~All character are over 18~
Clara felt excited. Her man Fred was on his way home from a long business trip. She couldn't wait to see him and make him happy, in all senses of the word. She wore only a frilly white and red apron that barely covered her bosom and left her bodacious butt fully exposed while she cooked his favorite truffle pasta. She hadn't seen Fred and his beautiful big cock in four weeks and she was getting horny.
As the pasta cooked, she mindlessly touched herself, wetness spreading all over her legs. Getting a whiff of her own scent, she had a crazy idea. Fred loved her juices and she had read about pussy's addictive qualities. She hesitated. But then how what if Fred had met someone else while he was away, she feared. She touched herself again, gathering a little puddle of juices in her hands. She dropped the puddle of juices into the truffle pasta, smiling. It smelled even better than before, she thought.
The pasta finished cooking. She set the silk tablecloths with beautiful plates of pasta and salad. She added water to the fresh lilies in a curvaceous glass vase. She heard the keys turn in the doorknob and headed toward the entrance. She adjusted her apron, ensuring her breasts were more visible.
"Hi honey," said Clara, smiling widely and jumping a little up and down.
"Hi sweetie," Fred responded. He ogled her sexy body for a few minutes before lifting her up in his arms and smacking her bare ass. As he put her down, a gust of wind outside lifted the bottom of her apron, revealing her bare pussy. He took a deep breath and inhaled her juices. As her apron flew back down, he grabbed it and held it up, giving her pussy a peck and quick lick, before coming back up. Ahhhh, she moaned restlessly. "You'll have to wait if you want more of that," he teased.
"You scoundrel," she responded, "Dinner is on the table, dear." He put his things to the side, handed Clara his coat, and headed to the dinner table. "This looks as delicious as you," he said smiling. Clara sat on the table across from him. The ate silently. But Clara wanted his attention. She played with her apron, slowly and seemingly accidentally, bringing the cloth to the side and revealing more and more of her right breast. She squeezed her right breast and moaned a little. Fred pretended to focus on his food, but repeatedly glanced at her. She open and closed her legs before teasing her clit. When Fred didn't respond, she upped the ante. She straightened her leg and played with Fred's dick with her foot. He looked at Clara with hungry eyes. Distracted, he dropped a few pieces of pasta onto the ground.