Just Heels and an Apron

"Fuck!" I'm cursing the pasta maker my husband bought for me for Christmas. It's the first time I've even taken it out of the box and it's been five months. I can't seem to get the noodles thin enough. Boxed pasta would've been so much easier but I wanted to do something special for our anniversary.

My feet are killing me and I feel ridiculous wearing heels in the kitchen and just an apron. Is it unsanitary to cook while naked? Maybe a little dangerous. Gotta watch the heat I guess.

The kitchen is a mess. Looks like a bag of flour blew up. This is so not worth it, I keep repeating to myself. Hubby's due home soon and I have nothing to show for the past two hours. What a failure, especially since I made such a big deal about making him a "special dinner."

I hear the front door open and the clack of his shoes across the floor. My stomach flips, Oh my god, I'm such an idiot. Surely he'll laugh at my nakedness and the disaster that I've made the kitchen. He'll think I've lost my mind. I'm usually a very modest person and prefer sex with minimal light. I'm not ashamed of my body, I just feel more comfortable clothed, especially in my bulky sweatshirts and yoga pants.

"Hi, hon--" he stops abruptly and stares at me. "Wh-what are you doing?" he stammers.

"Making pasta," I say nonchalantly with a grin.

"You look fucking hot," he says walking toward me. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me toward him. As he does I get a whiff of his cologne and feel the muscles between my legs contract. Still after five years of marriage he can get me wet with the simplest touch. We're standing pressed against each other and he's gazing into my eyes. Suddenly he grabs my ass, his palm covering my left cheek. "I want you so badly," he says before pressing his mouth to mine. His tongue gently slides into my mouth and I feel like I could collapse in his arms.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" He asks breathily.

"No," I say firmly, my eyes never leaving his. When I look at him like this I feel like I can see into his soul. Without saying a thing he picks me up and plops me down on the flour covered countertop and gently spreads my legs. "I see you've been busy today," he says noticing my freshly waxed pussy, "can I get a little taste?"

"Mmm hmm," I moan as he bends down and puts his lips to mine. His mouth is warm and his tongue magical, swirling around my clit three times before plunging it into me.

"You're so wet," he says, his voice muffled by my muff.

"You do this to me, baby," I whisper, wanting more.

He's licking from opening to clit and I'm on the verge of climaxing.

"Don't cum yet," he pants, "You taste too good. I don't want to stop."

He gently presses his finger on my clit then slides it down, parting my lips as he goes. I know what's next and I won't be able to stop my body from succumbing. He pushes his finger into me and rubs my shallow g-spot, his tongue swirling around my clit.

"Oh god," I cry out. "You're making me cum."

He inserts another finger into me just as my body convulses and contracts around his hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I hear myself panting, barely audibly.

"Oh you want to fuck now?" He asks while standing. "My dick is so hard, I want to feel you cum on it."

I bite my lip, trying to hide my eagerness.

"Come here," he says, pulling me to the very edge of the countertop. I reach out and grab his crotch. His dick is bulging and rock hard. I squeeze it and it twitches in my hand.

"Can I suck it first?" I beg, sounding desperate.

"You're too good to me," he says, grabbing my waist and gently placing my feet on the floor.

I kneel down, my bare ass rests on my heels, then look up and smile as he unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing cock.

"Slap me with it," I command. He does what he's told and I feel a slight sting from his warm shaft. Pressing my lips to his tip, I feel a warm dribble. "Don't cum yet," I demand. What has gotten into me? I wonder. Suddenly I'm feeling empowered, like I have complete control over this situation. Maybe I like being a slut, wearing nothing but an apron and heels.

I slide my mouth around his dick until I feel it touch the back of my throat. "Oh, god, babe," don't do that or I'll cum so fast," he groans. But I can't help it. His dick is warm and hard and tastes so utterly delicious, now I don't know if I want him to fuck me or if I just want to suck him off so I can taste his load.

"Babe, seriously," he struggles to speak, but I can't bring myself to stop. The deeper I go the louder his moans get and I can feel my pussy continue to make fluids. Am I being selfish? I wonder. "Babe, stop!" He grabs my head and pushes it away.

"You don't like that?" I whimper.

"God, you have no idea how good that feels. But I want to cum inside you." He grabs my hand and pulls me up. Suddenly he spins me around and pushes me down so my arms are resting on the countertop. He pulls the clip from my hair and my locks cascade down my back. "You have no idea how sexy this is," he says lightly pulling me hair.

I feel his dick resting on my ass as a loud slap rings out. I know for sure that'll leave a handprint on my ass. He pulls my ass up and I feel his dick between my legs.

"Are you ready to be fucked?" He asks.

"Please, do it now," I beg, no longer in control. He plunges himself deep inside me and fills me up. "Oh, god, how can this feel so good?" I barely manage to squeak out.

"Touch yourself," he says as he slowly slides his dick in and out. "I want you to cum with me."

I do as I'm told and reach my hand between my legs. I can feel his balls slapping me as I rub my clit ferociously. "Oh my god, I'm not going to last long," I cry out.

"Neither am I," he says as his thrusts become faster, deeper.

His cock fills me perfectly and I can feel something streaming down my leg. "Ah!" I cry out, "I'm cumming!"

"So am I," he grunts, and I can feel his warmth pumping inside me. I'm still cumming, my pussy tightening around him. The feeling is too good and it's not stopping. "Keep fucking me," I struggle to say through clenched teeth. He pounds his dick into me like a jackhammer and I can't hold on any longer. My body is trembling with intense pleasure and I feel like my legs are going to give out. "Ahhhh!" I cry as I let go. My body is contracting harder than it ever has and I feel warmth running down my legs all the way into my pretty little heels.