W e enjoyed the symphony last night. Tammi loved going to live performances, and so did I — going together was even better. I loved Tammi at my side, and she was all smiles. I felt like I had the hottest babe of all the men and couldn't help seeing how they looked at her — I was so glad she was mine!

The next day I called home from work. Tammi said she was planning eggplant parmesan for dinner and asked that I pick up an appropriate wine. I stopped by a wine store and picked up a cold bottle of Lambrusco, a nice Italian sweet red wine. I knew that eggplant parmesan was a lot of work, so I planned to leave work a little early so I could help Tammi out.

When I got home Tammi met me at the door with her usual delightful kiss. She was wearing a kitchen apron. I took her into my arms and pulled her close, squeezing one of her buns in my hand — it was bare!

"You're naked under the apron!" I declared.

"I just wanted to get you in the mood for dessert," she said, "Is that okay?"

"It's more than okay," I responded, "You know I'm always in the mood for one of your desserts!"

"Then get changed and help me with dinner," she said. I went to the bedroom and changed into casual clothes, leaving off my trousers, as Tammi expected. I entered the kitchen as Tammi was bending over, removing the baked eggplant slices from the oven. My breathing changed as I viewed her beautiful derriere. The Lambrusco was still on the kitchen counter, so I put it in the fridge to stay cold.

I saw a bottle of olive oil and put a little on my finger. Once Tammi had safely set down the pan, I put my hand on her bare cheeks, slipping my lubed finger between them. Tammi stiffened and sighed, but spread her feet apart, as if inviting me in. I moved my finger up and down, pausing at her pussy entrance as she turned her head to me for a kiss. Our tongues danced as I slipped my finger into Tammi. She was visibly tenting the apron, as my arousal grew.

"We'll never get dinner done this way," she said, "You want dinner, don't you?"

"I'm eager for any meal you make," I replied, "But dessert as well."

"Then be better get to it," she said, "So let's focus on that, and make sure you wash your hands real good before touching any food."

I obediently washed my hands and helped Tammi layer the eggplant slices with marinara sauce, bechamel and cheese, kind of like lasagna. We popped it in the oven and Tammi set the timer for 20 minutes. "Do we have time for an appetizer?" I asked.

"As long as we don't take it very far," she said, "I've got plans for later." That meant arousal, but no climax, which was challenging, but wonderfully enjoyable.

Tammi went to the dining room table and moved a place setting aside, leaning over the table, spreading her feet as wide as she could, leaving me no doubt as to her expectations. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face into her cheeks, eagerly licking her pussy, while reaching between her legs to fondle her clitty. Tammi moaned with approval, as I imagined an even better dessert after dinner.

Then she stood up and turned to face me, lifting her apron, offering my her aroused clitty. I took her into my mouth and put my hands on her buns, pulling her close to me. I only sucked her a few minutes before she told me to stop, and helped me to my feet.

"That's all for now," she said, "You can have the rest after dinner." I was thoroughly aroused from pleasuring Tammi. It wouldn't take much to take me all the way, but I held back, not wanting to spoil the occasion.

Tammi reset the table and I opened the wine, pouring glasses for both of us.

As we enjoyed our dinner Tammi commented, "This is surprisingly good — I never thought I'd like eggplant."

"That's because it doesn't taste like eggplant," I said, "The best eggplant doesn't taste like eggplant."

"Then what's the point?" she asked, giggling, "it seems kind of silly to use an ingredient you whose taste you have to cover up."

"It does sound kind of strange," I agreed, "But the recipe works."

We finished dinner and I helped clear the dishes. Tammi was still dressed only in her apron, which was driving me wild. "Well, I'm ready for dessert," I said, "How about you?"

Tammi faced me and removed the apron, standing before me completely naked, and as lovely as ever!

I took her into my arms, kissing her deeply, while fondling her soft, round cheeks.

"Fun in the kitchen is great," she said, "But we'll be more comfortable in the bedroom."

I agreed and we headed to the bedroom, where Tammi proceeded to undress me.

"I see you’re ready for action," she said, squeezing my cock firmly and smiling, "Why didn't you let me know, poor dear?"

"You've been driving me wild since I got home!" I exclaimed.

"Isn't that what a wife is supposed to do?" she asked, demurely.

Tammi was clearly the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my time with! Then she added to my delight by dropping to her knees and taking me into her mouth. I was the luckiest guy in the world, but it was all I could do to avoid climax.

"I better stop before it's too late," she said, standing up and leading me to the chair we had used before.

She lubed me thoroughly, then sat on my lap, sliding down over my erect cock. The feel of her warmth gripping me was incredible. We kissed as she began to move up and down. This was clearly a position Tammi favored, and I was liking it more and more as we rode together. I caressed Tammi's breasts and gently squeezed her nipples. She was more turned on than I'd ever seen her before, and soon she climaxed without my even touching her clitty. I knew from the hardening of her nipples and the way she tightened around me even before I felt her squirting on my belly.

Tammi stopped and we embraced. I hadn't climaxed but was just happy that Tammi had. She stood up and said, "Stay there and I'll clean you up." She stepped out and returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned me up.

"You didn't cum yet, did you?" she said.

"That's okay," I said, "You did, and I think we've just discovered your favorite position."

"Maybe so," Tammi agreed, "But I have to finish things up." She knelt and took me into her mouth — this time taking me to completion.

I stood up, helping Tammi to her feet and held her close. We each put on our robes and went to the living room. Tammi found a movie for us to watch as I went to the kitchen to pour the rest of the wine.

We sat close together on the couch until bedtime — snuggling as we drifted off to sleep was often the very best of a wonderful day!

  To be continued . . .

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