Fun in the kitchen

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

Apparently Helen had conquered her initial resistance to prepare the dinner I had been supposed to. The kitchen counter was full of food and cooking utensils, and she was slaving away between all that to cook me an especially nice dinner. She smiled at me when I entered, and said:

“No small tasks for the love of my life!”

I thought to myself, it is just bribery, but I didn’t mind very much being bribed. She depended on me, and hoped I would overturn my decision on her abstention; apparently she had decided that all she could do to make that happen was to please me as much as she could.

Helen’s metamorphosis might be stunning, but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. She had put on an apron for the kitchen work, but her behind was still naked. She deliberately turned her ass over to me and wiggled it, bending slightly over the counter, glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was watching. I took the invitation and my hand reached down. I playfully squeezed her butt, then descended further to slide between her thighs. I wasn’t even really surprised that her juice hadn’t been contained to her pussy, but had also spread as a film on the inside of her thighs, providing a smooth glide for my prying hand. She attempted a giggle as it delved deeper, but it transformed into a yearning sigh halfway. And all she had done for the last half hour had been cooking!

I had always had a huge crush on my wife’s body, even during all those years of idleness. When I had watched porn, I had fantasized that it was me doing all that stuff with her, the physics of all other women was judged by her bar, and very few indeed matched that. And now that she freely offered her nether regions for exploration, indeed even welcomed it, my lust took hold of me yet again. It didn’t matter that I had already enjoyed two very recent orgasms. It didn’t matter that it was all just because of a line I had written in a book. It mattered that I controlled her, that I could take her at my whim, that my cock was inches away from diving into her gorge again.

I put my other hand on her shoulder and pushed. There was no resistance; her torso complied and bent forward towards the kitchen counter. A bowl of dough fell over, a few tomatoes bumped away, one of them was squashed under her breasts as they hit the counter surface, two plates plunged from the counter altogether and broke when they hit the kitchen floor in a loud clash. Neither of us cared. We cared that the command of my hand spread her legs further apart as I stepped up to her. We cared that I aimed my cock for her next penetration. We cared that I took possession of her again in a long and deep thrust.

I fucked her fast again, still drunk on the celebration of the newly gained access to her body. She bounced her ass back to me, following my lead in the rhythm of my thrusts. After the recent orgasms I held out slightly longer than the previous time, and I fucked her for three full minutes.

Then I came. She didn’t. I didn’t allow her. She howled and screamed in frustration and agony as my drive subsided, thrusting her ass back frantically on the fading vigor of my receding cock, as if to wring the last bit of spirit from it. She tried to formulate words, but only repetitive and urgent please’s could be distinguished. But I withdrew from her without mercy, and said:

“Hurry now, my dear. I’m really getting hungry”.

Then I turned and walked back to the living room, ignoring her lamentations as they died down into silent sobs of neglected desire.