Breading my wife
"You're home early," Rachel said, her voice a sweet symphony to Jack's ears as he closed the door behind him. She was in the kitchen, her back to him, wearing nothing but an apron that barely covered her firm, round ass. The smell of garlic and olive oil wafted through the air, hinting at the gourmet meal she'd been preparing.
"Couldn't stay away from your magic touch," Jack teased, his eyes lingering on the sway of Rachel's hips as she worked. She laughed, a sound that washed over him like a warm wave, making his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Well, I hope you're hungry," Rachel replied, turning around to reveal a plate of freshly sliced chicken breasts. "I've got something special planned for tonight."
Jack's eyes widened as Rachel placed the plate down on the counter and reached into the fridge for a bottle of beer. Her apron strings dangled tantalizingly, offering a peek at the crevice between her thighs. He took a swig, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. Rachel's culinary skills were legendary, but tonight, it wasn't just food on the menu.
"So, what's this special dish?" he asked, playing along with the game. Rachel smirked, pulling out ingredients for a homemade breading mix. "It's a little...unconventional," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
Jack's curiosity piqued, he leaned against the counter as Rachel began to mix flour, bread crumbs, and spices. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, the apron's neckline slipping to expose her erect nipples. She added a dash of paprika with a flourish, glancing over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. The tension in the room grew thick with desire, the air charged with an unspoken promise of something deliciously deviant.
Rachel turned to face him, a glint in her eye. "You remember my little...breading fetish?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. Jack's cock swelled at the memory of their past escapades. The thrill of watching her transform into a living, breathing snack had become an obsession for both of them.
With a nod, he handed her the beer, his eyes never leaving hers. Rachel took a sip before setting it down, her hand brushing against his as she did so. The electricity between them was palpable, the room a cauldron of lustful anticipation. She took a step closer, the apron gaping open to reveal her bare chest. "Would you like to watch?" she breathed, her voice a siren's call.
Jack's heart raced as Rachel took his hand and led him to the dining table. She laid out the breading station with meticulous care, the ingredients arranged in a tantalizing display. His cock throbbed as he watched her, knowing what was to come. Rachel turned to him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Strip," she ordered, and Jack was only too eager to obey.
With trembling hands, Rachel began to cover herself in the breading mix, her body glistening with a golden hue. She dipped her fingertips in the seasoned flour and traced them over her erect nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Jack's as she began to coat her breasts and stomach in the crunchy coating.
Jack's mouth watered as Rachel bent over the table, her ass begging for attention. He stepped closer, his cock at full mast, watching as she coated her thighs and calves, each movement a deliberate tease. Rachel looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "You know what happens next," she said, her voice husky with arousal.
The anticipation was exquisite as Jack reached out, his fingers grazing her flour-dusted skin. Rachel's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut. He took a step back, admiring his handiwork, his cock pulsing with need. "You look good enough to eat," he murmured, and Rachel giggled, the sound music to his ears.
Jack stepped closer, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty breading on Rachel's neck. She shivered, her skin a canvas of pleasure. He kissed a trail down her body, his teeth grazing the crunchy crumbs, sending sparks of sensation through her. Rachel moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he licked and nibbled his way to her breasts.
He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, the breading adding an extra layer of sensation. Rachel's back arched, her breath coming in gasps as Jack's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She could feel her wetness pooling between her legs, her pussy begging for his touch.
Jack's hands roamed lower, his fingers finding the soft folds of her sex. Rachel's legs trembled as he parted her, sliding a finger into her warm, welcoming depths. She was already soaking wet, her juices mixing with the breading to create a delicious mess. "Jack," she whispered, her voice needy.
With a wicked smile, Jack pulled back, leaving Rachel panting for more. "Patience, my love," he said, his voice thick with lust. Rachel whimpered, her body craving his touch like a drug. He grabbed a handful of bread crumbs and sprinkled them over her glistening sex, the sound of them hitting her skin echoing in the room like a symphony of desire. Rachel's eyes widened as he leaned in, his tongue tracing the line of her slit, tasting the sweet and savory mix of her arousal and the seasoning.
Jack's mouth worked its magic, licking and sucking, Rachel's moans growing louder. She reached back to grip the edge of the table, her legs threatening to give out. Rachel had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and so incredibly aroused. The breading added a new dimension to the experience, a delightful contrast to the softness of her skin and the wetness of her pussy. It was a symphony of textures that heightened every sensation.
Jack's tongue flicked over her clit, the crunch of the bread crumbs against his teeth sending a shiver through Rachel's body. She bucked her hips, pushing herself against his mouth, desperate for release. He chuckled against her, the vibrations sending her spiraling closer to the edge. Rachel's nails dug into the wood of the table, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Sensing her impending climax, Jack stood up, his own cock demanding attention. He stepped behind Rachel, his cock nudging her ass. Rachel looked over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with lust. "Take me," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack didn't need another invitation. He pushed into her, the breading adding a delicious friction as he slid in and out of her tight, wet heat. Rachel's pussy clenched around him, her moans growing louder with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo of passion.
Jack reached around, his hand finding her clit, which was now swollen and sensitive. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, his thumb flicking the breaded nub as he plunged deeper into her. Rachel's body tightened, her muscles clenching around his cock as she approached orgasm. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice shaking.
Jack felt Rachel's body begin to tremble, her walls pulsing around him as she came. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he followed her over the edge, filling her with his hot, thick cum. They stood there, their bodies joined, both gasping for breath, the warmth of their shared pleasure enveloping them like a blanket.
As Rachel's orgasm subsided, Jack pulled out, leaving a trail of bread crumbs behind. Rachel straightened up, her legs wobbly from the intensity of her climax. They both laughed, the tension of the moment breaking. "Well, that was a new twist on dinner and a show," she said, her voice still breathless.
Jack stepped forward, his cock still hard, a smear of breading on his tip. "It's not over yet," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. Rachel's heart raced as she watched him grab a piece of chicken from the plate, the breading sticking to his cock. "Care for a taste?" he asked, holding it out to her.
Without a word, Rachel leaned in, her mouth closing around the chicken, her teeth grazing Jack's sensitive skin. She bit down, the breading crunching between her teeth, and Jack groaned, his cock jerking in response. Rachel chewed, savoring the mix of flavorsāchicken, breading, and Jackābefore swallowing.
Their eyes met, the connection between them sizzling. Rachel licked her lips, a smudge of breading clinging to her bottom lip. "I think I've got a taste for this," she murmured, a seductive smile spreading across her face. "And I'm not just talking about the chicken."
Jack's cock twitched at her words, the breading now a sticky mess of cum and chicken juices. Rachel reached up, her hand covered in the mixture, and wiped it across her husband's face, leaving a trail of crumbs on his cheek. "You're a mess," she said, her voice teasing. "But a delicious one."
Jack grinned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I aim to please," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her deeply, sharing the flavor of their shared desire. Rachel's hand slipped down to cup his balls, her fingers sticky with their combined arousal.
Breaking the kiss, Rachel stepped away, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "Let's clean up," she said, her voice still thick with lust. "Then we can start on the main course."
They moved to the kitchen sink, Rachel's ass jiggling with each step, the breading flaking off as she walked. The sight of her naked body, coated in the golden breading, was almost too much for Jack to handle. He reached out, his hand smacking her firm cheek, leaving a red handprint that stood out against the pale, crumb-covered skin. Rachel yelped, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Under the warm water, they washed each other off, the breading turning to a soggy paste as they rinsed away the evidence of their kinky play. Rachel's pussy was still sensitive, each stroke of Jack's hand sending jolts of pleasure through her. She leaned against the counter, her legs spread as he continued to clean her, his thumb occasionally slipping inside to tease her swollen clit.
Their kisses grew more urgent, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, rekindling the flames of desire. Rachel's hand found its way back to Jack's cock, now half-hard from the cool water. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching the bread crumbs slide off and disappear down the drain.
Jack groaned into Rachel's mouth, his hands exploring the contours of her wet body. He cupped her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, his fingers sliding into the crack. Rachel moaned, pressing herself closer, her body begging for more.
With a grin, Jack spun her around, bending her over the counter. Rachel's breath caught in her throat as Jack spread her cheeks, his tongue darting out to taste her again. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness of his tongue against her sensitive skin making her clit throb.
Jack's cock, now fully erect, slid back into her, the water from the sink making his entry smooth and easy. Rachel's walls clenched around him, her orgasm still a recent memory, making each thrust feel even more intense. She gripped the countertop, her knuckles turning white as Jack pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythmic thud.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of their passionāRachel's moans, Jack's grunts, and the slap of their bodies coming together. Rachel could feel another climax building, her toes curling in anticipation. Jack's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her, his own pleasure mounting.
Rachel threw her head back, her hair a wet tangle of desire. "Fuck me, Jack," she demanded, her voice a raw, animalistic growl. "Fuck me until I can't take it anymore."
Jack's response was to pick up the pace, his cock a relentless force inside her. Rachel's pussy clamped down, her body shaking as she came once more, her juices mingling with the breading on Jack's cock. He followed her over the edge, his cum filling her up, the taste of their love on their lips and the smell of their desire in the air.
They collapsed against each other, their hearts racing, their bodies sated. Rachel turned in Jack's arms, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming. "Best. Breading. Ever."
Jack chuckled, kissing her forehead. "I'm just getting started," he murmured, his cock already beginning to harden again. Rachel looked down, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Looks like we'll need some more breading," she said, reaching for the bowl.
"Couldn't stay away from your magic touch," Jack teased, his eyes lingering on the sway of Rachel's hips as she worked. She laughed, a sound that washed over him like a warm wave, making his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Well, I hope you're hungry," Rachel replied, turning around to reveal a plate of freshly sliced chicken breasts. "I've got something special planned for tonight."
Jack's eyes widened as Rachel placed the plate down on the counter and reached into the fridge for a bottle of beer. Her apron strings dangled tantalizingly, offering a peek at the crevice between her thighs. He took a swig, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. Rachel's culinary skills were legendary, but tonight, it wasn't just food on the menu.
"So, what's this special dish?" he asked, playing along with the game. Rachel smirked, pulling out ingredients for a homemade breading mix. "It's a little...unconventional," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
Jack's curiosity piqued, he leaned against the counter as Rachel began to mix flour, bread crumbs, and spices. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, the apron's neckline slipping to expose her erect nipples. She added a dash of paprika with a flourish, glancing over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. The tension in the room grew thick with desire, the air charged with an unspoken promise of something deliciously deviant.
Rachel turned to face him, a glint in her eye. "You remember my little...breading fetish?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. Jack's cock swelled at the memory of their past escapades. The thrill of watching her transform into a living, breathing snack had become an obsession for both of them.
With a nod, he handed her the beer, his eyes never leaving hers. Rachel took a sip before setting it down, her hand brushing against his as she did so. The electricity between them was palpable, the room a cauldron of lustful anticipation. She took a step closer, the apron gaping open to reveal her bare chest. "Would you like to watch?" she breathed, her voice a siren's call.
Jack's heart raced as Rachel took his hand and led him to the dining table. She laid out the breading station with meticulous care, the ingredients arranged in a tantalizing display. His cock throbbed as he watched her, knowing what was to come. Rachel turned to him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Strip," she ordered, and Jack was only too eager to obey.
With trembling hands, Rachel began to cover herself in the breading mix, her body glistening with a golden hue. She dipped her fingertips in the seasoned flour and traced them over her erect nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Jack's as she began to coat her breasts and stomach in the crunchy coating.
Jack's mouth watered as Rachel bent over the table, her ass begging for attention. He stepped closer, his cock at full mast, watching as she coated her thighs and calves, each movement a deliberate tease. Rachel looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "You know what happens next," she said, her voice husky with arousal.
The anticipation was exquisite as Jack reached out, his fingers grazing her flour-dusted skin. Rachel's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut. He took a step back, admiring his handiwork, his cock pulsing with need. "You look good enough to eat," he murmured, and Rachel giggled, the sound music to his ears.
Jack stepped closer, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty breading on Rachel's neck. She shivered, her skin a canvas of pleasure. He kissed a trail down her body, his teeth grazing the crunchy crumbs, sending sparks of sensation through her. Rachel moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he licked and nibbled his way to her breasts.
He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, the breading adding an extra layer of sensation. Rachel's back arched, her breath coming in gasps as Jack's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She could feel her wetness pooling between her legs, her pussy begging for his touch.
Jack's hands roamed lower, his fingers finding the soft folds of her sex. Rachel's legs trembled as he parted her, sliding a finger into her warm, welcoming depths. She was already soaking wet, her juices mixing with the breading to create a delicious mess. "Jack," she whispered, her voice needy.
With a wicked smile, Jack pulled back, leaving Rachel panting for more. "Patience, my love," he said, his voice thick with lust. Rachel whimpered, her body craving his touch like a drug. He grabbed a handful of bread crumbs and sprinkled them over her glistening sex, the sound of them hitting her skin echoing in the room like a symphony of desire. Rachel's eyes widened as he leaned in, his tongue tracing the line of her slit, tasting the sweet and savory mix of her arousal and the seasoning.
Jack's mouth worked its magic, licking and sucking, Rachel's moans growing louder. She reached back to grip the edge of the table, her legs threatening to give out. Rachel had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and so incredibly aroused. The breading added a new dimension to the experience, a delightful contrast to the softness of her skin and the wetness of her pussy. It was a symphony of textures that heightened every sensation.
Jack's tongue flicked over her clit, the crunch of the bread crumbs against his teeth sending a shiver through Rachel's body. She bucked her hips, pushing herself against his mouth, desperate for release. He chuckled against her, the vibrations sending her spiraling closer to the edge. Rachel's nails dug into the wood of the table, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Sensing her impending climax, Jack stood up, his own cock demanding attention. He stepped behind Rachel, his cock nudging her ass. Rachel looked over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with lust. "Take me," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack didn't need another invitation. He pushed into her, the breading adding a delicious friction as he slid in and out of her tight, wet heat. Rachel's pussy clenched around him, her moans growing louder with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo of passion.
Jack reached around, his hand finding her clit, which was now swollen and sensitive. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, his thumb flicking the breaded nub as he plunged deeper into her. Rachel's body tightened, her muscles clenching around his cock as she approached orgasm. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice shaking.
Jack felt Rachel's body begin to tremble, her walls pulsing around him as she came. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he followed her over the edge, filling her with his hot, thick cum. They stood there, their bodies joined, both gasping for breath, the warmth of their shared pleasure enveloping them like a blanket.
As Rachel's orgasm subsided, Jack pulled out, leaving a trail of bread crumbs behind. Rachel straightened up, her legs wobbly from the intensity of her climax. They both laughed, the tension of the moment breaking. "Well, that was a new twist on dinner and a show," she said, her voice still breathless.
Jack stepped forward, his cock still hard, a smear of breading on his tip. "It's not over yet," he said, a wicked glint in his eye. Rachel's heart raced as she watched him grab a piece of chicken from the plate, the breading sticking to his cock. "Care for a taste?" he asked, holding it out to her.
Without a word, Rachel leaned in, her mouth closing around the chicken, her teeth grazing Jack's sensitive skin. She bit down, the breading crunching between her teeth, and Jack groaned, his cock jerking in response. Rachel chewed, savoring the mix of flavorsāchicken, breading, and Jackābefore swallowing.
Their eyes met, the connection between them sizzling. Rachel licked her lips, a smudge of breading clinging to her bottom lip. "I think I've got a taste for this," she murmured, a seductive smile spreading across her face. "And I'm not just talking about the chicken."
Jack's cock twitched at her words, the breading now a sticky mess of cum and chicken juices. Rachel reached up, her hand covered in the mixture, and wiped it across her husband's face, leaving a trail of crumbs on his cheek. "You're a mess," she said, her voice teasing. "But a delicious one."
Jack grinned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I aim to please," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her deeply, sharing the flavor of their shared desire. Rachel's hand slipped down to cup his balls, her fingers sticky with their combined arousal.
Breaking the kiss, Rachel stepped away, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "Let's clean up," she said, her voice still thick with lust. "Then we can start on the main course."
They moved to the kitchen sink, Rachel's ass jiggling with each step, the breading flaking off as she walked. The sight of her naked body, coated in the golden breading, was almost too much for Jack to handle. He reached out, his hand smacking her firm cheek, leaving a red handprint that stood out against the pale, crumb-covered skin. Rachel yelped, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Under the warm water, they washed each other off, the breading turning to a soggy paste as they rinsed away the evidence of their kinky play. Rachel's pussy was still sensitive, each stroke of Jack's hand sending jolts of pleasure through her. She leaned against the counter, her legs spread as he continued to clean her, his thumb occasionally slipping inside to tease her swollen clit.
Their kisses grew more urgent, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, rekindling the flames of desire. Rachel's hand found its way back to Jack's cock, now half-hard from the cool water. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching the bread crumbs slide off and disappear down the drain.
Jack groaned into Rachel's mouth, his hands exploring the contours of her wet body. He cupped her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, his fingers sliding into the crack. Rachel moaned, pressing herself closer, her body begging for more.
With a grin, Jack spun her around, bending her over the counter. Rachel's breath caught in her throat as Jack spread her cheeks, his tongue darting out to taste her again. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness of his tongue against her sensitive skin making her clit throb.
Jack's cock, now fully erect, slid back into her, the water from the sink making his entry smooth and easy. Rachel's walls clenched around him, her orgasm still a recent memory, making each thrust feel even more intense. She gripped the countertop, her knuckles turning white as Jack pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythmic thud.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of their passionāRachel's moans, Jack's grunts, and the slap of their bodies coming together. Rachel could feel another climax building, her toes curling in anticipation. Jack's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her, his own pleasure mounting.
Rachel threw her head back, her hair a wet tangle of desire. "Fuck me, Jack," she demanded, her voice a raw, animalistic growl. "Fuck me until I can't take it anymore."
Jack's response was to pick up the pace, his cock a relentless force inside her. Rachel's pussy clamped down, her body shaking as she came once more, her juices mingling with the breading on Jack's cock. He followed her over the edge, his cum filling her up, the taste of their love on their lips and the smell of their desire in the air.
They collapsed against each other, their hearts racing, their bodies sated. Rachel turned in Jack's arms, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming. "Best. Breading. Ever."
Jack chuckled, kissing her forehead. "I'm just getting started," he murmured, his cock already beginning to harden again. Rachel looked down, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Looks like we'll need some more breading," she said, reaching for the bowl.
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