Wife Fucked in the Kitchen While Cooking

Sophie and John had been married for three years, but things were getting stale in their bedroom.She wanted to spice things up and surprise him, so she planned out the perfect seduction scene.Sophie was dressed in nothing but sexy lingerie a bright red bra, matching panties, and a pair of black stockings.She had set up a table in the kitchen with candles and flowers, and was cooking up her favorite meal.Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, and she wore dark red lipstick that made her lips look extra juicy.She knew he would love watching her cook in that outfit.John couldnt believe his luck when he walked into the kitchen and saw Sophie in front of him.He was already turned on just from the sight of her, and his dick was standing erect.Hey hon, he said, his eyes immediately drawn to the lowcut top of her bra.What are you doing? Just making dinner, honey, Sophie replied, grinning wickedly.You know how much I like cooking, dont you? John could tell she was putting on a show, and he didnt want to leave her hanging.Sounds great, he said, walking over to her side and running his fingers down her neck.I smell something delicious.Sophie looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.I figured you might like this, she said, reaching over to the stove and grabbing a wooden spoon.Watch.And she started stirring the saucepan, swirling it around with passion.John was transfixed by Sophie, watching as she cooked and twirled her hips.She had always been a great dancer, and it was clear that she was having the time of her life.He didnt know if he could take much more of this display, but he kept staring.Finally, the dinner was ready, and Sophie plated it up on the counter.Look, she said, handing the plate to John.My famous chicken pasta alfredo.John couldnt wait to taste it, but he also couldnt resist trying to get a little closer to Sophie.Is there somewhere we can eat this in bed? he asked, leaning in to whisper.Of course, Sophie said, a sly smile playing across her lips.In fact, that sounds perfect.She grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and led John into the bedroom.They had just sat down on the bed when the sound of creaking furniture caught Sophies attention.She turned around, her eyes wide with fear.Brennan! she cried out.She quickly threw on some clothes and ran downstairs.John waited for a moment, then heard footsteps coming back up the stairs.Sophie reentered the bedroom, looking a bit disheveled.Whats going on? John asked, sitting up in bed.I saw my dad come inside, Sophie explained, looking around nervously.He just has such a hard time taking care of himself, and I know hell stay here all night if I dont keep an eye on him.John nodded, understanding.Okay, well, I guess you should go see if everythings okay.But you promised you wanted some action tonight.He grinned wickedly, thinking of all the ways they could make up for lost time later.Sophie shot him a sly grin before leaving the room, giving him one last tantalizing look before heading downstairs.