Room by Room: Kitchen

Once such encounters occurred, I slowly closed myself off. I didn't want to sound obsessive about these events. I always wanted more. I lived in a fairly large home. Since 2021, the house was just occupied by my husband and me. I had pictured this chapter of my life a little differently. However, my life, especially my sexuality, was lacking. There was a quiet monotony. My husband had only consummated the marriage in the bedroom. But it was near the end of 2020 that everything had stopped. I thought it was a phase. But one week of no sex, turned into a month, a year, a couple of years, and currently celibate. Once we reunited, my desire for sex had grown.

Memories of him flooded me. I wanted it to stop, but I welcomed it. I wished for another basement episode with him. We continued to communicate. It didn't dawn on me the possibility to see him during the week. I worked from home Mondays through Thursdays. Fridays I would drive into the office. He had access to me. He just needed to have the desire to see me. And he wanted to see me just as much as I wanted to see him.

Wednesdays have become particularly a favorite day of mine. There are so many reasons why it should be a favorite day for everyone the most obvious one is it's the middle of the work week. Two more days of the week left and then the weekend festivities could start. It's also a fun day because some people call Wednesday the hump day for the work week. But is anyone getting any humping on hump day? Wednesday was more meaningful for me. It marked the day of the week we reunited. I wished that every Wednesday was that orgasmic. I wished that you would just take a day off and drive to me. I would call out. It would be my mental health day. However, I could never ask you for anything outright. But I manifested it into this universe. And I hope that you read my energy from afar. You had received my energy.

Wednesday morning, I completed the usual early morning chores. I woke up at 4:00 a.m. I snoozed the alarm clock so I could stay in bed for 5 more minutes. I finally got up, dressed, and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I made a strawberry smoothie for my husband. Then I made one for myself. I guzzled it down like water. I waited till 4:45 a.m. to leave the house to drop off my husband at work. By 5:17 a.m., I arrived at my husband's workplace. The parking lot was dark and empty. I didn't care. I needed to start my day at 6:00 a.m. I made it home by 5:50 a.m. I turned on the laptop, and I set up for the day. It's the same routine Monday through Thursday. Like every other day of the week, waking up so early takes a toll on you. So I was dragging. But the work needed to get done.

At 10:30 a.m. my doorbell rang. I was unsuspecting of any packages. I walked towards my door. I cracked it open and I saw a tall glass of water before me. Just like that one Saturday, you were at my doorstep with the desire to see me. I smiled and I let you in. It was an empty house. Who would be around to stop us from making any type of noise? We stood there, two feet apart from each other, and just smiled. This affair was getting complicated, but very satisfying. I noticed your hand was carrying a small bag. Did you pack lunch? You must have read my eyes since your gaze also turned toward the bag. Then you tossed it toward me. "Change," you commanded.

The brown paper bag had two articles of clothing. There was a thin white

wife beater. The other article of clothing was running shorts. But they were shorter than running shorts. "No panties. No bra," you added. I smiled at you and I'm headed towards the half bathroom on the first floor. I left you standing in the middle of my foyer. Slowly, I came out of the bathroom in shock at what I was wearing. You smiled at me and stated, "Come on, model for me." We walked towards each other. We met up by the kitchen counter. You gave me instructions on poses that you would like to see me in. "A little wider than your hips. Grab your shirt and do that little sexy thing you did like in the wet t-shirt picture." I smiled at you because I knew what you were talking about. I sent you some risque wet t-shirt pictures. I pulled on the shirt and pressed my breast together. I swayed my hips from right to left as I glared at you. "Comes closer," and I did your bidding.

We had not kissed yet. Where were my manners? I didn't even offer my guest a drink yet. We were just a couple of inches apart and you started to caress my cheek with your fingertips. You laid a soft kiss on my forehead. You excused yourself as you needed to go to the bathroom after such a long ride. While you're in the bathroom I decide to get us some drinks. A nice glass of iced water in stainless steel cup was our option. As you stepped out of the bathroom, I handed you the cup. You took it and you took a gulp of water. The water quenched your thirst. You continued to stare at me in your provided outfit. "You know what else I want? I want to dip myself in something else that's wet."

The audacity of this man to come to my house and demand to have me in such a moment was exhilarating. I could only let my eyes twinkle with mischievous desire and curiosity. You directed my body. You took my hand and you guided me to bend over onto the countertop. I had to tiptoe so that I can lay some of my weight on the countertop. The shorts rode up and exposed more of my cheeks. There was just a little bit of material that covered my honey pot. You started to rub on my ass. Then I suddenly felt you taking a bite of one cheek. You slapped the other cheek. It stung. I had never seen that side of you. You continued rubbing my ass as if you were kneading dough. I looked back at you, and I saw you bite your lips as you were enjoying the view. You caught me staring at you. Our eyes locked as you were undoing your pants, and they dropped down to your knees

Like a pervert, you were running your index fingers along the bottom edge of the athletic shorts. You started from the front of my thigh. Your fingertip caressed the side of my thigh. Then the tip glided up my cheek and then slowly down the cheek. Your fingertip struggled as it wanted to catch the thin middle material right above the thigh gap. I slightly widen my stance. You can insert your finger more. the back of your index finger decided to caress my outer lips. I imagined that you were going to stick your finger inside of me. But you didntt. You had another appendage that you could insert in me. On the other cheek, I felt something else mimicking the same movements as your finger. I looked over my shoulder and I grinned at you. It became a two-handed process when the index finger hooked the material and you pressed the tip of your penis on my soft lips.

I adjusted my stance a little more. Your tip fancied the way my skin felt. You glided the tip up and down. You moaned as you teased yourself. You couldn't wait to put yourself inside me. Your tip slowly spreads my lips open. You glided it up and down. But you didn't push it in. You slid the tip between the lips. You felt the moisture and it excited you more. More of the head was getting covered by my lip. I continued to get wet. All I could do was look back at you and wait for your next move. The suspense was getting to me. How much longer would you play with me?

I grabbed the counter. My body was full of anticipation. I imagined it going in. As I blinked, I thought of you penetrating me. I felt my walls widen as my imagination was becoming a reality. I melted on the countertop. I felt so good. I loved it when you were inside of me; slowly pushing inside of me. You slowly pulled out of me. I felt the material of the shorts gets in the way of good penetration. But there was something so dirty about this moment that I let you have your way with me.

The material was in the way and on your nerve. I did not want to say anything. I had waited for you for so long. You traveled so far from me. I shook on top of the counter as I bounced on you. You held onto my hips and I held onto the counter. My titties moved up and down against the counter. I wanted to bite on something. I would twist my head from side to side trying to get comfortable. I'm overwhelmed with ecstasy as you plowed your penis inside of me. Suddenly you pulled out. Was that it? Were you going to come on my shorts? No, it wasn't the end of it.

I felt your fingertips pull on the waistband and aggressively pull down my shorts. You placed your hands on my ass cheeks. You gave my cheeks a good squeeze. You were a little rough in rubbing on my ass. I wasn't expecting all that. You opened me up again with your cock. I moaned in appreciation. You moaned as well. "That's a good girl!" There was no material holding you back. You pushed yourself deeply. You stayed deep as you pounded yourself into me. I was panting, crawling on my counter. My breast pressed against the counter moving along the counter surface.

This encounter was deliberate. You desired me. You wanted me. You wanted me to yearn for more. Maybe you were mad at me. I should have been yours many years ago. You might have been angry that you couldn't indulge in this pleasure as often as you wanted. You were coveting another man's wife. I felt your fingertips run through my hair. You clinched your hand into a fist and pulled my head back. I felt my body contorting into a baby cobra. I felt your warm breath by my ear. "You are mine." There was no room to squirm away from this pleasurable confrontation. "Always," I moaned. My fantasies of us were slowly coming true. I've longed for our bodies to meet. I felt your pelvic area slam into my ass, making slapping noises. I started to feel my juices running down my inner thigh. Anticipation made me so excited.

"I'm about to come, baby," you muttered. That was my queue to climax with you. We hadn't experienced a simultaneous orgasm. And I wanted to experience it with you. You made me excited about my sexuality again, and I wanted to share that excitement with you. You slammed yourself a little harder into me. "That's a good girl," you stated. I felt your thrust going in deeper. But it was slower. The impact moved me on the countertop. I moaned with every thrust. My tits pressed up on the countertop. I grabbed at the edges of the countertop and started to let out a loud moan. I did not care if anybody heard me. "Yes, that's what I want," you groaned. I felt your cock pumping its juices into me. I felt myself quiver while you were in me. I felt breathless as you slowly pulled out of me. You looked at your watch. You gave my ass a nice pat as you started to fix your pants.

"I have to go now," you said in a relaxed voice. I acknowledged the statement with a nod. I had to straighten myself out. I saw you turning towards the door and walked out. I heard the door shut. You left with haste. But I knew what it meant. It meant that I had to get changed and regain my composure. I had to go back to my normal life. And you left me yearning for more.