Cooking up dinner with Cat

Steve swallowed his saliva as he moved his eyes from the delicious pussy lips of his naked house guest back to her eyes as he asked, “So um what on the menu, Chef Cat?” He saw her look of intrigue as she lowered her leg back to the ground and washed her hands in the sink.

“I was thinking spaghetti would be easy and most people have those ingredients ready. So I need a few pots as well as ground beef and these various seasonings,” she said as she found a half apron on the back of the pantry door. Steve was surprised to no longer be staying at her naked vulva but anytime she turned around was a reminder that she was indeed bottomless. Steve grabbed a pan for boiling noodles and the other for the sauce. He watched as Cat’s titties jiggled with each hurried slice of the garlic, onions and tomatoes. She giggled and said, “How about boiling some water, sous chef? My tits are not going anywhere.”

Steve hurried and filled up the pan with water while he asked, “So why did you decide to make dinner for us?”

“Maybe I’m just trying to impress someone…” she said looking up from her dicing of the vegetables. Steve swallowed hard as he thought she was trying to woo him with her cooking. She giggled and said, “I’m trying to impress Laura, dum dum. She cooked for us our whole time through college and I was famous for being unable to even boil water correctly.” Steve felt incredibly silly and got the water back to the stove to begin to boil it.

Steve watched as she added the ingredients as well as a few cans of tomato sauce, paste and other spices. She dumped that into the other pan and began to cook it up with a wooden spoon. Steve was watching her tits move all about again as she prevented the sauce from burning. Steve admitted to himself that he would be a lot more interested in Laura’s cooking if she did it only in an apron like Cat.

Like clockwork, Laura’s voice was behind him as she asked, “You mean to tell me that Cat is producing this delightful smell from the kitchen? Sorry for passing out there like that. I am not a Rom com girl at all.” Laura gave her husband a hug as she moved them to the other side of the island and sat on the stools. She quietly asked, “How you holding up? Can’t be easy with a naked woman around the house that isn’t your wife.”

Steve smiled and said, “Makes me truly appreciate my wife. I think I would be more interested in your cooking if you dressed similarly.” A punch hit his shoulder as both of them chuckled.

Laura gave him a look as she asked, “So you’ve been staring at her ass too I see?”

Steve sighed and said with a laugh, “At least the apron covers the front. I’m trying not to stare, I promise.”

Laura kissed his cheek and said, “Maybe I’ll try her technique if you are really good this weekend.”

Steve felt Laura’s challenge and knew the reward would be to see his hot wife in nothing but an apron as she cooked. He could feel his erection roaring back to life and Laura could see if she gave it a squeeze. She asked, “Is that for me or our houseguest?”

Steve grabbed her hand and looked in her eyes as he said, “It’s all yours, honey.” She gave him another squeeze as they shared a moment of intimacy.

Cat chuckled as she broke up the moment with her announcement, “Dinner is served, lovebirds.”