Weeknights: Wednesday

"Hey honey, I'm home," I call out as I step through the garage door into the mud room behind the kitchen. "Welcome home, dear" I hear Eliza say nearby as I put away my bag and keys next to the door. The familiar domestic line makes me pause. I turn to see my wife standing at the kitchen counter facing away from me, down at the vegetables she's chopping on a cutting board next to her salad bowl. Her hair is styled in a retro, throwback way and I can see the strap of a bright orange apron tied around her nude back. I run my gaze down further to admire her exposed ass, hanging plump over the tiny gap left above her pressed-together thighs. Her prim posture and the strappy black four inch high heels she's wearing make her legs look long and toned.

Smelling more food cooking, I look around and see a pan of seasoned potatoes simmering on the range and a tray with two raw salmon fillets on the counter. One portion is richly coated with sauce and seasonings, the other looks oddly bare with only some seasoning salt on it. "I was making salmon for dinner " Eliza chirps without looking away from her cutting board "but I didn't have enough glaze for both of us." She stops cutting and looks at me over her shoulder. "Think you could help me with that?" she asks sweetly, spreading her legs apart slightly, allowing me to see that her anus is shiny with fresh lube.

My cock rises to the challenge of helping a damsel in need. Tossing my pants away I step up behind my wife as she resumes cutting various salad veggies. I press my erection against her lubed asshole and she pushes her hips back slightly, popping her tight ring over my prick without breaking her chopping rhythm. Over her shoulder I can see she's wearing one of those chainmail gloves they use at restaurants on her offhand. "You seem so well prepared for someone that forgot half her ingredients" I tease, as I push myself into her rectum. "I guess I'm just a ditz that way" she counters, scooping a pile of tidbits into the salad bowl.

After several minutes of exploring her bowels with my now throbbing cock, I announce that I have the glaze she requested ready for her. "Just go ahead and leave it right there, please" she tells me with **** casualness as she starts tossing the salad within the filled bowl. I grunt as I pull most of the way out of her so I can use her clenching sphincter to jerk myself off into her rectum. Judging by the number of spasms I can feel as my prick pulses in the vice of her anus, I'm pumping a flood of semen into her cavity. Certainly more than enough glaze for one meal, I'm sure.

When I stop flexing and shuddering, Eliza squeezes my dick out of her backdoor with fine muscle control, sealing her bottle shut before she spills my sauce. Salad complete, she turns around and carefully kneels with legs together to give me one quick clean-off suck before standing and shooing me out of the way. "Chef working here" she chides as I get out of her kitchen and stand in the doorway. She lifts the tray of salmon off the counter and sets it down in the middle of the kitchen floor. With a careful step, she straddles the tray and then squats down lowering her ass as close to the food as she can get it. A slight grunt passes her lips and then a smooth, even trickle of my semen starts pouring from her onto the center of the dry salmon fillet. She's watching carefully and cuts the flow of jizz off as soon as the meat is evenly covered with it.

After she stands up and inspects her handiwork, she claps her hands together happily then puts the tray in the oven and sets the bake timer. All done with cooking for the moment, she tosses the apron over the sink and gives me a tight hug, "It's so sweet of you to help me cook, baby!" she sings in my ear. Pulling back from me, she takes my hand and pulls me into the dining room. "I have an appetizer for us while our entree's cooking!" she says. There's one placemat and some condiments set on the table already, but I don't see any food. She pulls me to the seat with the place setting front of it. After I sit down, she lifts herself up and lays down on the table, her glistening, hairless pussy centered on the mat. She grabs a bottle of maple syrup from the the table and squirts a fat dollop onto her swollen clit. "Dinner is served!" she proclaims with a flourish as I dig into the first course.