Kitchen Caper

 

Jack and I began our nightly chore of dishes. I hate doing dishes. He helps me cook, so it’s only fair that I help with the dishes. This particular night, he was washing, and I was rinsing and putting away. It’s become such a drudgery chore that we have forgotten to have fun with it, so I decided to remind us.

I took a glass from the sink and filled it with water like I was rinsing it, only I had other plans with it. The second it was full I threw the water all over Jack. The shocked look on his face was worth whatever was going to happen next.

“Take that,” I said laughing so hard I could barely breathe.

“Oh, yeah?” He said, taking his own glass full of soapy water and dumped it all over me. He roared in laughter. “You look like a drowned rat!”

And that began a good five minutes of chasing each other around the kitchen with water. Though there was more of a mess, it was one of the most fun times I had had in ages.

As we laughed together there in the kitchen, Jack handed me a towel. Instead of drying me, I began to dry him off. He stopped me by grabbing me and pulling me close.

“You are a funny girl, Mrs. Frazier.”

“And you love me for it,” I said.

“That I do, and you look spectacular in that wet, white t-shirt,” he said before bringing his lips to mine and kissing me more passionately that he had in awhile.

In only a moment his hand was on my wet breast squeezing and teasing through the material. I felt my nipples grow firm at his hot touch. Then he reached for the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up over my head leaving my round, tanned breasts bare. His lips immediately went to my nipple to lick and nibble. His other hand pleasured my other needing breast. I leaned up against the large wooden table for balance. The aching that I had for him at that moment was all I could think about.

He pushed my pajama pants and panties to the floor, picked me up, and set me on the table.

“You want me, don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, Jack. I’m aching for you.” He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed me back. His head went immediately between my legs. My hand reached down to the top of his head pulling him closer to me. I felt his tongue on my already hard clit. My body shook as he teased and tasted me. My hips wiggled as he licked me. Then I felt his fingers at my soaked opening. He pushed what felt like several fingers inside me. As he continued to lick me, he moved his fingers in and out of me.

“Oh, Jack, I need to cum. Please make me cum,” I said as I shook all over. The hand that was on his head ran up over my curves until it reached my breast. I squeezed as the pressure of orgasm took over my thoughts, my body. His fingers slipped out of me when he knew that I was cumming. The movement of his fingers circling my clit replaced his tongue. I screamed in pleasure at that moment. He continued his assault on my clit for a few moments more.

“Fill me, Jack,” I said as I reached for the zipper on his pants and pushed them and the boxers beneath to the floor. His cock was so hard that all I wanted to do was feel it inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him near me. “Enter me,” and he did as I asked.  I shrieked in pleasure as I felt him push into me. He rocked with me there at the kitchen table.

At first his movements were slow and driving me mad with need, and then he began to push into me harder and faster. He played with my breasts as he took me. The pressure of him filling me so deeply and so hard and fast made my body shake in orgasm again.

I was ready for him. I needed to feel his pleasure forcefully enter me.

Jack pushed hard as his body shook and his eyes closed. He held himself very deeply in me as he came. The feeling forced my orgasm to continue as we both shook madly against each other.

We stayed that way for a few minutes as we stopped shaking and our breathing slowed again. I didn’t let Jack out of me until my mind came back to reality.

We breathlessly put our clothes back on and looked at the mess in the kitchen and laughed.

“It was well worth it,” Jack said.

“I agree. It can be fun to wash dishes.”

“It definitely can,” he said, sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me off to the bedroom. The only thing we got done that night was each other.

 This is a Lace Purple Teddy


How would you like to see your significant other in this? Or how would you women feel wearing this very sexy outfit?

FOREST QUICKIE

“Catch me if you can,” I yelled at Sam as I ran off into the woods. Little did I know how fast he could really catch me. I barely got 20 feet into the woods and suddenly found myself on the ground in a pile of leaves. I was on my back with Sam on top of me, face to face.

“Holy crap, that was unfair,” I said as I laughed.

“You challenged me,” he said. “I couldn’t let you get away,” and he kissed me quickly.

“But I hardly…” was all I was able to get out before he kissed me again, and again, and again, until our kisses were faster, more passionate.

I wrapped my legs around his waist holding him tightly against me. My skirt rose higher around my thighs as my legs rose. I felt how hard he was through my panties.

“You want me, don’t you?” He said in between kisses.

“Oh, yes, Sam, take me. I need to feel you inside me.”

Suddenly he sat up, reached for my hips and with one swoop, the panties were off of me. He fumbled for a moment at his zipper, then pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles, and crawled between my legs.

“I want that sweet, wet pussy of yours,” he said as he moved his hips in a way that forced his hard cock into me. I gasped at first as he filled me so tightly that I nearly had an orgasm right then.

“Take me. Fill me,” I begged. My hips rose to meet his as he forced himself in and out of me. We were so eager to have each other that nothing else mattered.

I reached down between my legs as he rose up on his hands cobra-style. I was so wet that I could hear it as he slammed into me. My hand played with my clit as we rocked desperately together.

“Cum in me. Sam, cum in me,” I said as I started to shake all over. My own orgasm took hold of me, and when Sam felt me cum, he began to moan.

“Yes, I’m cumming,” he said, as his warm fluid mixed with my own.

My hands reached up and squeezed my own breasts and pinched my nipples as Sam watched me. He loved to see me touch myself.

“Oh, yes, you are beautiful,” he said, as we continued to cum together.

As we lay there in the leaves, our frantic need taken care of for the moment, he looked at me, his hand now resting on my firm breast. “You are magnificent. You know exactly what I need when I need it.”

“Well, there’s more of that to come,” I said with an evil grin.

 Front Strap Lace Black Teddy

For those that want to turn him on, here it is. See his eyes when you come out of the room wearing this. Let this teddy tell him how you really feel.

Hot Topic: Too Tired for Sex

I am planning on having "hot topics" here just for discussion sake, and who knows, might help some people out listening to the answers. :)

How many people are often too tired to have sex? Life just always has to get in the way at times with what we really want to do. As a woman, I can tell you that your significant other isn't really rejecting you. She is literally too tired. When there are kids, work, housework, shopping, cleaning, cooking, and on and on, sex is the one thing that seems to often get eliminated. Since life doesn't let us eliminate the other things, sex is often the only thing that seems like it's okay to eliminate. I can tell you though, that if you help out, take most of her work away from her even for an evening, she will be more receptive to the idea of having sex.

This isn't to say it doesn't happen to men, too, though I don't often hear of that.

What ideas do you have for eliminating this problem? This is your chance to share what you think and see if there is a solution to the problem.