“Mmm, you smell gorgeous.”

Beth felt a shiver run down her spine as her husband cooed in her ear. The smooth, rich timbre of his voice always made her warm and fuzzy, but all the more so when it happened to be charming her with a compliment. She felt his hands rest on her hips as he pressed his body up behind her. Despite ten years of marriage John still made her feel girlish and giggly with his seductive attentions.

“Hey, baby,” she replied with a smile.

Beth’s hands were submerged in hot soapy water at the sink. She had been too distracted admiring the breathtaking view of the snow-capped mountains from their rented chalet hideaway to notice him tiptoe quietly into the kitchen. As her hubby snuggled up behind her the heat from his body made her glow. She could hear him breathing deeply as he smelled her hair, then sighed when he began placing soft lingering kisses on the side of her neck.

“Is that the honey and apricot body butter I bought you for your birthday?” he asked as he nuzzled her affectionately.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I thought so. You smell good enough to eat.”

She’d worn it knowing the enticing aroma of it on her warm skin would get his blood pumping. His hands roamed her body slowly, starting on her firm bottom before gliding around the front to her abdomen. The simple act of him holding her was stoking her fire. Beth melted back against his chest, sacrificing the amazing winter panorama from the kitchen window of their holiday lodge. With a loving familiarity, John reached around and up, slipping his cold right hand underneath the thick Merino wool jumper she was wearing to cup her bare left breast.

“Someone is feeling frisky,” Beth gasped.

“And why not?” he replied as he squeezed her smooth orb of soft, warm flesh. “You’re as beautiful as the day I married you.”

“Smooth talker.”

Beth chuckled and flicked some bubbles at him over her shoulder. A soft sigh escaped her lips as John’s fingers found her sensitive nipple and pinched it firmly, rolling it between his fingers and thumb. As her head began to swim, his wandering hand slowly migrated south over her stomach until it disappeared under the top of her jeans. He leaned forward pressing his body against her back. The bulge in the front of his pants nuzzled into the crack of her pert little bottom as he began to kiss and nibble on her neck with a slow-growing intensity.

“Where’s Emily?” asked Beth quietly.

“She’s out by the woodshed building a snowman,” John whispered in reply as his fingers traced along the waistband of his wife’s lace panties. Beth craned her neck and could just make out through the frost-covered window their daughter wrapped up in a puffy pink jacket, woolly hat, and gloves. She was enthusiastically piling up loose fluffy snow into a mound. “Don’t worry. She’ll be busy for a while.”

As her husband teased her body Beth felt the folds of her pussy swelling in anticipation of his touch. Her clit began to throb with the thought of him stimulating her sensitive little nub which he did so, so well. She pleaded silently for him to hurry up and touch her down there before she would be forced to slide her own hand down into her knickers. With a quiet hum of delight, she felt his hand delve down. A fuzzy warmth radiated through her body as John’s unhurried fingers caressed the warm skin of her silky smooth mound. Even when they were in bed together John delighted in gliding his fingertips between her thighs, tracing a meandering path between the delicate folds and creases of her womanhood with a sensual feather-touch.

Her painfully tight areola felt every minutiae movement of the wool fabric as it raked across the tips of her nipples and shifted across her torso. Her head dropped forward with a heavy sigh as John confidently cupped her entire pussy, seizing it in the palm of his now warm hand. She loved the feeling of possession as if the act itself was him simply stating ‘this is mine’.

“You know how much I love it when you shave your pussy smooth,” he spoke softly into her ear. “Was this for me?”

“Y-Yes.”

John rolled his palm against her clit which caused Beth to elicit a delightful moan. She found the physical stimulation just as arousing as hearing the whispered words her husband poured in her ear. The heat rising from her blushing cheeks felt hot enough to curl her eyelashes. Beth purred contentedly as her husband continued to roll his hand back and forth over her increasingly well-lubricated pussy.

With her face flushed and cheeks burning, their spirited foreplay was quickly approaching the point of no return.  She blindly slapped her hands down into the soapy water of the sink desperately grasping for anything she could trust to support her weight should her knees suddenly give way. Soap-suds splashed everywhere, splattering the front of her clothes and even landing in her hair. Her aching pussy was hotter under her husband’s fingers than the water she had been washing the breakfast pots up in. She felt wild in his embrace, like a force of nature, ready to throw caution to the wind and take what she so desperately needed.

Without warning, Beth spun on her heels to face him causing his hand to slip free of her pants in the process. With her hungry eyes burning into his, she walked him backwards until he crashed into the edge of the large kitchen table in the centre of the room. Their gaze locked as she lowered herself to her knees on the cool wooden floor and unzipped her husband’s pants. She reached in through the opening and wrapped her hand around his already erect cock, pulling it free of its confines. Beth just stared at it, enjoying and appreciating the size and firmness of his shaft as she so often liked to do.

Both his cock and balls were shaved perfectly smooth, a task she had lovingly taken care of for him the night before. Fresh out of the shower he had reclined on the bed as instructed whilst she fetched a towel, a bowl of hot water, and the shaving equipment from the bathroom. John greatly enjoyed the intimacy of allowing his wife to groom him as she wished.

With a flirtatious grin, Beth leaned forward and took him into her hot mouth. She revelled in the act of sucking his cock as much as she knew he loved eating her out. It wasn’t just the way that he looked at her when she was kneeling before him, that handsome smoulder that made her pussy throb, but also how her heightened senses allowed her to savour the aromas and tastes of their oral coupling. Sometimes a blowjob was just a quick treat, a five-minute moment of naughty fun before they had to head out somewhere, but other times it was the precursor to an insatiable, ferocious fucking. The musky, saliva-streaked, salty pre-cum cock-worship always unleashed the primal woman inside her.

Beth savoured every opportunity she got of wrapping her lips around his silky smooth scrotum and sucking his balls, tugging at them gently. She grinned as she released them with a pop and ran her tongue along the length of his stiff cock, lacquering both the top and underside of the shaft. The masculine scent of her husband’s loins never failed to make her wet. Beth leaned forward taking him deep into her throat as she buried her nose against his crotch through his zipper. It drove her wild with lust and only heightened her desire to feel him fill her wanting mouth with his hot cum.

She could already feel his buttocks clenching sporadically as her head bobbed up and down with a metronomic rhythm. Her eyelids fluttered in eager anticipation of her husband’s cum. She craved that moment when he would groan, signifying the beginning of his orgasm. That moment when his cock would start to pulsate between her lips and she would swallow mouthful after mouthful and just keep on sucking until she had drained his balls of every last drop he had to give.

Unfortunately for Beth, John other ideas. His dick released from the vacuum of Beth’s pretty mouth and bobbed in the cool Alpine air as he pulled her up by her arms to stand in front of him. He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans with a focused determination before sliding them down so that the denim pooled around her ankles. His large, strong hands reached behind her body seizing her pert buttocks and lifted her effortlessly off the floor. They turned through one hundred and eighty degrees before he lowered her down, sitting her gently on the rough oak top of the kitchen table.

Their lips pressed against each other in a heated kiss only parting to allow John to lift the woven wool jumper over her head and toss it away. Beth gasped when she felt his hands eagerly seize her heaving breasts. His thumbs expertly teased her hard nipples in a way that made her eyes roll back into her head. He applied the perfect amount of pressure that only hours of intimate experience can perfect. The heat of his mouth as he latched onto the puckered nipple of her right breast felt like it was burning her skin. With a loving gentleness, he suckled her areola as she cradled his head before languidly descending the heavenly valley that ran between her mounds of soft, supple flesh. Beth knew what he wanted and lay down on the rough wooden surface to enjoy what was coming.

The legs of a chair scraped across the floorboards as he pulled it up square and sat down as if to a meal. Without a word, he reached up pealed off his wife’s damp lace panties. She watched as he held them under his nose and inhaled the aroma of her sex before the thin scrap of fabric was discarded. Beth’s cheeks blushed deeper as he placed his hands on her knees and parted her legs wide in front of him to expose her swollen peach which was now flushed a beautiful cherry cerise. She lay fully exposed before him.

It was the way he gazed longingly at her sinfully smooth pink bits which turned her on so much. They had been married for years and John had seen her naked more times than anyone could count, but each time he lay between her thighs a fire burned in his eyes. It was the first spark of a wildfire in potentia that only hard, gasping, sweaty sex could extinguish. She was ready and glowing.

“Beautiful,” he remarked in his deep honeyed voice as he gently stretched the skin either side of her labia, parting her pink-hued feminine folds. In the cool air of the kitchen, Beth could feel the intense heat radiating from her pouting pussy. One long, slow, luxurious lick sent electric sparks tingling through her body. Biting into her lower lip was all she could do to keep from crying out as her husband’s eager tongue went to work between her thighs, raking and swirling deep inside her pussy.

“I’ve been daydreaming about your pussy all morning,” he moaned between eager mouthfuls of her delicate flesh.

“I’ve been daydreaming about you eating my pussy all morning,” sighed Beth with her eyes closed.

He French kissed her swollen folds over and over, making love to her with his mouth. Beth liked to joke that he had mastered the art over many years of diligent tutelage and whilst it was true that he had spent endless hours between her legs, from the first time he had ever gone down on her it was as if he instinctually knew how to please her and what would drive her wild. When he’d treated her puffy labia to a delectable sucking, John moved onto her clit. Beth’s little nub was so sensitive it barely took any stimulation before she was ready to come. With his fingertips, he nimbly pulled back the hood of skin to expose her tiny, throbbing pleasure button and clamped his moist lips around it. As he sucked, swirling his tongue around the sensitive little nub, she couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck!”

“Shhh,” John chided quietly, “she’s only outside, remember?”

It was no good. The feeling of her husband’s hot mouth sucking her clit as his tongue rolled around it had her on the brink of cataclysm. Normally she just gripped his ruffled hair in her fists and ground her hot cunt into his mouth until she climaxed, but she craved the sensation of the rigid cock bobbing between his legs being plunged balls deep inside her body.

Beth sat up and dragged John to standing by the front of his shirt. She kissed him hard, tasting her own sticky-sweet pussy on his lips. Her fingers worked the buttons of his heavy-weight checked shirt and pulled it roughly from his shoulders and down his back as John worked his pants over his hips and down around his ankles. Beth’s stomach tightened when the well-defined musculature across his torso was exposed. He was in great shape. The dark hairs on his chest followed the curves of his abdomen, around his navel, and eventually ended just above the smooth, hard cock jutting out from his crotch. Her eyes focused on a large droplet of pre-cum forming on the swollen head of his dick and the heavy balls which hung down below between his legs.

She needed him now. It was not the sort of need that came from a heightened sexual state, but rather the urgent animalistic need that meant her very life might be at stake if she did not feel his big dick thrust inside the deepest, most intimate parts of her body immediately. Beth couldn’t wait a moment longer.

“I need you inside me.”

She licked her palm and rubbed his dick to re-lubricate it before guiding it inside her. Her muscles squeezed tightly around him as he ground into her splayed pussy causing the wet, slick sounds of hot sex to join their heavy breathing. She groaned his name as he pushed her onto her back and lifted her legs so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. Beth’s body slowly enveloped his glistening cock inch by agonising inch.

“Oh yes…”

John began a slow and steady rhythm, sawing in and out of his beautiful wife as his hips rocked back and forth. The lips of Beth’s stretched pussy dragged along his rigid shaft each time he withdrew it from her blazing-hot core before another pleasurable deep thrust. She could feel her enflamed folds hugging his slick erection with each piston.

“Come on, put your back into it,” she chided him playfully.

“For Christ’s sake, give me a minute,” he replied. “I’m just warming up. I don’t want to pull anything.”

“How old are you?”

His smile radiated mischief as he started to pound her harder rocking the heavy kitchen table. John leaned down and with a spirited growl mauled her neck like a wild animal. Beth giggled and tried to push him off.

“You brute!” she shouted, gleefully pounding her fists on his back.

“Shut your mouth, woman. I’m going to have my way with you.”

She slapped his bare arse hard with her open hand and looked at him sternly like a headmistress to a naughty pupil.

“Now, you just behave yourself, young man.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied obediently.

“Good. Now stop messing around and fuck me hard.”

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly as it shifted, grating across the wooden floor. All of her senses were heightened and everything was on fire. The sound of John’s gorgeous fat cock pounding her dripping wet pussy. The skin-on-skin friction of his body writhing on top of her. The scent of their sweat and their heavy breath as they worked hard for the bliss they both coveted. It was all intoxicating. She rolled her hips and arched her back to alter the angle of penetration so she could feel the swollen head of his dick rake against her g-spot. She was completely lost in the almost criminal amount of pleasure she was experiencing. Her arms desperately grasped at his tight arse to hold him deep inside her but John pulled back, his long glossy dick springing up as it slipped free.

“Jooohn,” she groaned at the frustrating sensation of suddenly being empty.

Her protestations fell on deaf ears though. John was lightly tracing his index finger through the cum-soaked folds of her pussy seemingly lost in thought until suddenly a decision was made on whatever wicked contemplation had so distracted him. With a cheeky smile, he began to tease his finger gently around Beth’s bottom. She flinched when she felt his touch but quickly melted into the moment.

“Ooo,” Beth cooed, “that’s naughty.”

The tip of John’s finger stroked slowly and in ever-decreasing circles until it came to rest dead centre.

“John, what are you…?”

Her words were cut off by a gasp as his slick finger delved inside. She clenched involuntarily at the unfamiliar intrusion but quickly relaxed her muscles as John gently probed and teased her. It was a new sensation but it felt really fucking good. The boyish grin plastered across his face was the personification of mischief.

“You’re a bad boy, Jonathan,” said Beth breathlessly. “What’s gotten into you?”

John’s response was to wiggle his finger playfully. The liquid sex he’d lubricated it with had made it easy for his finger to slide inside her bottom and he now slowly added a second. This stretched Beth wider and she moaned as she accepted his fingers in her derrière.

“That feel good?” he asked inquisitively.

Beth just nodded, unable to speak for a lack of words that might make any kind of sense. She was being overloaded with powerful and untested sexual sensations. The more she concentrated on the unusual sensitivity John’s probing fingers were stimulating, the more pleasure and satisfaction she felt.

“More?”

She nodded and experienced a brief moment of reprieve when he slipped his fingers free. This was short-lived however as John lined up his glossy, cum-slicked cock with her lubricated bottom and gently pushed forward until the head sunk inside. Beth gasped and clamped her eyes shut. The exquisite hot ache of her first anal experience manifested as a prickly heat that radiated through her entire body. An impressive assortment of curse words were muttered under her breath in a jumble of delightful profanity never normally heard from such a well-spoken woman.

“Sweet Mary mother of… fucking… fuck…”

“You okay?”

“Gimme a sec.”

The heaving swell of her breasts as Beth’s lungs struggled for more air made John’s dick all the harder. When she finally relaxed her tense muscles, he dripped some saliva from his lips onto his erection and worked it a little further inside her inch by throbbing inch. Each time she clenched he stopped and waited for her to ease off. With patience and persistence, he eventually worked his entire length into Beth’s arse, resting against the table balls-deep in the hottest, tightest vice-like sexual pleasure of his life. They were both sweating but grinned wildly at each other like teenagers who had just shared their first kiss.

Beth had never experienced anything like it before and it made her tremble with excitement. John gave her a moment to catch her breath and when the throbbing ache began to subside, Beth gave a slight nod. The sweet friction of her husband’s big dick tenderly thrusting in and out of her arse made her toes curl. He felt so much bigger fucking her in that unfamiliar hole. She revelled in the sensations mixing both pain and pleasure into a delicious raw cocktail of sensual intoxication as he filled her with his long, rhythmic strokes.

Beth felt a thrilling vulnerability as she submitted to her husband’s adventurous lust. The wicked taboo heightened her arousal to a whole new level. The whole experience felt surreal, like the first moments after waking up from an erotic dream. She was so aroused now that cum continuously trickled down from her hot swollen pussy to keep John well lubricated. He began to increase the pace, gripping her calves tighter in a bruising grasp. Beth reached down and began to roll her fingertips around her hypersensitive clit. The harder John plunged his cock into her aching bottom, the faster she strummed her fingers across her little nub.

“Why haven’t we tried this before?” she gasped breathlessly.

Sweat pricked on their hot skin and rolled down their bodies in tiny rivulets as they writhed against each other. Small rivers of heat snaked across the surface of her skin, spreading from the inferno that was her dripping cunt. It begged to be filled and with John now buried deep in her throbbing arse, she reached down and plunged two fingers into her enflamed hole. She worked her pussy and clit hard until her entire body began to quiver. John was breathing hard and his thrusts were beginning to falter. She needed to feel him. She needed to feel his release inside her. Beth whispered the words she knew would tighten his balls and tip them both over the edge of ecstasy.

“Come inside me, baby.”

What began as tiny spasms grew into whole-body contractions as she lost control. She bucked and shook underneath John as waves of liquid fire rippled through her from head to toe. The intense spasming of her clenching pussy as it repeatedly squeezed around her flexing fingers mirrored her arse which clamped around the hard shaft buried deep inside her. She could feel John’s cock pulsating and flexing as his hot cum coated her insides and she blissfully drained him.

Her head dropped back to the table and the room began to fall away as John collapsed heavily on top of her, dead weight. The heat of their hot, sweat-covered skin pressed against each other as they tried to catch their breath felt like an inferno.

“Jesus Christ,” gasped Beth, delirious with the fuzzy warmth still radiating through her body. She was truly overwhelmed by the unrivalled intensity of her orgasm.

“You can say that again,” groaned John, his face mashed against the rough wooden table next to hers.

After a moment or two, he began to chuckle. With whatever strength he had left, John hoisted himself up just enough to give Beth a slow, passionate kiss. She was a light-headed, quivering mess of sweat and sex but she had never looked prettier.

“I love you, Mrs. Connor,” he said softly.

“I love you, too, Mr. Connor,” she replied with a smile.

They climbed off of each other and began to collect their scattered clothes and dress just moments before an unexpected noise startled them. It was the clang of the heavy iron latch on the front door. They glanced at each other in alarm as they hurriedly tried to make themselves look respectable.

“Hi, mum. Hi, dad,” said Emily as she wandered into the kitchen.

“Hi, baby,” replied Beth as she quickly but subtly straightened her clothes.

The girl stomped across the floor in her snow-covered boots and opened the refrigerator without so much as a glance in their direction. John ran his fingers through his damp, ruffled hair.

“You having fun?”

“Yep,” Emily replied as she removed a small carton of apple juice and headed back towards the door before stopping up short. “Have you two been smooching?”

John and Beth looked at each other.

“Never mind. See ya!”