Stan skilfully manoeuvred his car through a maze of traffic and onto the off-ramp of the motorway. As he slid into local traffic, he adjusted the radio for some easy listening as his mind wandered.
"Almost home; and boy I'm tired and hungry, what a day" He said to himself, after a long twelve-hour shift. "I sure hope Helen has something ready for supper"
As he thought about Helen, he thought how lucky he had been to meet someone so gorgeous and smart at the same time. After three years of marriage, just the mere sight of her naked body nearly drove him insane with lust. Finally, as he turned onto Hyde Street, he drove the last three blocks to his split-level house. After parking in the garage, he opened the connecting door to the mud room, which was just off the kitchen, and immediately his nostrils were filled with the aroma of roast chicken and rice.
"Oh yeah, one of my favourites" He mumbled to himself as he popped into the kitchen expecting to see Helen working over the stove.
What he did see, however, while it was his wife working over the stove, was her stirring the gravy while just wearing a pair of high heels and a frilly lace apron. When she heard the door opening behind her, she spun around to face him.
"Supper is almost ready, honey, would you care for an appetizer?" She asked him seductively.
If there was a world record for getting the fastest hard-on, Andy would have owned it, because in the space of about five seconds he was hard as a rock.
"Do you like my outfit, honey?" She asked him sweetly while walking towards him and giving him a big tight hug.
"I picked this out just for you; I hope it meets your approval?" Helen asked, with a huge sexy smile on her face.
"Holy fuck" Andy stammered as Helen squished her big boobs against his chest.
"Fuck, I just can't get enough of you, you're going to drive me nuts, and I hope you know that?" Andy continued as Helen leaned up and kissed him open-mouthed.
"That's the general idea darling, I'm going to fuck you to death for the insurance. How does that sound?" She asked him softly.
"What a way to go" He sighed while feeling up her slightly plump but firm ass. "There's not a jury in the world that would convict you." They both laughed at their little joke.
But it quickly grew serious when Andy spun her around and leaned her over the kitchen counter with one hand while his other hand pulled out his hard pecker. With one hard thrust he buried it deep into Helen's dripping pussy. Helen arched her back and groaned as the thick piece of cock meat drove in and out of her helpless pussy with a piston-like ferocity. It didn't take long until he stiffened and roared out loud as his cock began to spasm and send a torrent of spunk spewing deep inside if her burning pussy. He then collapsed against her as all of his strength left his legs while he reached under her apron to caress her hanging boobs as he regained his breath.
"Ok, off with you, go and change for dinner while I get the food on the table," Helen said mischievously.
As he stood up on unsteady legs, he asked her softly.
"You're not going to wear that to dinner, are you, if you are I don't think I'll be able to concentrate on my supper" He said to her.
Helen laughed that lilting laugh that always drove him crazy, and before he headed upstairs, he gave one final look at her perfect ass as she bent over to take the chicken out of the oven. He shook his head in disbelief and ran upstairs to change. A few minutes later, Andy sat down at the dining table waiting patiently for Helen to bring out dinner.
"DO YOU NEED ANY HELP OUT THERE?" Andy called out.
"NOPE, I'VE GOT EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL, READY OR NOT HERE I COME" Helen shouted.
As the door to the kitchen burst open, Andy's chin hit the table, because Helen was serving dinner in the skimpiest French maid's outfit he had ever seen.
"You told me not to wear the apron, so I just threw this little number on, do you like it, I think it captures the real me, don't you?" Helen asked sweetly.
She then did a quick pirouette so he could see her at every angle. That only made matters worse, because under her short skirt it became evident that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Oh my," She softly said.
"I seem to have forgotten my panties honey does that make me a bad girl?" She asked.
"I feel so slutty without them" She teased her shocked husband.
"No, that doesn't make you a bad girl, but you know that when you dress like that I can't help myself," Andy replied. With sweat popping up all over Andy's forehead his voice shook.
"I don't quite get it, why does how I dress have anything to do with you, after all, I'm the one without any panties on" Helen looked at him blankly and asked.
"Fucking hell Helen, you know damn well what you're doing to me, I just looked at the front of my pants, and was already hard as a rock again" He moaned at her.
"Mmmmmm" She hummed while thinking over what he had just said to her.
"I can see you have a nice boner in there, but really Andy, what does that have to do with my lack of panties, here let me just lift my skirt so you can get a better look at what a woman looks like without her panties on" She teased, as she calmly raised the hem of her skirt above her waist, exposing her very plump pussy to his glazed eyes.
