The air in the Hawthorne residence was thick with sexual tension as Jack Hawthorne descended the stairs. He stopped abruptly in the doorway of the kitchen, his breath catching in his throat as he beheld the sensual sight before him.

His wife, Jill, a voluptuous beauty, was bent over the granite kitchen island, her short sundress hiked up just enough to reveal her toned thighs and a glimpse of lace-trimmed panties.

Her ample breasts spilled over the neckline of her dress, pressing against the cool marble countertop as she arraigned the platters for the barbeque, unaware of her husband's heated gaze on her plump ass cheeks.

Jack's heart raced, his cock quickly hardening to a full, throbbing seven inches, pressing against his shorts. He could almost taste the sweet, musky scent of her arousal in the air, and his mouth watered in anticipation. Cautiously, he crept closer, drawn to her like a magnet.

Jill, oblivious to her husband's hungry stare, hummed softly to herself, her generous ass swaying invitingly as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. She sensed rather than saw him approach.

"Hi, handsome," she purred, her sultry voice sending a shiver down Jack's spine.

"Hello, yourself, Mrs. Hawthorne," he growled, his deep voice making her heart race as he pressed himself against her from behind, his erection prodding her firm cheeks. Jill moaned, her nipples instantly hardening against the cold marble.

Slowly, Jack slid his hands up her thighs, his fingers leaving fiery trails in their wake. Jill arched her back, presenting her luscious breasts to him like ripe melons begging to be picked. His lips found the sensitive hollow of her neck, tonguing and sucking her softly, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, her fists clenching the counter for support. Her delicious arousal, musky and sweet, filled the air, almost making him lose control right then and there.

"I need you," he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. "Now."

“You better make it quick; they will be here any minute,” she breathed.

With a growl, Jack's hand slid higher, cupping her breast, squeezing the heavy weight as if weighing its perfection. His thick, swollen cock throbbing with need, he ground against her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her full, red lips.

"Yes," Jill whimpered, her thighs shaking wildly. His rough hands skirted the hem of her dress, lifting it upward, exposing her bare, soaking sex.

"God, you're wet," he rasped, his fingers feeling her soaked lips through her panties.

"It's all for you," she panted, her head thrown back. "Only you."

Jack's fingers gripped the hem of Jill's dress, slowly lifting it up over her hips, revealing her firm, round ass cheeks. Dropping to his knees, he tugged her panties down, letting them fall in a silken puddle at her ankles.

He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her flawless skin, tracing a path of feather-light kisses up and down her thighs. His warm breath danced over the soft folds of her pussy, sending shivers down her spine.

"Ungh... Jack," Jill moaned, her head thrown back in anticipation.

Spreading her ass cheeks open, he inched closer, his tongue flicking out to tease her puckered asshole.

“Mmm... so tight," he purred, voice thick with desire.

"Jack!" Jill admonished, but her protests only spurred him on.

He pressed in deeper, his tongue swirling around her sensitive opening. It twitched in response.

"No... not there," she whined, squirming to escape the delicious torture.

"Later..."

Jack groaned but relented, trailing kisses across her cheeks before sitting back on his heels. His cock, now freed from his shorts, stood rigidly erect, aching for attention. He grabbed her hips, spreading her legs wider as he plunged his face between her dripping folds.

"Oh, fuck, Jack," Jill moaned, her hands gripping the counter for support.

His tongue danced over her swollen clit, switching between gentle sucks and fervent swirls, sending waves of pleasure through her core. With each skillful move, he explored the intricate contours of her pussy, lapping like a starving man.

As he plunged deeper into her, his tongue expertly traced the lush folds of her lips, following every curve with an unbridled hunger.

Her mound glistened with her juice, completely drenched and wanting more. The taste of her on his lips drove him wild, pushing him to delve further into her pussy.

Every flick, suck and lick brought forth sensual moans.

"Not... yet..." she panted, "I want you... inside me... now."

With a low growl, Jack stood, wrapping his arms around her waist. In one fluid motion, he lifted her against the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her wet folds felt like silk against his rock-hard cock as he probed her entrance, seeking entry.

"Are you ready, baby?" he breathed in her ear, his voice rough with need.

"Yes... God, yes," she whimpered, her nails digging into his back.

"Then hold on," he growled, and with one swift thrust, he plunged deep inside her, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from both of them.

Jack's hands gripped her ass cheeks, angling her hips to meet each thrust, driving deeper into her.

Jill's fingernails dug into his shoulders, urging him on.

His thick cock stretched her open in the most delicious manner; each thrust filling her completely and pushing her closer to the edge. Her walls clenched around him, wanting to hold onto every inch of him. She could feel him hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Oh, fuck yes, Jack," she panted, her breaths coming in short gasps. "That's it, baby. Fuck me hard."

He loved the way she talked dirty to him, how she could make him feel like the most powerful man in the world. And he would do anything to please her.

Jack was relentless, pumping into her like it was going to be his last time.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and the groans of pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust as they slipped out of her dress, her nipples hard and sensitive against his chest. He reached for them, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling as he continued to fuck her.

"Jack, I'm so close..." she panted, their eyes locked.

"Oh, ... oh, fuck... yes..." she moaned.

"I'm going to cum," her voice thick with lust.

"That's it... come for me, baby," he growled, hammering into her, his cock pulsing with every stroke.

Jill's body shook with a wild release, her slick and throbbing pussy gripping Jack's throbbing cock tightly as she reached the peak of her climax. Waves of pleasure surged through her, causing her inner walls to clench tighter around him, drenching his cock in her wetness. Every thrust from Jack drove her further into ecstasy, her slickness aiding his relentless penetration.

As Jack's climax approached, Jill could feel the urgency building in him. She couldn't bear the thought of his cum going to waste dripping down her thighs all night.

"Finish in my mouth," she commanded. The authoritative tone in her voice sent a shiver down his spine and fueled his desire even more.

Obeying her words, Jack willingly withdrew from her soaked folds and let her take control, eagerly wanting to spill into her waiting lips.

Jill wasted no time. Eagerly, she dropped to her knees, her lush lips forming a perfect O around his throbbing head. Her delicate hand caressed his pulsating shaft, while her other hand gently massaged his heavy sack.

With deft fingers, she pumped him, squeezing in time with her mouth's rhythm. Her tongue danced along his sensitive frenulum, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to his core.

"Oh, fuck, Jill," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

The sight of his wife kneeling before him, her full breasts pressing against her folded arms, was too much to bear. He was a slave to her, to this moment, to the exquisite pleasure she inflicted on him.

"I'm going to come, baby; I'm so close," he rasped, his voice thick with need.

"Mmm," she purred, her eyes locked on his as she continued to suck him off.

"That's it, baby, give it to me," she coaxed, her words a symphony of desire in his ears. Her hunger for him, for this connection, only heightened his arousal further.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, he erupted, his seed shooting into her waiting mouth. She greedily swallowed every drop, her tongue lapping at him, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

As his climax subsided, Jack's knees trembled.

"Jesus, Jill," he panted, "That was... incredible."

Jill released Jack's cock, kissing the tip and swiping the last drop of his warm liquid from it with her tongue.

She looked up at him with a sly grin and ran her tongue over her lips.

"You know I love the taste of your cum," she said, wiping another small droplet from the corner of her mouth with her finger and sticking it into her mouth.

Jack couldn't help but chuckle at her antics.

The air around them was thick with the scent of their passion, a potent mix of their sweat, skin, and the salty tang of their release.

As Jack caught his breath, Jill stood up, her body still humming with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. Their bodies pressed together, the warmth of their skin seeping into each other. His hands found their way to her ass, grabbing and holding on.

Jack could taste his cum on her tongue, salty just the way she liked it. His cock twitched slightly at the thought of it still on her lips.

The doorbell rang, pulling Jack and Jill out of their post-coital bliss.

“Fuck,” they said in unison.

In a flurry of movement, Jill quickly adjusted her dress to cover her exposed breasts and pulled on her panties, feeling the wetness between her legs as they pressed against her swollen lips.

Meanwhile, Jack hastily pulled up his shorts and tried to discreetly hide the outline of his semi-erect cock by tucking it down one leg.

They made their way to the door, and with a smile, Jack opened it for their guests.

As he greeted them, he couldn't help but notice a glob of his cum sitting in the middle of Jill's cleavage.