A Very Special Dinner

I’d just gotten home from work and was tired, sweaty and stressed out. All I wanted to do was have a shower, eat dinner and then veg out in front of the TV for the evening. When I opened the front door, the delicious smell of roasting beef wafted to my nose and my stomach growled in response. I smiled with happy anticipation. Roast dinners were not usually a mid-week occurrence.

“Hello, gorgeous,” I called.

“Hi, honey,” called Ruth from the kitchen. “Stay where you are – I’ll be there in a sec.”

Intrigued, I hung up my jacket and backpack on the end of the stairs and waited. A minute later she came into the hall wearing a short red apron that I hadn’t seen before. In fact, I quickly realized, she was wearing nothing but the apron (unless you counted the high-heeled sandals she kept only for the bedroom). Her hips swayed provocatively as she walked towards me, and I just stared at her. I drank in her beauty with my eyes – her long dark hair, her large, expressive brown eyes, her rosy lips, her small pert breasts and generous hips and soft, creamy pale skin. She doesn’t like her pear-shaped figure, but I love it. Pears are sweet and juicy after all, and I like to savour her the way I would any delicious fruit.

“Well, hel-lo,” I said when I had regained the power of speech.

“It was too hot in the kitchen,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“Mmmm. It’s getting kind of warm out here too.”

She looped her arms around my neck and kissed me hungrily. I held her close, feeling the heavenly warmth of her bare skin beneath my hands. The structural integrity of my trousers at the crotch was being severely tested by this point. I longed to unzip them and take her right there in the hall, but I did need a shower.

“Let me go and get cleaned up,” I murmured into her ear. “Not that you aren’t incredibly sexy.”

She kissed my neck a few times, making me moan. “Oh, all right then,” she said. “But be quick.”

I took what must have been the fastest shower in human history, and ran down the stairs two at a time. I hadn’t bothered putting any clean clothes on. When I got there, she had served up dinner and was sitting at the table. She had removed the apron now, but a glance under the table showed that she still had on her heels.

“Bon appetit,” she said, looking me up and down with that same delightfully wicked smile.

I sat opposite her, and we began to eat. But although the food was delicious I had quite a different kind of appetite by now. After a couple of minutes she ‘accidentally’ dropped some gravy down her front so that it landed on her breast.

“Oops,” she said.

“Oh, you messy girl,” I said, my voice husky with desire for her. “Let me help you with that.”

I got up and knelt beside her chair. I swept the flat of my tongue across her breast, wiping up the spill, but I couldn’t make myself stop there. She has such deliciously firm, perky breasts with the cutest little pink nipples, and they are sensitive. There have been times when I’ve made her come just by playing with her nipples, but that’s a story for another time. I slurped her entire areola into my mouth, sucking gently but firmly, flicking my tongue across the tip of her nipple and pinching and rolling the other one with my thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly and leaned her head back, pushing her chest out, her legs widening of their own accord.

“Oh, Tony,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “Oh, that’s amazing.”

“Mmmhmm,” I agreed. I couldn’t say more than that because my mouth was full. Her nipples had stiffened into luscious little peaks, becoming increasingly textured as her arousal built. I could have spent all night right there, pleasuring her beautiful tits and listening to her happy sighs and moans.

But after a while, giggling, she pulled my head away and said, “Hey, come on. I spent all afternoon preparing this dinner. You could at least finish it.”

“Spoilsport,” I said, kissing her. “Well, since you went through the effort for me I’ll leave your body alone. For now.”

I went and sat back down, and was amazed that my erection wasn’t lifting the table off the floor. I was aroused, and I could barely see straight, let alone concentrate on the delicious meal my wife had prepared. When we had both nearly finished eating, I couldn’t stand it any longer. With great deliberation I dropped my fork on the floor, looked her in the eyes and said, “Oh, dear. Clumsy me.”

But instead of just leaning down to get it I knelt on the floor again and crawled under the table, completely ignoring the fork. I ran my hands up Ruth’s legs from ankle to the top of the thigh, then began to trail kisses along the same path. When my head got close to her pussy, her legs widened again, and I saw that she was clean shaven and very, very wet.

“Time for dessert,” I said.

She smelled and tasted like the sweetest nectar as I lapped at her soaking wet slit. I swirled my tongue over those wonderfully silky folds of skin and caressing her clit with my lips. I’d done this many times by now, but still I marvelled at how tasty she was and what an incredible response it always got from her.

“Tony,” she was saying, her voice pleading. “Oh, I love your mouth on my pussy. Finger me, baby, please. I’m going to come hard, and I want you to feel it.”

Well, who was I to say no to a request like that? I slipped two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out, slowly at first but getting harder and faster as she neared orgasm, still tonguing her clit. Her moans had become less breathy and more guttural. Her pussy tightened and convulsed around my fingers, and she let out a deep, throaty cry, grabbing my hair with both hands and pulling my face further into her pussy. She was trying to speak, but her pleasure had rendered her incoherent. I left my fingers in her but slowed down their movement until finally they were still. I ceased my furious licking, instead planting soft little kisses on her pussy-lips.

“Is that better, beautiful girl?” I said when she had calmed down.

“Yes,” she said. “Much better. I’ve been thinking about you all day and getting really horny. So I thought I’d cook your favourite dinner and spoil you a little. But I feel like I’m the one who’s been spoiled.”

“Believe me, pleasuring you is a treat for me too,” I assured her. I got out from under the table and licked my lips lasciviously to clean her juices off my face. “Mmmm, you taste so good. Now you sit there and enjoy the afterglow while I clear this table. I’ve got plans for it – and you.”

Her eyes lit up delightfully, and I could feel her eyes on me as I picked up the plates and took them out to the kitchen. When I came back she was still sitting there, only now she was idly playing with herself with one hand.

“Look at you,” I said. “Just had an orgasm and you’re still horny.” I took her other hand and pulled her up from the chair, then guided her to the end of the table. “Lie back, my sexy wife, and open your legs nice and wide and keep rubbing that horny little clit of yours. I’m going to bury my cock in you nice and deep and I want to be sure that you come all over me again.”

Although she hadn’t promised to obey me in our marriage vows, she was very obedient at this moment. I placed a couple of chairs so that she had something to rest her feet on, and then positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I didn’t have to push very hard at all before I was in her up to the hilt. Grasping her hips, I began to thrust, although slowly because I wanted to make sure that I lasted enough time to appreciate her beauty.

I had always thought she was at her most beautiful when she was in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Her eyes heavy-lidded, her face flushed, her mouth slightly open as she panted and gasped and gave voice to her pleasure. I gazed down at her spread out on the table as the most sumptuous of feasts, her hips rising to meet each thrust and thought for the millionth time what a lucky man I was. I could hardly believe that this perfect creature was all mine and that she seemed to want me just as much as I wanted her.

“Oh, Ruth,” I said. “I love you so much. I love kissing you and holding you and using my hands and mouth to make you come, and I adore pounding you. Your pussy feels so good around my cock – so warm and tight and wet. That’s right, rub your clit for me. I love watching you play with yourself.”

“Tony,” she breathed, her hand beginning to speed up. “Harder…I’m going to come again…”

“Yes, baby,” I said, matching my rhythm to hers. “Come all over my cock, nice and hard.”

I could feel my own orgasm building now. The tension in my balls and the tingling at the end of my shaft was becoming almost unbearable and I knew that if she didn’t come soon I was going to beat her to it. Then I felt the telltale contractions around my cock, almost as if her pussy was giving me a massage, and heard her shout my name as she tipped over the edge. I pushed myself into her as far as I could and felt my own release come upon me, adding to her wetness with spurt after spurt of my own fluids.

When I came to my senses she was looking dreamily up at me, a little smile on the corners of her mouth. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly and said, “Thank you for the lovely dinner. And for the spectacular dessert.”

“You’re welcome,” she said. “You’ve been working so hard lately, and we’ve not seen much of each other – I thought it would be nice to remind you how much I love and desire you.”

“Well, I’m a very lucky man,” I said. “I know I’ve been neglecting you lately, and it won’t happen again. Thank you for a wonderful evening, sweetheart.”

We spent the rest of the evening naked and didn’t get to sleep until the early hours of the morning. I was very tired and sore when I went to work the next day, but I didn’t care. In fact, I had the most productive day I’d had in a long time, and my boss was very pleased with me. If that’s not an argument for getting the work life/home life balance right, I don’t know what is.