Breakfast nook-y

Newly forty-year-old Ray Parker awoke with a start, looking around. He lay in a tangle of sweaty sheets, alone. His heart raced when he saw the unusually late waking hour on the digital readout of the bedside clock. Had everything with his wife been only a wonderful dream? Had she actually left him because of yesterday's dalliances?

The adulterous company CEO's eyes adjusted to the faint early morning light illuminating his home's master bedroom. The pounding beneath the light hair on his bare chest slowed when he saw the ice bucket, the empty champagne bottle and it's accompanying glasses. Further reminder of the memorable night were the melted candle butts beside the bed. He heaved a sigh of relief, falling back into the pile of pillows behind him, glad the hot sex with his lovely wife of twenty years wasn't a product of his increasingly fevered mind.

His mind now at ease, Ray's senses discovered something else. The most delicious smell was wafting through the open door of the bedroom. After getting up out of bed and pulling a pair of pajama bottoms from a dresser drawer, Parker followed his nose down the stairs to the bi-level home's kitchen.

Ray was shocked to find, under the warm incandescent light cast from the four globes on the ceiling fan overhead, a breakfast nook table with plates of pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs. He looked over to the kitchen range where his wife hummed merrily, the home fries she was stirring in the pan before her sizzling away.

Ray normally was lucky to grab a coffee and a donut before he rushed off to pick up the kids. He wasn't sure what was making him salivate more. The smell of the delicious food before him, or the fact that the only thing his wife had on as she faced away from him was a frilly bib apron that attempted to protect her generous attributes from grease splatters. 'What could turn on a husband more than watching his wife hard at work?' he chuckled to himself.

Grinning slyly, Ray stepped around the table and chairs stealthily and tried to sneak up on his wife. The cooking sounds helped to cover his approach.

Now just behind the beautiful blonde, he cupped both hands and slid them behind the frills of the white bib's sides. Ray's eager fingers found the soft round globes of his wife's tits and gently squeezed them from behind as he stepped close. His newly hard cock found it's way through the loose flannel folds of his p.j. bottoms and it's wet head kissed the outthrust curve of her bare left assglobe.

"Well, somebody's awake.." said his wife softly as she continued to cook. She felt the cockhead at the crux of her crotch. "..And up as well!" she sighed a little breathily.

"You look so fuckin' sexy like this!" Ray growled as he leaned forward to nibble at her ear. "What about work, though?" he managed to ask as he continued to nibble, working his way down her neck now.

"I called off, and I told Allison you'd be in a little late.." She turned her head to kiss him on the face.

Excited at the idea of having his wife to himself again, Ray mauled his wife's stiffening nipples between his fingers, pulled at the soft flesh of her shoulder with his teeth. She smelled so sweet, having showered and primped while he slumbered.

"Gonna fuck you good and hard, woman!" Ray growled as he humped forward, his cock sliding easily into the moist depths of his wife's pussy.

"But the food's gonna get cold, Ray!" she teased, reaching forward to turn off the stove's burners.

"I won't let that happen, baby!" he growled, pushing into his wife until his cockhair tickled her ass. He pulled back out just as quickly, then re-inserted himself into her increasingly swampy pussy. He humped wildly, like a dog in heat, anxious to get his rocks off as quickly as possible, eager to fill his wife with his seed once again. He felt her pussy clamp around his shaft as he did so.

"Ohmigod, Ray!!" his wife rasped, placing her hands over his tit-filled ones. "You're killin' me with that big fucker!" she moaned back. The residual heat from the stove coils flushed her face, heated her belly and titglobes through the flimsy fabric as she was pushed further forward by her husband's near-maniacal lunges. "Keep going!" she urged reassuringly.

"Gonna fill you full, baby!" Ray growled. His words brought a tighter clamping by her pussy sheath and Ray lost it. He pumped pint after pint inside his wife's womb, biting at the back of her neck.

"Arrgh!" his wife gurgled as she climaxed on his imbedded, spurting cock. Her long nails dug into the backs of her husband's hands.

Then there was a thump from outside the room.

"Gee, what smells so good?" called a voice.