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The second she got home from work, Yasuko threw a pot of water on the stove and dumped in half a box of pasta. Why was she always so hungry? It was barely six o’clock, and she’d spent half the day snacking at her desk. She was so sick of pasta—pasta, noodles, soups, microwave dinners—but that’s all she could bring herself to cook with Danny away on business. Sure she wanted a better meal, but she just didn’t have the patience to wait for it.
With the burner on high, Yasuko hopped up the stairs to throw on a tank top and yoga pants. She quickly unbuttoned her baby-pink blouse, then forced down her grey pinstriped skirt without remembering to unzip it first. The button popped off and the seam beneath it tore. “Aww crap!” Picking the skirt off the floor, she threw it on her pile of clothes in need of repair. As she pulled off her pantyhose, it occurred to her she wasn’t sure which of the stove burners she’d turned on—the back one, or the front?
Wearing a bra and cotton panties, she bolted out of the bedroom and arrived at the top of the stairs just as the front door swung open. Her heart stopped. Who could it be?
Yasuko stood at the top of the stairs looking down. Her husband stood in the doorway looking up.
“Oh my God! Danny!” Her feet barely seemed to touch the stairs as she coursed down. She flew from the bottom step into his waiting arms, and he swung her around with her toes hovering off the floor. “You’re home! I can’t believe it!”
Setting her down, Danny offered one of his trademark sexy smiles. “Well hello.” He leaned in close, came at her slowly, and pressed his perfect pink lips to hers.
His kisses made her faint, and she clung to his shoulders. Her eyes were still closed when she said, “Well hello to you too!” She took a step back and looked at her husband in his best blue suit. “Look at this—you’re all businessy and handsome. I bet everybody in Winnipeg was drooling all over you. I bet they could hardly keep their hands off your hot body.”
Taking her head in his hands, he kissed her lips again. “I never notice anybody but you.”
Her heart fluttered. “And you came home early just to see me?”
Before he could answer, a splashing, sizzling sound from the kitchen made Yasuko jump. “Aww crap!” She raced to the kitchen in her underwear. Turning the burner off, she shifted the overflowing pot to the cool space. “I forgot I’d put pasta on the stove.”
Danny followed along, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her hair. “That’s because you live a mile a minute,” he laughed. “You try to do a million things at once. Why not take your time? Put the water on and wait for it to boil before moving on to the next task.”
Even though her mother had told her the same thing forty times, when Danny said it, it seemed like an epiphany. Still, she argued, “It just seems like a waste of time, standing around doing nothing.”
He spun her around, and the glint in his eye weakened her knees and made her heart beat fast against her ribs. “I didn’t say you should do nothing, just stay in the room, keep an eye on things.” Sauntering to the stove, he picked up the pot and dumped its contents in the sink. The water poured out first, and then an inedible lump of burnt pasta fell with a thunk. Danny laughed and took a clean pot from the cupboard. “Why not let me cook?”
“No, no, no,” Yasuko cried, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “You just got home! Go change your clothes and get a little rest in. I’ll make dinner.”
Danny filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove before turning to say, “If you make dinner, I can’t have my snack.”
For a split second, she didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. And then, in one slick motion, he sent Yasuko’s cotton panties hurdling to the kitchen floor. Scooping her up by the underarms, Danny swept her up on top of the sturdy kitchen table. “Danny!” she squealed. She almost told him to stop this, don’t be silly, but how could she possibly turn him down in that gorgeous blue suit?
When he looked down at her with those nakedly lustful brown eyes, she leaned back on her elbows and knocked over either the saltshaker or the pepper mill—hard to tell which, since they were both behind her. Anyway, she was more interested in Danny’s perfect pink lips as he advanced on her thighs.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll spoil your appetite?” Yasuko teased. “Eating me before dinner?”
He pulled a kitchen chair close and sat down in front of her. “I’m not too concerned.”
Yasuko’s stomach hopped with intrepid desire as Danny’s lips landed hot on her inner thighs. He kissed a path—left thigh, right thigh, left thigh, right thigh—up to her impatient pussy. God, she wished she could see what he was seeing: glistening lips unfolding like a pink tropical flower, beckoning him with their nectar. He teased and tormented her with his fierce serenity, until finally he descended between her thighs.
Her muscles melted when she felt his hot tongue against her lips. Danny always started slow, and he wouldn’t rush things. When Yasuko got herself off, she wasn’t languorous about it—she knew exactly where to place her vibe and how to move it so she could come during a commercial break. Danny believed in building the internal pressure before allowing its release and, to be honest, the orgasms she had with him were completely different from the ones she had alone. She was glad he’d come home.
It was hard to tell exactly what Danny was doing between her legs. Was he pressing his tongue flat against her pussy lips and moving his head up and down, or was he licking her like a cat with cream? She couldn’t see much but the top of his head bobbing in the V of her thighs. Not that it much mattered what he was doing, as long as it felt amazing! Oh, and it did feel amazing. Danny was an expert when it came to oral sex. His passion for pussy drove her wild, and her body writhed on the table.
Picking up her swinging legs, Danny tossed Yasuko’s feet over his shoulders. When she crossed her ankles behind his back, trapping his face between her thighs, he lifted her from the table. Cupping her ass cheeks, he ate her harder. Her heart raced and her toes curled. She tried to dig her fingers into something, but there was nothing beneath her hands except the wooden table. He seemed to be gnawing at her pussy, actually devouring her clit, and she had a faint sense she’d be sore later, but right now she didn’t care. Whatever he was doing, it felt so damn good she’d let him do it all night even if it killed her.
On the stove, steam rose from the pasta pot. The burner gleamed bright orange beneath it. Should she warn Danny? Yes, she should…but…
With her ass in his hands, Danny consumed her like a greedy animal. She couldn’t give up this sensation. It was too good, too raw. In fact, she couldn’t even control the movements of her hips anymore. She pressed her pussy against his lips, covering his face with juice. Though his muzzle was clean-shaven, the smooth flesh of her lower lips was sensitive enough to feel the slight prickle of an incoming mane. It was such a pleasantly gritty contrast to the softness of his hot tongue that she ran her pussy past the perimeter of his mouth. She writhed on the table. She shoved her lips against his, thrusting her body up and down, side to side, in circles around his mouth—anything to build on the pressure Danny had created inside of her.
On the stove, the water boiled and splashed over the sides of the pot, but she wouldn’t let him go. The wave overtook her, throwing her back against the table. His passion had gone raw, and it seemed like there was no patience left for either of them. Yasuko bucked against his lips, crying, “Danny, the pasta! It’s time to add the pasta!”
She didn’t think he’d back away from her, but he did. He unhooked her legs as he rose. When he was out of his chair, she let her feet tall on it, but she couldn’t move another muscle. “Whole wheat rotini?” he asked. “Or spinach spaghettini?”
“Huh?” She could hardly breath, let alone speak. “Whatever…you want…” After a deep breath, she sighed and pulled the salt and pepper shakers out from under her back.
“See,” Danny said, “the key is to add the pasta to boiling water, not bring the pasta to a boil in cold water.”
Yasuko couldn’t stop panting. She didn’t want to talk about cooking. “Uh-huh…”
“And then you just turn the water down to low and let it simmer.” He set the timer. “Won’t boil over now.”
When Yasuko looked up from the table, Danny was standing very close with pussy juice still gleaming on his chin. “Your feet are on my chair,” he said with a smile.
His canine grin gleamed as he replied, “You didn’t think I was finished, did you?”
As she perched herself back up on her elbows, Danny reached around her to unclasp her bra. It fell just beneath her breasts, giving him enough room to dive at her nipples one by one. When he sucked them, the wave of orgasm came roaring back, knocking her mind off its feet. “Oh God, yes!” she cried. “My God, Danny, you are amazing!”
He dropped his pants. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Wait a sec,” he said. Waddling to the stove, Danny picked up a wooden spoon and stirred the pasta. “Don’t want the rotini to stick together,” he explained as he waddled back. When she laughed, he said, “What?”
Yasuko let him in between her legs. She tried to find something to perch her feet on, but Danny grabbed her ankles and threw them over his shoulders. “I don’t think you’ve ever been so wet,” he said, guiding his massive erection to her ready slit.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been so hard.”
For a moment, he just looked at her, running his cockhead up and down her pussy lips. She was so ready to feel him deep inside her body. She snarled, and he answered with a smirk. “You’ve never wanted to wait for anything.”
“I’ve waited all week for you to come home,” she reasoned, trying not to sound too much like she was begging him to fuck her.
He chuckled, circling his cockhead over her engorged clit. “Fair enough.” And, without another moment’s torture, he buried his erection in her pussy so fast it nearly shocked her. At first, all she could do was lie on the table and feel the bigness of his cock in her cunt. It took up all the room she had to offer.
Holding her thighs, he thrust in her body again and again. She placed her hands on the table to steady herself as he reamed her. Danny could be gentle. Danny always started slow. But, after a time, he wanted to get off just like she did. She felt almost dirty as he fucked her on the kitchen table.
Danny dropped her legs from his shoulders, and waddled back to the stove to give the pasta a stir. When he turned his back, Yasuko flipped off the table. Though she was on her feet, her knees were weak with arousal and she had to lean hard against the table to stay upright. Danny spun toward her and laughed. “You want me to take you from behind, huh?”
She only nodded and giggled as he waddled back with his slick shaft swinging side to side—he still hadn’t kicked off his dress pants and jockey shorts. He drew in very close and whispered in her ear, “You know me: I’ll give my girl what she wants.”
With a chuckle deep in her throat, Yasuko said, “She wants it from behind.”
“Then that’s what she gets.” And, as her breasts met the salt spilled across the table, Danny pierced her. He went deep inside, deeper than he’d been before. It panged, he got so far in, but she just clenched her muscles and pushed back against the barrage of thrusts. Her ass met his pelvis, and she could feel his pubic hair against her flesh. The harder she clasped his shaft with her pussy muscles, the more noise he made. He pumped faster, holding her by the hips and veritably knocking her over with the force of his entry. She felt dirtier than ever now—a combination of knowing he could see her asshole and being covered in salt.
Finally, she couldn’t keep up with the speed of his thrusting. She held very still and milked his cock with her cunt until he came to an abrupt stop. “Ah!” he cried. “God!” He smacked her ass, and growled, and smacked it again.
Yasuko lay panting across the table as Danny held perfectly still. “Wow,” she said. “That was worth the wait.”
After a few deep breaths, Danny said, “Let’s hope we can say the same for dinner!” He pulled out and dressed before shuffling to the stove to give the pot a stir.
By the time Yasuko cleaned up and tossed on some clothes, dinner was ready and on the table. Danny had even fixed a quick salad, grated cheese for the pasta, and washed down the table.
“I have news,” he said as they sat down to their first meal together in a week. “Remember the promotion to VP I applied for a few years ago?”
She thought back. “Kind of…we’d only just met each other then, but I remember you talking about it.”
Excitement gleamed in his eyes. “I got it.”
“Oh my God!” She should have known better than to think Danny would ever give up on something he wanted. Jumping from her chair, she met him mid-hug and planted a congratulatory kiss on his masterful lips. “Danny, that’s great! I’m so proud of you!”
“It’s what I always say—if you work hard, you’ll get what you want.” He picked up her fork and fed her a mouthful of the delicious meal he’d made for her. “You just have to be willing to wait for it.”