If only I had the recipe.

When I wake the following morning, the first sensation I notice is the sound of Aor talking in Thai next to me. I roll over and see the beautiful golden Aor sitting up, the sheets pooling around her lower half. Aor has remained completely naked next to me throughout the night.

“Good morning,” I say quietly to her.

In response, she instantly clamps a hand across my mouth as she muffles her mobile to her breast before whispering, “it’s my husband!”

Getting the picture, I nod my understanding before she releases her covering of my mouth, returning to her phone call as I slide quietly out of bed, throwing on a robe and close the bedroom door behind me.

It’s still quite early so I think about making breakfast for Aor and I. Having tasted Yui’s delicious pancakes yesterday I wonder if I can impress Aor by making them myself. It can’t be too hard, after all, they’re only pancakes.

Using the ingredients I have in my house I make a guess at the recipe adding what I imagine is the right amounts of different things. I cook them up in a frying pan and am just finishing the third batch when I am joined in the kitchen by Aor in her birthday suit.

“Sorry about that. I couldn’t have him knowing I spent the night here with you. I told him I was staying with one of my girlfriends while he had the little one last night,” Aor apologised.

“That’s cool. I really should have thought before opening my mouth anyway. I assumed there would be more arguing if it was your hubby,” I say taking some of the blame and a small chuckle from Aor.

“What are those?” she asks as I feel her supple breasts pressing into my back as she wraps her arms around me from behind as she peaks around my arms.

“I thought I’d make the Thai pancakes Yui cooked for me,” I tell Aor hoping to impress her.

“Those aren’t the pancakes,” she says looking at them, “what flour did you use?”

“Normal plain flour,” I say. It was a tossup between that and self-raising.

“That’s wrong. It should be rice flour and cornflour,” Aor corrects me, “What oil are you using?”

“Olive oil.”

“Oh no, it should be vegetable oil for starters. Is that coconut milk or cream in the mixture.”

“Coconut milk was all I had and let me guess,” I say knowing I’m going to wrong already.

“Yeah, it’s meant to be coconut cream but you put fresh coconut shavings in, at least didn’t you?”

“I didn’t even know that was in it.”

“Its what gives it the texture. You probably don’t want to hear it’s meant to be done in a wok too then?”

Taking the last of my entirely non-Thai pancakes from the pan and flipping it onto some paper towel, I turn to face Aor picking up the remainder of the bowl of batter from the kitchen bench.

“Well even if they are ruined, I still have a use for the mixture.”

“What’s that?” Aor manages to ask before I upend the container, pouring the mixture across her breasts and running down into her considerable cleavage.

Aor screams at the sudden batter-battery and tries wrestling the container from my hands to pour it back over me. The creamy goo goes everywhere, dripping down onto the kitchen floor in big droplets. Aor tries to wipe it across my face as my hands roam her breasts scooping up more of the mixture and spreading it across much of her body. It devolves quickly into a highly sexually charged play fight as we press and grope up against each other. I use two mixture covered hands to pick Aor up by her bum, transferring the mess there, and place her on the counter so her face is level with mine.

Her lips meet mine as I step between her legs as they wrap around my thighs. Aor quickly pulling my messed dressing gown from me as I discard the only piece of fabric, my boxers, from keeping us apart. The playful groping has had a clear effect on me, Aor too as she guides me inside her and into the **** heat of her pussy.

I’ve never found Aor to be anything other than soaking wet and today is no exception. I don’t know if she has been aroused since last night or just this minute but I am able to give her the full length of my cock in the first stroke. A collective groan leaving us as we come together hurriedly.

Fucking with passionate need, we take turns licking and biting the pancake mixture from each other’s body. Aor quick to reach a shrieking orgasm as I take my time to suck her nipples clean with much attention paid to her hard and sensitive nubs while I drive myself deep between her legs. Our bodies making a sticky slapping sound not just from the pancake mixture.

“God, why wouldn’t anyone else fuck me like this!” Aor moans in deep lust as her nails tear red gouges into my back.

I know exactly who she means without being told.

“Because no one has a cock like this!” I groan back at Aor as the kitchen is filled with our dirty fuck-talk.

“Yes! Give me that wonderful cock.” Aor encourages.

I push her back onto her back and start to pound her using both her hips and tits for control.

“I'm giving it to you. God your pussy is so fucking good!”

“Ooowww make that pussy yours!”

“That pussy is all mine! I don’t want you to ever forget,” I order as I ram myself into her Aor as hard as I can.

“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t,” Aor practically chants before her tongue is unable to make words no longer.

I look down between us to see Aor’s pussy lips stretch tight around the base of my cock in a vacuum seal ****-grip. Her muscles twitching as she climaxes from my attentions and our dirty words. Her pussy practically milking my shaft as it draws the cum from my balls.

I have to interrupt Aor’s orgasm part the way through by pulling out from her and sliding her off the bench and onto the floor in front of me. She continues to moan as I jerk my cock once, twice, before erupting onto her face. Aor closes her eyes and opens her mouth, tongue ready, as I deliver a second load of batter all over her face. This one pearly white and just as thick and sticky. As I finish delivering jets of cum to Aor’s face she wraps her lips around my head and sucks and swirls her tongue against me, swallowing as I pulse what remains within.

Stepping back, I lean against the opposite bench as I take in the mess we’ve made of my kitchen, dressing gown and Aor’s gorgeous face.