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.