Sensual Seduction

I heard the jingling of his keys just as the door started to swing open. I was busy by the stove getting the stew ready, so I didn't look up. The stew needed a little more time to finish cooking—maybe just a few minutes more—and it would be perfect. I'd already set the table and had his beer ready, all set for him. I could hear his loud footsteps as he moved through the house, approaching the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetie, how was your day at work?" I enquired, not turning to look at him. Before I even felt his hands on my back, I sensed his presence. Today, I chose to wear a comfortable, flowy orange dress because I felt like sprucing up a bit. I thought maybe it would boost my self-confidence. The dress came down to just above my knees and hugged my shape nicely. I'm not particularly tall or short; I'm pretty average in height. My husband, on the other hand, stands a couple of inches taller than me. My weight has been fluctuating, but I did have some small curves here and there, but nothing too exciting. I could be considered an average-looking woman, maybe even below average, due to the bags underneath my eyes.

"Tiring; my captain was being an ass. How was your day? The food smells good," he said in his deep voice, which used to send shivers down my spine. He moved his hands up to my shoulders, beginning to massage them. I leaned back into his embrace, letting out a sigh.

"That sucks, and I decided to make stew tonight with Hawaiian bread. I didn't do much but paint this morning. Oh, and see my clients," I responded and turned down the heat on the stove.

"That's good, baby." He spoke before one of his hands lowered from my shoulders and down toward my left breast. Palming my nipple through the dress. "You look pretty."

"Thank you." I tilted my neck to the side when he lowered his head and dipped in for a kiss. He kissed my lips before kissing down my neck sensually. I let out a low moan as he sucked on my skin in between kisses. I slowly felt his other hand trail down my back, down to my hips, before slowly hitching my dress up. I placed one of my hands on top of the one playing with my breast before speaking. "Babe, we're about to eat dinner, and the stove is on—"

"Turn it off; I want dessert first," he said and continued to play with my body. I could feel him getting hard through his uniform. He kissed me some more, and I followed through by turning off the stove. I tried to turn around in his arms, but he stopped me. "No, I want you like this." With that said, he moved us away from the stove to the counter beside it. I was still facing away from him as he bent me over and fully hiked up my dress so it sat on my hips.

"Isn't there a rule about disrespecting the uniform or something?" I asked quietly when I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants unzipping. He then used his hand to rub against my clothed pussy, belting out a laugh.

"That's for the military, Eunice, and if it was, no one's here to watch me fuck my wife," he said as I heard him shuffle some more. Sensing the irritation in his voice, I chose to keep my lips sealed. He put his hand away and decided to push my panties to the side instead of taking them off. He then took both hands and spread my ass cheeks wide, causing my eyes to widen. I heard his spit fly and felt his saliva drip down my ass to my pussy. Then he pushed inside of me without a second thought.

"Humph," I groaned when he hardly settled inside me and just began to thrust. Right away, I felt discomfort. "Jamie, wait—" I threw my hand back to slow him, but he pushed me away. Pushing me down roughly against the counter. He slapped my ass once, twice, and thrice as I squirmed during the harsh pounding. I had no choice but to accept his frustrations as little whimpers left my lips. Groans of satisfaction left his mouth as his pelvis met my behind. My ass jiggling seemed to goad him on as his grunts became louder. I had to hold on to the counter so as not to hit my head on the cabinet above me.

"Fuck. Fuck! Take this dick—" He was thrusting so hard that my whole body vibrated. I just wanted it to be done and over. I don't think he'll last long anyway with the way he's going. Soon enough, I was right, and he spent himself with me. I breathed a sigh and started to get up before he pulled out, grabbed me, and turned me around. Jamie then lifted me onto the counter, pulled my panties down my legs, and shoved himself back in without warning.

"Jamie!" I exclaimed in surprise and then shouted again when he pulled down the front of my dress. I was nearly ripping the fabric as he exposed my breasts to his eyes. He leaned in and closed his mouth on my left breast. I moaned to turn him on more, hoping he'd finish faster. I had my legs splayed out on both sides of him, with my currently ripped pants hanging from one of my legs. My pussy and breasts were fully exposed, as if I never had clothes on to begin with. If this wasn't a sexy image to get him to cum, I wasn't sure what it'd take. Although I wasn't fully turned on and was a bit taken aback by his aggressiveness, I had to admit the position was spicy. I caught an image of our reflection in the bowl I had set on the table across from us. Suddenly, I had an idea come to mind.

I paid no mind as Jamie ravished my body and instead took in my appearance. My pretty brown skin was soaked in sweat. My tits were bouncing free from the confinements of my dress. The current state of my dress was ruffled against my waist as my husband took me roughly. My brown eyes narrowed slightly on myself. Realising that I looked sexy, my lower lips began to tingle. Still using the bowl across from us to see myself, I looked down at my husband. Closing my eyes as a sudden onslaught of emotions hits me, I shake my head subtly. No. I open my eyes again and see that instead of my husband inside me, it's a different man.

I let out a yelp, closing my eyes again, which Jamie takes as I'm truly into this love fest. So he begins to speed up once more. Going a step further by spreading my legs wider using one of his hands. At this point, my husband is punishing my pussy, and I know I'll have to take a soak for a while in the bath tonight. I sigh in defeat and let him take me, knowing any protests will egg him on.

A couple of minutes later, Jamie comes inside of me again, breathing hard. I start to kiss his head as he gathers his breath. Once he does, he starts raining kisses on my chest, telling me he loves me. I tell him the same as he begins to kiss my breasts again. This time taking his time and making sure to coat them in his spit. I start to moan for real this time because my breasts are sensitive and love attention.

"You didn't nut," he says and trails his lips lower. I shake my head. He nods and slides down between my legs, peppering kisses. Although I didn't orgasm that night, I loved seeing my Jamie happy.