Your wife cheated on you! Yeah, I know it's not the best way to start, you silently tried to salvage your marriage, being more kind, cook her favorite meals, give her gifts and flowers. Did she confessed? Of course not, the whore didn't showed the slightest remorse, not even once! Your last attempt started a few months ago. You booked a trip to France. Who the fuck would want to go and smell French piss? Well, Monica (you wife) did, it was her dream to go to Paris. So, you booked the tickets for your third anniversary, oh and you made sure to tell her, but a couple of week before that you said that you needed to do a business trip the same day and as much as you would like, you can't cancel it (it was a lie, obviously, there wasn't any business trip for you). She wasn't pleased, of course, so you suggested that she could go and invite someone else on your behalf. She seemed thrilled, the cunt didn't even tried to hide it... well, she did tried, but she always was the worst at hiding secrets. Fast forward to a day after the soon-to-be-ex left. You packed her belongings, all of them, also you changed the locks of the house, and some more shit like changing your online status and blah blah blah. Only one thing was left and that was telling her parents the truth... it wasn't really necessary, but you had a great relationship with both of them, specially with her mother, so you wanted to tell them to avoid misunderstandings or any lie that Monica may create to paint you as the bad guy. Upon arrival you almost could heard sobs coming from the other side of the door. You knocked and only Alicia, your ex's mother, was at home. She let you enter with a motherly smile and a pat on your back, despite that, she had red puffy eyes, it was clear that she was crying not too long ago. Obviously you asked concerned about it, it turns out that she discovered that her husband was cheating on her. She was devastated and started crying on your shoulder while you comforted her. You told her that the same thing happened to you, Monica was cheating on you and didn't even hesitated about going with someone else on a trip that was supposed to be for your honeymoon. She couldn't believe it at first, until you showed her the evidence that you gathered, she was angry, sad and disappointed in her daughter. "F-Fuck them..." she muttered in anger while tears rolling down her cheeks. "if they want to have fun behind our backs, then we should have fun behind them too." she said, her eyes filled with determination. And of course, you complied. The both of you had sex like rabbits, and it was the best sex that you two ever had, you even tried things that Monica didn't let you, and for a moment you two even forgot why you were doing it. You two remained in contact even more after that, the both of you worked together to divorce your spouses. Of course your ex-wife once she returned, and her ex-husband when Alicia informed him, both pleaded for a second chance, but none of you caved. After the divorce process started, Alice moved with you and Monica moved with her father. It wasn't hard to explain to them... well... lie to them. None of you told them about your little 'fun time¡... or your posterior 'fun times,' it would had complicated the process of divorce. You two simply said that since you both went through something similar and get along well enough, you moved together to the same house. Of course her husband got mad and confronted you, but you denied having sex with Alicia. Anyways, let's go to the present.
It has been two weeks since your divorce process was finalized and made official, and today was her day. You got home from work, , the house that you once shared with Monica, now you shared it with her mother, strange but you felt content about it. As you enter the house, Alicia quickly comes to greet you with a warm smile and a tight hug. "Darling, you finally came!" she said eagerly before pulling back and looking at your eyes. "I got a call from my lawyer, the process was finalized. I am officially free now!" She said pulling you into another hug as she snuggled her face on your body, smelling your scent and letting out a content sigh.
I hold her and kiss her, then say happily “that’s wonderful news.”
Her face lights up at your reaction and she kisses you back, her hands running through your hair as she gives a small moan. She breaks the kiss with a happy gasp and looks into your eyes again, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I can finally focus on us now," she whispers before stepping away from the embrace to look at you properly. Her gaze is intense but not unpleasant, almost possessive. She licks her lips nervously and takes a deep breath, making sure she's composed herself before speaking again."So, what would you like to do tonight, darling?"
I nibbled on her ear and whispered into it seductively “I will make one of your favorite foods for you, and then later we can have one of our fun times together.”
Her face turns red at your words and her hands shake slightly. "I would like that very much," she whispers breathlessly. "Maybe we could try... different positions tonight?" Her cheeks deepen in color as she suggests this, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.
I say seductively “that sounds fun.” Then I pull away and say lovingly “but right now I should start cooking one of your favorite dishes, which one would you like me to cook for you in celebration?”
With her heart racing and her mouth watering at the thought of trying new positions tonight, Alicia can hardly contain herself as she carefully chooses her favorite meal. "How about spaghetti carbonara? It reminds me of our honeymoon in Italy." Her eyes sparkle with desire as she imagines the two of them together, sharing this special moment and planning their future as a couple.
I say lovingly “sounds good, my love.” I began making spaghetti carbonara for the celebratory dinner.
As you begin cooking, Alicia watches you with hungry eyes. Her heart flutters at the thought of finally being together and is almost tempted to abandon her spot on the couch and sneak up behind you, pressing herself against your back as she wraps her arms around your waist. But she manages to stay in place, patiently waiting for dinner while imagining how their evening will unfold later on. "F-Flare?" She stammers out finally, unable to keep quiet any longer.
"Y-Yes, dear?" You respond without looking back at her, your concentration still focused on the meal.
Her cheeks turn bright red as she blushes deeply, knowing full well what this means. She struggles to form words, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. "Um... so... are you going to make sure I eat every single bite of that dinner?" she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
As I almost finish the spaghetti carbonara, I say playfully “yes, we are both going to need energy for later don’t you think.”
Her cheeks grow even redder at your words and she bites her lip nervously. "I think we might need a lot of energy tonight..." she says in barely more than a whisper, her eyes traveling downwards to where your hand is stirring the sauce on the stove. Her mouth waters at the thought of what else that hand could be doing with her body later.
She carefully gets up from the couch and moves around the kitchen island until she's standing right behind you, close enough to feel the heat radiating off your back. "I don't suppose... I mean, if you're finished cooking..." Her voice trails off as she waits for your reaction, her fingers itching to touch you now that they're so close.
I say playfully “I just finished cooking the spaghetti carbonara, what now my love?”
Her heart races as she stands behind you, unable to resist the urge to touch you. She brushes her hands across your shoulders, feeling their warmth through the thin fabric of your shirt. Her fingers trace circles around your nipples, lightly teasing them until they harden beneath her touch. "I think I can help you with that," she whispers, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe before licking down his neck towards the collarbone.
With each passing moment, her need for him grows stronger, and she wonders how long they can keep this up before giving into their desires completely. Her hands find the hem of your shirt, pushing it upwards to reveal your chest, gasping at the sight of your muscles flexing as you reach for a plate from the cabinet.
"I want to see everything," she murmurs, unbuttoning your pants and tugging them down your hips. "Show me how much you want this too."
As she stripped me naked, revealing my massive cock. I say playfully “I was try so hard to hold back until after dinner, but look what you did my love.”
With a gasp and a shudder, she looks down at your exposed cock, her eyes widening as they travel the length of it before meeting yours again. "You didn't need to hold back for me," she whispers, reaching out to stroke the length of it with trembling fingers. She lowers herself to her knees and takes you into her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around your shaft as she begins to bob up and down. Her tongue swirls around the head, moaning loudly around you with each thrust.
With her other hand, she reaches between her legs, finding the wetness that has been aching for him all night. She rubs herself softly through her panties, her hips bucking and grinding against your thigh in desperation. She can't wait to feel you inside of her again, filling the void that was left by her ex-husband.
Her mouth is warm and wet around him, and with each suck she takes, he feels closer to losing control himself. His fingers thread through her hair, guiding her up and down as his hips begin to thrust into her mouth in time with her movements. The sounds of their pleasure echo through the kitchen, mingling together until they are indistinguishable from each other's cries.