In the Kitchen

IN THE KITCHEN – WRITING CHALLENGE
It’s early in the morning; the light is shining thru the kitchen windows surrounding you. You’re not wearing much, an Wife Happy in Kitchenold shirt of mine. I quietly walk up behind you, and kiss your neck. You giggle as I tickle you around the waist. I pull you close to me and you playfully try and push me away, trying to finish what’s on the counter. I persist, kissing you tenderly and your body relaxes as you give up.
I caress your back and go lower with each stroke. My hands slip under the shirt, as my kisses grow hotter. You turn and my hands are around you. My hand grazes your bottom and we kiss again. I hear your moans of approval as I press you against the counter. My hands slip under the shirt exposing you. I work my way up and kiss each of your breasts, standing out, so proud…so firm. Licking and sucking across your nipples. Making circles, going from one to the other.

Lisa – “It felt like electricity shooting from my nipples, down my body, through my legs and down to my feet.”

Taking my time, I feel your body get hotter. We look at each other and our eyes are smoldering. I lift you to the kitchen counter, crouching lower to put your legs on my shoulders. I see that you’re glistening wet and ready. I lean forward and lap at it with my tongue, each stroke is stronger then the last. You moan louder as I lick and suck, each touch stokes your smoldering fire. My hands grab your ass as I push my face deeper. Your body twitches! I speed up the pace and move one of my hands to where I’m licking. Your lips spread as I slide a finger inside of you. Then two! You moan again and almost scream, “TAKE ME NOW!”

Lisa –“I like oral done to my breasts and nipples, I love having the flesh of my breast gently sucked into his mouth. I love having my nipples sucked and at the same time have the tongue swirling around my hardened nipple. And yes, I like to have them lightly bitten. I do prefer however to have them bitten toward the end when I am on the verge of cumming. And yes, I can and do very much enjoy cumming from oral stimulation to my breasts. I will say that for me to cum just from my breasts, everything has to be just right. A candle lit room, a scent of lavender and a lot of kissing and foreplay. Ecstasy is a state of mind. Soft caresses by fingertips all over my breasts. Soft kisses where I feel the warm breath on my nipples. A long steady buildup and then that last nibble on my nipples and my body will start to shudder.”

I stand up and you reach out to open and push down my shorts. My erection pops out and you hold and stroke me for a few seconds. You inch yourself to the edge of the counter. You reach down with one hand and spread your soft, bloated lips and guide me into you, I raise my arms around your back. I see that there are goose bumps all around your plumped aureoles. I suck on your hard like pointed little peaks again and you shudder. “Ohhhhhhh! Yes Baby!” You are so wet and I’m so hard, although you are tight, I slide in all the way.

Lisa says- “Oh, I am going crazy. I am already so wet. I can feel it trickling down to my ass. And then finally, I feel the head of his cock, already wet w/ pre cum, rubbing on my pussy. I am pushing my hips toward him I want him so bad. Then he leans forward and pushes it in all the way with one long slow thrust. I moan out so loud the neighbors probably heard. He then starts moving in and out, fucking me with long, slow, deep thrusts. “Ohhhhh Yesss, Ohhhh Yesss,” is all I can get out of my mouth. We fuck really good and hard for several minutes. After all we have done, I know he isn’t going too last much longer. His grunts are getting as loud as my moans of pleasure. My breasts are bouncing uncontrollably with the strength of his thrusts. I want to rub my clit so badly. His thrusts are getting faster and harder when he lets out a loud grunt. He pulls out and then I feel his hot creamy cum landing first on my chest and then on my belly. I feel several spurts before it stops. He is breathing like he is about to pass out so I know this has been good for him too.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh yesss!” we both say.

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No Panties in the Kitchen

I grew up in a loving home where I was home schooled. My parents loved me. Their marriage was great and I always Screen Shot 2014-09-13 at 11.50.12 PMfelt blessed to be their child.

I married Brett who is five years older than me and was not home schooled. He went to the public schools. I met him at church. I loved how he would sing and participate in the worship services. I loved the joy he brought to life.

Before we were married last year, I read MH. I learned how to be a married woman on MH. Thanks. I was scared about the wedding night and I searched keywords that would show what marriage sex looked like without the pornography. I found MH and I was inspired.

Last week, I got inspired to do the Marriage Writing Challenge. I am picking the category “In the Kitchen”.

I always loved the kitchen. I was taught how to make bread and “can” home grown veggies.  I looked forward to getting married to a Christian man. I found my guy.

Brett and I married. We both have good jobs and we look forward to starting a family in a few years.

I have fantasies about sex in the kitchen. The fantasies go back to my teenage years. I loved to make bread. I found my self feeling tingly in my pussy as I thought about making bread for my husband some day.  My parents encouraged me to masturbate if I wanted to. Some times I would touch my pussy and bring myself to climate right there in the kitchen. I would often cook or bake in the kitchen with no panties on.

I remember one time. Brett visited our house. He walked into the kitchen and I was making bread. He was looking at my hands making bread. I got so wet and horny. I was imagining taking his dick in my hands while he was right next to me. I am glad he did not advance on me. If he would have lifted my dress right there, he would have found no panties on, and a young woman ready to give up her virginity before marriage. Thank God for His grace!

We have busy lives but on the weekends I get to enjoy the kitchen. I typically try to leave my panties off except for that “time of the month”. We really enjoy marital relations. Brett is as horny as I am. Well maybe not.

Last month, I was making bread for the “get together” at my parents house later in the day. I suddenly got so horny. Was it the passionate love making from the night before? Was it my high libido? Was it good memories of my teenage fantasy years? My pussy was aching for action. Are there other woman like me???

I first just rubbed my pussy against the counter. My oven was getting heated. But I went back to making bread. While mixing the ingredients, my fingers wandered down to my pussy over my skirt. I thought about waking Brett up. But I was letting him sleep in. I held my fingers in place place while I rubbed my pussy over them. I got on my hands and knees. I took one hand and found my pussy under my skirt. I inserted two finger and I just started to grind against them. I was in no hurry as I closed my eyes.

I was not aware of the fact that Brett was watching me. I was so lost in marital lust I missed the fact that he walked in the kitchen. He walked up to me and I saw him approach. I was first embarrassed that he caught me masturbating. But I knew he loved that so I just kept doing it, speeding up my fingers. He lifted my skirt and gave me a little spank. I loved it.

“You naughty girl,” he said.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I want your to finish what you started.” he said.

I kept finger fucking myself as he called out, “Yes, baby.”

Then he did something I did not expect. He lifted my skirt and gently put his finger in my asshole. Wow. I was close to cumming, and that new sensation put me way over the top. I started cumming so hard pressing my asshole against his hands.

After the peek, he pulled his finger out and washed his hands at the sink. He helped me up and bent me over the counter right where I was making bread. My chin and upper body were getting white from flour. He lifted my skirt and inserted his dick and started pumping me. I felt another orgasm as he too shot his load in my hot oven. After he dismounted me I stood up and he kissed me.

“I love it when you make bread.”  he said.

“I love making it.” I replied.

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Cooking Show

My husband loves sweets. It has been somewhat of a source of tension in our relationship as I like to eat healthy and stay fit. I have always felt bad beause i never bake for him even though I know he loves it.


This month has been very hectic and busy for us, and my love has been working extremely hard for our family which means we have had very little time with one another. He left on a trip and every night I longed for him. Throughout his time away I fantasized of what I would do to him when I got my hands on him again and how I could thank him for all his hard work. I was walking through a store and saw a really cute apron. The only thing I could think of when I saw it was the apron on my naked body and cupcakes.

The day came for him to arrive home. I couldn’t wait. I took a long hot shower exfoliating  with coconut oil and sugar making sure my bald pussy was as smooth as could be. I put on my hottest pair of daisy dukes, styled my hair just the way he loves, loaded our two rambunctious kiddos into the car and drove to meet him where he was coming in. The kids and I ran to greet him and after he hugged and kissed the little ones, he pulled me into his body and kissed me passionately.

“Babe, you look so hot!” he whispered into my ear as I felt a bulge in his pants rise. He pulled me in tighter and I pressed my hips into his growing erection.

“I can’t wait until the kids go to bed tonight,” I panted into his ear. We were reluctant to let go of one another, but as parents of small children daytime sex is a rare thing. We tried to hide our flirting throughout the day. Any chance I got to grind my ass into his still hard cock I did.

We ate dinner and as he was thinking about having a second serving I gave him the look and said, “I think you should save some room for later.”

His eyes instantly lit up. “Oh baby, bed time cannot come soon enough!” he exclaimed.

The moment we had been waiting for, kiddos bedtime finally arrived!  I kissed my two little loves and told them daddy is going to put them to bed tonight.

I left the room brushing my hand over my husband’s aching cock and whispered in his ears “Are you ready?” He quickly shot back, “You naughty girl, I saw the oven is already on!” I smiled and walked out.

It wasn’t long until my husband came bounding out of the kids room to find me wearing nothing but my apron, bright red high heels and pearls around my neck. “Take a seat,” I told him, “I think you deserve a treat tonight.” He eagerly obeyed my command. Feeling his eyes possessing me with such force made my already wet pussy start to drip.

“The key to amazing cupcakes is the right ingredients,” I explained. I made an effort to explain everything I was doing and spun it to be dirty. I bent over to reach into the refrigerator to grab some eggs, allowing him a full shot of my naked ass and bald pussy. His breathing got faster as I put all of the ingredients into the bowl. I grabbed the bowl and held it low in front of my crotch. I grabbed a hand whisk and started to slowly beat the delicious chocolate mixture.

I flexed my hips and said, “The key to perfect cupcakes is beating the batter just right. Sometimes you have to go slow and tender and other times you just have to beat it as fast and hard as you can.” I began pounding the bowl with my whisk as fast as I could making my whole body move and shake with the rhythm. As I bounced back and forth stirring the cupcake batter my tits popped out of the side of my apron. Finally the batter was smooth but of course you have to taste it before baking. I dripped some batter on my hard nipple and asked him if he approved. He greedily got up and sucked my tit hard and strong getting every last drop off. He gave me a smile of approval, so I spun around pressing my wanting ass hard into his throbbing cock. I scooped the mixture into the cupcake pan, and he began kissing the spot on my neck that always spirals me out of control.

My arms were shaking as I tried to fill the cupcake pan. I spilled everywhere and said, “This is going to get messy.” My knees were shaking, my pussy was dripping, my oven was cooking. I set the timer and said, “Now,

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