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Kitchen sex
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As we enjoyed our coffee in the kitchen, my wife let Jim know her intentions.
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Just don't try cooking at the same time
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My wife and I have had lots of sex when we were younger (and more flexible). One time we were having sex on the kitchen floor of our apartment while waiting for her parents to visit for the weekend. We finished right as they were pulling into the complex's parking lot
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Bent over the worktop with your panties around your ankles?
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I was visiting my parents at the home of my teen years, where I had had sex in my room, in the game room basement, on the couch in the living room, and in the upstairs bathroom. However, since I hadn't lived there as an adult, some rooms remained unsullied.
It was summer, and we had a backyard barbecue. My mom invited several of her friends, including Rita, whose son was my high school boyfriend. To my surprise, he was visiting and joining his mom for the party.
It was great catching up with him, and we reminisced about sneaking into my room for sex whenever possible, and about the weekend my parents went to NYC and left me alone to play house with… let’s call him Anthony, for the weekend.
Well, those conversations were very flirty, and when I cleared plates to bring them in to wash, he joined me.
The kitchen window faces the backyard, so I could see everyone out there, grilling and enjoying the Rochester summer evening… and that’s when Anthony came in with a load… of dishes. He put them down and stood behind me. We were past words in this flirtatious mode, and I pushed my ass back against him. In a flash, my skirt was up, my thong was around my ankles, and he was buried deep inside me from behind.
I don’t remember why Anthony and I broke up, but it certainly wasn’t over the size of his cock or his skills. Once inside, he literally lifted me off my feet as I was partially bent over the sink holding on the ride.
There were so many spontaneous orgasm factors at work here: 1) Old boyfriend, 2) the illicit nature of the location, 3) no questions asked sex. 4) the unspoken request for sex on both our parts.
The fact was, it was quick. We both climaxed incredibly fast, and I even dropped a dish when I finished, which broke in the sink.
My mom, who has always had antennae ears, looked up and asked (from the outside) if everything was all right. Between gasps for air, I told her it was fine. I broke a dish. She started to rise to help clean, but I told her there were shards on the floor and that I needed to sweep them up.
Anthony withdrew and handed me a dishcloth to clean up the mess he left.
I cleaned myself, cleaned up the broken dish, and went back to the party, straightening myself out.
An hour later, Anthony left to take his mother home and then texted me from the Airport Marriott, where we picked up our activities.
So I've checked off the kitchen. Thanksgiving is coming up; I may call Anthony to see if he can help me change out the storm windows in my mother’s sewing room.
It was summer, and we had a backyard barbecue. My mom invited several of her friends, including Rita, whose son was my high school boyfriend. To my surprise, he was visiting and joining his mom for the party.
It was great catching up with him, and we reminisced about sneaking into my room for sex whenever possible, and about the weekend my parents went to NYC and left me alone to play house with… let’s call him Anthony, for the weekend.
Well, those conversations were very flirty, and when I cleared plates to bring them in to wash, he joined me.
The kitchen window faces the backyard, so I could see everyone out there, grilling and enjoying the Rochester summer evening… and that’s when Anthony came in with a load… of dishes. He put them down and stood behind me. We were past words in this flirtatious mode, and I pushed my ass back against him. In a flash, my skirt was up, my thong was around my ankles, and he was buried deep inside me from behind.
I don’t remember why Anthony and I broke up, but it certainly wasn’t over the size of his cock or his skills. Once inside, he literally lifted me off my feet as I was partially bent over the sink holding on the ride.
There were so many spontaneous orgasm factors at work here: 1) Old boyfriend, 2) the illicit nature of the location, 3) no questions asked sex. 4) the unspoken request for sex on both our parts.
The fact was, it was quick. We both climaxed incredibly fast, and I even dropped a dish when I finished, which broke in the sink.
My mom, who has always had antennae ears, looked up and asked (from the outside) if everything was all right. Between gasps for air, I told her it was fine. I broke a dish. She started to rise to help clean, but I told her there were shards on the floor and that I needed to sweep them up.
Anthony withdrew and handed me a dishcloth to clean up the mess he left.
I cleaned myself, cleaned up the broken dish, and went back to the party, straightening myself out.
An hour later, Anthony left to take his mother home and then texted me from the Airport Marriott, where we picked up our activities.
So I've checked off the kitchen. Thanksgiving is coming up; I may call Anthony to see if he can help me change out the storm windows in my mother’s sewing room.
