other room.
Just as the moment seemed to stretch out almost painfully long, he grabbed her shoulders pressing her backwards. He led her to the table in their eat-in-kitchen and shoved aside the salt and pepper shakers from the center. He laid her on her back in one swift movement.
She set her feet in a chair and he went down on bended knee, not to propose again but with serious lust and hunger in his eyes. He plunged his face into her sweet, wet center with a moan. She knew she was wet because the anticipation alone had her dripping. His touch now had her aching for his contact. She could smell her arousal over the lasagna. He flicked his tongue across her clit as he held her inner thighs with his palms. His masterful tongue was soft and warm. With each flick over her clit she jumped slightly, lifting her ass. From her center to her clit, he licked her length and with each lick she caught her breath. His whiskers were easily felt on her smoothly shaved lip area and inner thighs.
He got into a rhythm and she writhed against his face. Her naked flesh was sticking to the top of the oak pedestal table and pulling as she lifted her ass. He buried his tongue deep inside her and toyed with her clit with his fingers. "Oh Sam!" she managed to groan, as her pleasure grew. He slid his tongue out of her center to her clit and plunged two fingers into her, rubbing her G-spot. He plunged again and again as he flicked her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. His focus was on her pleasure. Her focus was on him enjoying the taste and feel of her under his control. She brought her feet up to the table to open her center more to him and tilt her hips into him for more contact.
Just as she adjusted her position, he began to suck on her clit while he used his fingers to slide in and out of her silken pussy. She felt the orgasm build and spread throughout her whole pelvic area. A numbing sensation spread down her legs and her feet were tingling. She kept repeating, "Oh God!" She was not conscious of the words she was uttering; they just mindlessly escaped her lips. Just when she didn't think she could handle the electricity spreading through her for one second more, he sucked her clit in deeper and plunged his fingers across her G-spot again. She arched her back and grappled at the table's edge with each hand. Her orgasm erupted and gushed out of her all over Sam's face and she yelled incoherently. Her pussy convulsed around his hands as she heard him groan, "Mmm." in reaction to her sweet juices pouring out.
Sam got off his knees and stood over her with a smile and a glint in his rich brown eyes. She curled up to get a better view of her handsome husband and he helped her sit. They pulled each other into a passionate kiss and she deeply breathed in the aroma of her pleasure pasted on his face. She could taste her sweet nectar on his lips as each kiss deepened.
Reaching down she cupped his balls with her right hand then slid up his swollen shaft to the mushroom tip. Playing with the ridge with her fingers she felt his kiss freeze in response. Something seemed to overcome him as he pulled her off the table and lead her down the hallway to the foyer stairs that wound up to the second floor of their comfortable home. Walking in front of him she felt his eyes watching her ass sway to and fro before him. Halfway up the stairs he grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees. His hands glided up her thighs to her heart-shaped ass. Leaning into the stairs she felt his need to take her right then, right there. He pulled her ass cheeks apart slightly as he guided his stiff cock to her wet center. Her need for him was great; the ache to feel his swollen cock in her was growing. She yearned to feel the rigid tip tug on her walls as he plunged in and out.
She didn't want to wait long to feel him in her and she didn't have to. He put her on point and slowly slid his length into her. With control he guided himself in and out of her as she drank in the pleasure his cock brought her. Placing her cheek on the rough, carpeted step she felt her face slide back and forth with each movement he made. She tried to peek back at him, to see if he was transfixed on watching his shaft disappear into her pussy. Just as she tried to look back he forcefully pressed her face back against the stair. He slid his hand to her back and held it with some pressure to keep her where he wanted her to be. His speed increased, and she dropped her tummy slightly to tip her ass up. This angle always brought her to orgasm.
One of his hands was pinning her slightly to the stairs while the other one reached around to tweak her nipples. He slid his hand down her smooth tummy, through her neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair to her swollen clit. It was peeking out, begging to be played with and he obliged it. Circling it with one finger and then two she could feel the force of his fucking her increase. It was as though she could feel his need to cum build with each thrust. Her orgasm was building to erupt again. With each motion the pleasure spread through her. With him coaxing her clit and rubbing her walls with his stiff cock she didn't care what else was going on in the world except for him fucking her.
Rotating her hips she pressed back into his movements and they found their rhythm. Their orgasms built together in sync and his hand lifted from her back and clit to grab at her hips. Reaching down she took over rubbing and toying with her clit as her walls began to shudder once or twice in pre-orgasm. It hit her as her hot juices spread past his cock and gushed out with each motion to pull back. His motions halted as her walls were convulsing, holding him captive. Her nectar was pouring out with each tightening of her walls. The grip her walls pressed on him went ignored as he pushed forward. Finally, he plunged deep into her and held her hips firmly in his masculine hands as she felt his cock swell with his release. Hearing him gasp with each pleasurable pulse of his orgasm her gripping walls were easing. Their juices were mixing in her and sliding out of her.
They both were panting slightly from the magnitude of their orgasms and they just remained on the stairs. With him now draped over her bent kneeling naked body, they stayed statue-still until his swollen cock went flaccid and slid out of her. He trailed kisses down her bare back as he worked his way to stand up. She needed his help getting to her feet since her legs felt like rubber beneath her. "I am going to run to the powder room to freshen up and then get the lasagna out of the oven, but we don't have to eat now unless you want to," Abigail stated. "We'll see." Sam replied, smiling as he smacked her bare ass and she carefully walked to the bathroom, making sure her legs functioned She could hear that the timer on the oven was going off and for how long she didn't know. After entering the powder room the timer stopped and she knew Sam was thoughtfully pulling the lasagna out of the oven for her.
Glancing in the mirror at her disheveled hair she had blushed cheeks from being well fucked by her husband. Proceeding to clean herself up she stepped from the bathroom. Sam was already waiting for her with a large glass of water and said, "Here honey. I think we should eat dinner later when we are really hungry. Drink this, you'll need it."
She accepted the glass and took a few gulps. He took her by the hand to continue to their bedroom and she knew it would be a delightfully long night. Especially since her plans were just beginning.
As they reached the top of the stairs Abigail paused, saying, "I need to get something, you go ahead and I will be right in."
Sam caressed her bare bottom, before turning to leave her he said, "Alright, I am going to get cleaned up."
She turned into the fourth bedroom and closed the door. Not wanting to be caught she hoped he wouldn't venture into the room, but would go straight to their Master bathroom. Knowing that a note awaited him taped to the mirror, she patted herself on the back since her plans were unfolding so flawlessly.