"Oh honey, I'm home," Mason said loudly as he entered the house, doing his best to really ham it up. He stepped inside and set his briefcase down on one of the chairs in the living room. He had brought several documents home with him, but he had no intention of doing any work that evening.
His wife, Jane, stepped out of the kitchen and just... wow. He looked her up and down. She had really outdone herself. She was wearing nothing but an apron and pumps. The flowery apron left a tongue-wagging amount of skin exposed including the sides of her small breasts. Her dark hair was down around her bare, slender shoulders. The apron was also short and showed a decadent amount of her long, toned legs. He had a feeling those legs were going to be wrapped around him in a few minutes.
"Dinner is almost ready," she said in her most seductive voice. "Why don't you put down your coat and come join me in the kitchen."
Holy shit this had been such a good idea, he thought. Their sex life was on fire lately and it had gotten to the point they had decided that waiting a week for another date night was too long. So Jane had asked her mom if she could watch Tyler on Wednesday nights so they could have some time alone.
Jane had also offered to plan the midweek date nights since he would be at work most of the day. He didn't know what else she had planned tonight but so far she was crushing it. He tossed his coat onto the sofa and followed Jane into the kitchen. She had obviously been working hard as there was still flour and a rolling pin out on the island where she had been working.
"You look incredible," he said as he got his first glimpse of her from behind. The apron tied in the back but left her small, perky ass completely exposed.
"I'm glad you think so," Jane said, "I just felt like my husband has been working so hard lately and deserved to be taken care of tonight." Mason knew that some wives might just mean dinner but not his wife. Not Jane.
He was mesmerized as Jane leaned down to look into the oven to check on the food, giving him an incredible view of her pussy. Mason couldn't help but walk over to her to put his hands on her as she stood back up.
As he wrapped his hands around her slim waist he pulled her against him and kissed her on the nape of the neck.
Jane giggled. "Mmmm, you can't start with dessert, mister," she teased him.
"You expect me to see you looking like this and wait?" he said, "Not a chance." His hands worked their way under the apron to her breasts as he kept kissing along her neck.
"The food won't be long," she pretended to protest.
"Then we better not waste any time," he said as he swept her off of her feet.
"Mason!" she giggled. He carried her to the kitchen island and set her down on the flour still spread out on the hard surface. Mason dropped his pants a few moments later as Jane slid up to the edge of the counter to help him position his cock to penetrate her.
He pressed his cock between her lips and slid easily into her velvety smooth opening. "Ohhh," he groaned with pleasure as he buried himself deep into Jane. She leaned in and kissed him for a few moments before lying back on the counter. Mason started thrusting in and out of her as they set a rhythm.
"Mmmm, is this what my hard-working husband needed after a long day at work?" she asked him. Her hands were spread out, trying to grip the surface of the counter to keep herself from moving away from him each time his hips pushed against her. The flour was getting all over her hair and her hands as she fought to stay where she was.
"Yeah," Mason said as he drove his cock deep into her with another long thrust. His hands gripped her tightly by the hips.
"I thought you might want dinner but all you wanted was pussy," she teased him as he fucked her on the kitchen counter.
"Shit Jane, when I come home to you dressed like this," he said, looking down at her fit body.
"You must really like it," she said, her hands coming up and squeezing her breasts through the apron. Hand prints from the flour were left on the apron over her breasts. Mason wanted to see her breasts though. He reached down and pulled the apron toward the middle of her chest, exposing her small breasts on each side.
"I like these," he told her as his hands groped her chest, finding her small, sensitive nipples. Mason had kept a consistent pace but sped up now, drawing a gasp from his wife.
"They're yours, baby. My body is all yours," she told him as he fucked her with rapid thrusts.
"I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to last," he admitted to her. Jane hadn't had an orgasm but he was rapidly approaching the edge of where he could hold back. His wife didn't seem to care about that though.
"Oh, Mason, I want you to cum. Don't fight it. Use my tight, little pussy. Use it. It's yours. OH," Jane egged him on until he started slamming into her even harder. He was going to cum, there wasn't any way to stop now but he had a few more seconds before it actually happened and he gave it his best, driving into her hard and fast.
"Yeah baby, cum for me," she told him and she got what she wanted. Maybe it was the stress of work, or maybe it was how absolutely sexy she looked tonight, but whatever it was, he felt himself erupt into her.
"Oh, Jane shit," he groaned as he felt his cock fire rope after rope into her, seeming to go on for much longer than he normally came.
Jane leaned up onto her arms and looked down at the mess they had made. Flour was in her hair and smeared across the side of her face. She had one of his handprints on her left breast and another on one of her thighs. Her back and ass were no doubt covered in flour as well. And he had just filled her up with a large load that would be a mess when he pulled out.
They stayed where they were though, enjoying the moment while still connected. "I think I'm going to be a big fan of Wednesdays from now on," he joked.
Jane laughed. "You better. I don't know any other wives taking care of their husbands like this," she said with a smirk.
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Colton looked around the living room of Ainsley's parent's house. The house was huge, to start. The living room was twice the size of the one at his grandparent's house, or at least it seemed that way. The room had vaulted ceilings and the second-floor landing overlooked the living space which was decorated with great taste.
He couldn't help but feel a little out of place as he waited for Ainsley to be ready to leave. He was picking her up to see a movie, but her parents were still at work and he was thinking that they could be a little late. I mean, that's what the previews before the movie are for. It was still surreal how well things were going with them. She was gorgeous, funny, and smart. Plus, she was in college to be a nurse, which would be a great career. From what she had told him, she came from a great family with supportive parents and siblings who had their lives together. If their house told him anything, it's that her parents were doing quite well financially as well.
She kind of had everything going for her. So much so that Colton wondered what she saw in him. His confidence had improved dramatically over the last few months after everything with Jane but he still had his moments.
Jane, he thought. He hadn't seen her up close since he had taken the photos of her Saturday night. She had teased him that night about how he was going home with blue balls when her husband had stepped out of the room. He remembered the way she smirked at him as he left that night. No doubt she was going to get her own needs met by her husband but he was left to take care of himself whenever he got home. At least he had the pictures of her and they had turned out incredible. He had continued to watch her house for any glimpse of the stunning housewife but spending time with Ainsley had cut into that time significantly since they had hung out several times over the last week.
"Okay, I'm ready," Ainsley said from the second floor, breaking his train of thought. He looked up and watched her as she came down the stairs. She looked very cute in a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a frilly blouse. Her long blonde hair was braided neatly in the back, her makeup done but with a natural look that accentuated her youthful glow.
"Wow," he said as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "You look great."
"Aw, thanks," she said. He stepped toward her and leaned in, kissing her. A couple of seconds passed as it lingered, and then she pulled back.
"Let's go to the movies," she said cheerfully, "I don't want to be late. I hate missing the previews."
He took her hand as she tried to turn towards the door. "I thought maybe we could be a couple of minutes late," he suggested. After coming so close with Jane over the weekend he found himself horny to the point that he was feeling desperate. It didn't help that Ainsley wanted to take things slow. He also knew that he had unrealistic expectations based on Jane. Ainsley was his age and he guessed not very sexually experienced. She told him how she had had a couple of boyfriends before but neither was very serious and they only dated for a couple of months. She hadn't outright said it, but he guessed that she was probably a virgin.
"Colton," she said, giving his hand a squeeze. He wondered if he pushed if she would relent to doing more. No, no. He managed to overrule his cock, though it took quite a mental effort. He needed a release and it seemed like neither of the women in his life were willing to help him with it. Jane had been more than pleased with herself the other night and Ainsley just wasn't ready.
"Okay, let's go," he said, following her out of the door.
A few minutes later they were riding in his car as Ainsley sang along with every song on the radio. Her outgoing personality wasn't something that he possessed and the idea of singing his heart out in front of a girl he just started dating made him more anxious than he would believe.
When the song ended she turned it down and looked at him. "Do you want to come to dinner this weekend?" she asked him. "Like to meet my parents."
Colton hesitated for just a moment and she continued. "I know its fast, but they keep asking about you and I think they want to meet you before we go back to school in the fall," she explained.
"Yeah, yeah. That would be great. I just... haven't met a girl's parents before," he told her.
"You've never met a girl's parents before?" she asked.
"Like that, I'm dating," he clarified.
"Hmmm, I would say that we've been on dates, but I don't recall you asking me to be your girlfriend," she said with a playful smile. She was teasing him but she also seemed to be hinting to him. Why not? She was great and he could see this lasting a lot longer than the summer. And this had the possibility of actually going somewhere unlike everything with Jane.
"Ainsley," he said as he looked over for a moment and took a deep breath, taking his eyes off the road, "Would you... like to be my girlfriend?"
"I thought you were never going to ask," she said, absolutely beaming at him as she took his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
"I hadn't really thought about it," he admitted. "I've kind of just been enjoying seeing you without thinking about too much else."
"Aw," she said, giving his hand a squeeze, "I've enjoyed it too." They fell into a comfortable silence as they listened to the radio the rest of the way to the theater. The date went perfectly as the romantic comedy they went to see turned out to be pretty decent. Ainsley put up the armrest between them and let him put an arm around her shoulder as she leaned against him. The feeling of having her against him, of smelling her that close was intoxicating.
By the time they left, it was dark out and the theater parking lot was halfway deserted. It was a small movie theater out in the suburbs after all. They walked hand in hand back to his car where he opened her door for her.
Colton sat down in the driver's seat and looked over at his date and felt content. He was definitely developing feelings for Ainsley, more than just the initial attraction. The more time he spent with her the more he wanted to see her. He knew his look was lingering too long.
