Stepping up to the front porch I stomped the snow off my boots glancing back at the ice covered roads lucky I made it home from work without an accident. Walking into the house my hands instantly began to thaw I notice the smell of something baking.
Yelling out, "honey where you at?"
I'm greeted with a cheerful, "In the kitchen making cookies, warm up then come get a taste."
It wasn't like my wife to cook often, but fresh cookies on a cold night sure seemed like heaven. I figured the snowy weather this close to Christmas had gotten her in the holiday spirit.
Pulling my gloves and jacket off I rubbed my hands together over the fireplace. It didn't take long to warm up, it would have actually been hot if I hadn't just came from the freezing weather outside. Preparing to voice my complaint about the waste of electricity I stepped into the kitchen. My jaw dropped as soon as I entered, and the warm house suddenly felt hot. She stood taking cookies off a pan and putting them on a cooling rack setting on the cabinet. I just stared as I looked up her at the black high heels up to the black miniskirt that barely covered her beautiful shaped ass and the thin white blouse that showed off her obviously uncovered tits pushing her erect nipples against the thin fabric.
Her brunette hair hung down her back and swayed as she looked over at me smiling, "are you going to come give me a kiss, and try a cookie, or just stand there with that goofy look on your face?"
Smiling I walked over behind her wrapping my arms around her midsection she turned her head towards me, and I pushed my lips into hers already feeling a different hunger. I teased my tongue slightly in her mouth tasting sugar from taste testing her cookies I reluctantly broke the kiss.
She smiled as she picked up a cookie and pushed it in my mouth, "what do you think?" she asked.
"Very good," I replied, "I especially like your chef outfit."