Am Herd bumst er die junge Hausfrau

The Naughty Housewife’s Afternoon Delight

It was a warm, sunny afternoon and the housewife, Hslda, had finished her household chores early. With a spring in her step, she decided to treat herself to a little R&R in the kitchen locale. She slipped off her apron, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy bra and panties.

Hslda poured herself a glass of chardonnay and strutted over to the kitchen counter, her high heels clicking against the tile. She climbed atop the marbled surface and spread her legs apart, stroking her fingers along her inner thigh. As she sipped the crisp wine, she could feel her panties growing damp with anticipation.

Suddenly, the front doorbell rang, snapping Hslda out of her lustful reverie. She draped her dress over her body and sauntered to the door. When she opened it, she was surprised to see her neighbor, Kurid, standing there with a scruffy grin on his face.

“Hey neighbor,” Kurid drawled, his eyes roaming up and down Hslda’s nearly nude figure. “I came by to borrow some sugar. Looks like you have plenty to spare.”

Blushing, Hslda invited him inside. “Well, I might have a bit of sugar for you, but first, why don’t you help yourself to a drink? I have some chardonnay chilling in the kitchen.”

Kurid followed her into the kitchen, unable to keep his eyes off her ample assets bouncing with each step. Hslda climbed back onto the counter and spread her legs invitingly. Kurid gulped and eagerly accepted her offer.

He approached her and ran his hands along her toned thighs, inching towards her lacy panties. Hslda felt heat rising below her waist as Kurid slowly lowered her undergarments, revealing her glistening slit. He knelt down and pressed his face between her legs, lapping at her essence.

“Oh goodness!” Hslda gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair. Kurid licked and sucked her throbbing clit, pushing her toward the brink of pleasure. Just as she was about to climax, he pulled back and unfastened his jeans, revealing his throbbing erection.

Hslda wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her tight, wet heat in one smooth thrust. They both moaned in unison as Kurid settled into a deep rhythm, pounding into her again and again. Hslda arched her back and cried out, “Fuck me harder!”

Kurid obliged, slamming into her powerfuly as their sweaty bodies slapped together. The room filled with the sounds of their grunts and the kitchen island shook. Hslda’s toes curled and her walls clenched around his thick shaft, signaling her impending orgasm. Kurid followed suit, burying himself deep as they reached their mutual climax.

They collapsed onto the counter, breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow. As they disengaged, a trail of cum trickled down Hslda’s inner thigh. Kurid chuckled and scooped some onto his finger before bringing it to her lips.

“Mmm, a little taste of the neighborly sugar, Mrs. Herd?” Kurid asked with a sly grin.

Hslda wrapped her lips around his digit and sucked, savoring the saltiness of their mixed juices. “Delicious. Any time you need something sweet, don’t hesitate to stop by,” she purred.

With a final wink, Kurid got dressed and saw himself out. Hslda remained sprawled across the kitchen counter, the evidence of their sensual encounter sticky along her skin. She knew that from now on, she’d have more than just her chores to look forward to on lazy afternoons at home.

As the door closed with a click, the cum-clad wife glanced down at the mess left behind from the illicit kitchen carousal. The sticky juices of hard fucking glistened on the kitchen counter, staining her dress and the floor, the remnants of a forbidden treat. Flushing, she wondered if there’d be time to clean up before the kids got home.

Stepping down from the counter and stretching her stiff muscles, Hslda realized that the encounter had been quite tiring. She spotted her reflective image in the shiny chrome coffee pot, her disheveled appearance highlighted in the mirrored surface. There, on her flushed cheeks and chest, rested gentle nuances of remaining red marks, light proof of Kurid’s vigorous grip on her body as he seized her. Sighing contentedly, she gathered up her un accomodating undergarments and waded through the droplets of their efforts splattering the hard floor, trying not to slip.

As she collected herself, she recalled Kurid’s naughty deeds, specifically the deep penetration he managed to offer her tight, needy holes. Risque thoughts of the variable men outside her world of homemaker would intrigued her as she pondered the potential hidden wild side of the uptight fathers and repairmen of her neighborhood. However, she shook her head at the notions, informing herself it was flirting with denial.

Months later, when the once a week baked goods Kurid brought over left her panties moist and soaking with arousal, she would often reminisce about the licking and fucking and rimming she knew she had been covertly desiring for years. All the secret smiles within their eye contact, both unreciprocated until she caught a moment where his gaze met hers, no longer averting, harkened guilt. The image of him buried down between her legs, her dripping folds eager and ready, had the deliciousness trapped in forecasts. All of her little indiscretions, the butter brows held behind giggling nerves, hinted at a dangerous future with such simple efforts toward other partners that she may never have experienced until now.

The housewife soon put herself together before unlocking the front door, peering across the way. With a mischevious smile knowing their secret, not a word to her husband on matters, they keep going, keeping this at bay under the surface of their routine, as if there would be questions in the event their bodies sought each other out pleasure-wise beyond the neighbors’ exchange of housewarming goods and unnecessary contractual stipulations.

She smiled, knowing that she had more free time to clean and maintain the home while secretly longing for Kurid to visit again. Until then, she could dream of next time.”