Kitchen Heat

It was an hour past closing time at Antoine's lowcountry flagship. He and Elizabeth were the only ones in the kitchen, and he was sampling new recipes on Elizabeth's palate. She was blindfolded, and he had several dishes in front of her. Her nostrils were tingling from all the various aromas and flavors to come. He offered her a sip of a new type of bisque.

She smacked her lips audibly, closing her eyes (even though she was blindfolded), concentrating on each element of the flavorful bisque.

"It's delicious," Elizabeth opined. "Although a bit spicy. But then, I'm white."

"Yes you are," her husband said, running through a variety of fresh fish dishes, fried foods, sides, and desserts. Finally, his lips met with hers, and she melted against him. Then he stood up, removing his chef's outfit, and rubbing the thick, uncut tip of his cock against her soft lips. She recoiled in surprise, then planted soft, wet kisses on the tip.

"Now this is a five star dish ... but we can't put this on the menu." She pulled the blindfold off, her big blue eyes sparkling, as she started to give her husband a proper blowjob.