"On my way home." Chuck texted.
Lorraine responded with a wink emoji, along with a single word - "Hungry?"
That word sent an anticipatory thrill through Chuck's groin.
"For you? Always."
Chuck headed to his car with a grin on his face, keeping his eyes to the ground in front of him, lest one of his coworkers catch his eye and want to engage in a conversation. He was in no mood to delay.
Lorraine had been off work that day. Not because it was her day off, but because of an accident that had occurred outside her building, causing the electricity to be out. Her boss had texted early not to come in, as it would likely take all day to replace the transformer on the light pole that had been hit.
Lorraine had taken advantage of the unexpected freedom, working in the yard most of the day. She'd also taken a nap, which was an unusual occurrence for her. She'd drifted off, thinking on Chuck and how their evening might go, and that had elicited an incredibly erotic dream. One which she'd decided to act on when she woke up.
Preparations started with a long, hot shower. She shaved thoroughly, and explored herself deeply, everywhere, with soapy fingers. Chuck would be pleased, she anticipated.
She went through her closet, finding a dress that was a favorite of his. Whenever she'd worn it, he commented that he'd love to ravish her. Tonight, that desire would come true. It was purple, made from thin cotton, and was long and form-fitting. At the front, the fabric crossed over, starting at her shoulders, across the middle of her huge, soft breasts, and ending at the top of her stomach. The design divided her breasts and accentuated her shape, and without a bra on (which she would only ever dare in the privacy of their home), it fit around her perfectly, forming tightly. Her hard nipples stuck through the thin fabric like it wasn't even their. Chuck would love that. The thought of his eyes landing there when he got home made her tingle, and her nipples and the tiny bumps on her areola immediately came to firm attention.
Lorraine proceeded to the kitchen, and began prepping dinner at the counter, chopping some onions and mushrooms.
She heard tires on the gravel in the driveway, and a chill went up her spine. Chuck got to the front door so quickly that he must have run from the car, and this made her feel full and loved, that he wanted her so badly.
Chuck came through the door, rounded the corner into the kitchen, and feasted his eyes on the backside of his wife in his favorite dress. Lorraine continued cutting on the board, slightly swaying her hips back and forth, feeling his eyes on her without saying a word.
Chuck dropped everything he was carrying onto the kitchen floor and came up behind her with a powerful but gentle quickness. His soft lips landed on the top of her shoulder where it met her neck, while his arms simultaneously wrapped around her body, his forearms lodging under her heavy breasts. Lorraine exhaled with pleasure, feeling safe and enveloped in the fullness of his arms, his body wrapping around her entirely. She felt his groin pressing into the very top of her ass crack, and pushed herself back against him, arching the small of her back.
Chuck fondled her stomach with his huge hands, and then began to lift her breasts up from underneath. He constantly told her that his dream job was to be her personal bra, following her constantly and holding those beautiful globes up for her. She always giggled. He didn't fail to reiterate that wish this time, whispering it into her neck, causing her goosebumps all over.
As Chuck continued to caress her, she swayed harder, causing her ass to open up and rub against the firm bulge in his pants. She hummed with pleasure as her asshole was finally touched by that firmness, even through the fabric.
Chuck new immediately what she wanted. Her hair smelled like coconut, and he said "How was your shower?"
"Long and hot, like you," she replied.
He began to bend his knees downward, rubbing the tip of his bearded chin against her spine as he descended.
"MMMMMMM," was her response.
His chin got to the top of her crack, and he began to gently move his head back and forth like he was saying "no," burrowing into her crack with his face as he went lower. Lorraine instinctively moved her feet farther apart, spreading herself open, and pushed back at him.
