I come home to the aroma of Mexican food and my nice plump Mexican wife cooking at the stove. Her long black hair is flowing down over her nice round body, huge breasts and nice round stomach that makes her look pregnant even though she is not. She is totally naked except an apron. When she bends over to pick up things, I can see her pussy. Even though she is just cooking for me and her, she is cooking giant portions, enough to feed an army. She already has an assortment of foods prepared, such as rice, beans, guacamole, sour cream and her favorite: enchiladas. The portions of guacamole, sour cream and beans are huge. She is preparing some Mexican for me, both her and the food.
As I come in, she pauses from the stove and obediently comes to me like a good wife, and looks me in the eyes with excitement as she begins to undress me. Seeing all this preparation in front of me, I already know what is in store, and I am already hard thinking about it. She notices and is pleased. And I can tell she is excited too, because she knows what I am going to do to her.
After she undresses me, like a good little wife, I ask her if she is preparing herself for dinner for me, and she says she is. I give her a kiss, and grab her breasts and rub my dick against her. I am ready to fuck her right then and there, but she needs to be prepared first, so I tell her to prepare while I go use the restroom. I would have fucked her then if the food was still cooking, and there was time, but since she was nearly ready, I told her that I wanted her ready for me when I return. As I leave, she takes the food she has prepared to our special bedroom. She has timed the food just right that it is fully cooked, but is not so hot that it will burn us. She lays the big pots of guacamole, sour cream and beans next to the bed, and some plates of enchiladas on the bed. The enchiladas are for eating, and the pots of stuff is for messy sex.
I come in the room and she is fully naked, nice brown skin and plump, and slightly sweaty from cooking, looking like she has cooked to a delicious golden brown herself. We both get on the bed. Since we are both hungry, we immediately grab at the enchiladas with our hands. There is no silverware or any utensils, only our hands.