As soon as Garrett’s left hand slid up to cup Melanie’s breast, her phone whistled and chirped.

The couple laughed, peeking over at the brightened screen. Yvonne, whom they had invited to dinner along with her husband, Reuben, had just sent Melanie a text message.

“You think they know where you’re putting your hands?” She enclosed her hand over her husband’s, helping him squeeze her breast. The two had gotten a bit frisky in the kitchen as they prepared dinner, his hands gliding over her hips and ass, and crawling up her back, before he reached around for a grope of his wife’s tit.

“They probably have no idea that we do things like this,” he answered. “They probably think it’s one Saturday a month, under the covers with the lights off, if even that.” His mouth was wet on her neck as he spoke.

Melanie grabbed her phone, tapping around on the screen. “Yvonne says they’re stopping for garlic bread. ETA fifteen minutes.”

Clark and Erin would be a bit later than that. The three couples were finally getting together for dinner at Garrett and Melanie’s place, needing to catch up, as busy schedules had intervened for far too long. There would be fettuccine Alfredo with chicken and mushrooms, roasted veggies, some kind of dessert surprise, at least two bottles of wine, the aforementioned garlic bread, and probably a silly card game. Garrett and Melanie’s kids had been at a friend’s pool and pizza party since mid-afternoon, and would be gone till after dark, so the couple had an almost unprecedented relaxing hour to do nothing but boil the pasta and make sure the veggies didn’t burn.

The music streaming from Melanie’s phone to their Bluetooth speaker was a sexy, light melody of percussion, strings, and bass, with soft female vocals in Italian.

“Fitting music,” Garrett said, his hands resuming their place on Melanie’s hips. “You know how to set the mood.”

“We can boil the pasta now. As long as we rinse it in cold water, it can sit, and tossing it with the sauce will bring it back to life.”

“You are so fucking sexy when you’re all organized.” Garrett planted a kiss on his wife’s neck as the two watched the water come to a boil in the huge pot on the stove. With one handful of ass and one handful of tit, he continued, “I can’t wait to get some of this tonight.” He hoped she could feel the firmness of his half-engorged manhood pressing into her hip.

Melanie felt it, and smiled. “Mmm, the way you’re acting,” she said, turning to face him, “you may actually not wait till tonight.” She encircled his neck with her arms, leaning up for a kiss. A kiss full of energy and tongue, not a soft peck. When the kids weren’t around, these two made it a point to keep the passion alive, not letting their sixteen years of marriage dissolve their newlywed bliss too much. Before and during their dinner prep, their brushes, gropes, kisses, and innuendos amounted to extended foreplay.

“Oh, fuck, Mellie,” he growled, pulling her close, so that her motherly breasts pressed into him. “I could take you right here.” When they were dating, long ago, he picked up on the fact that she hated being called “Mel”, so he landed on the name “Mellie” when he was feeling frisky in general, or toward the culmination of fellatio or intercourse in particular.

“Is that so?” she teased, swirling her tongue into his. Nothing wrong with a bout of sex tonight in bed after the kids had gone to sleep, but that would have to be normal, and quiet and secluded. She tingled as she quickly devised an alternative.

Melanie popped open the box of fettuccine and dumped it into the briskly boiling water. “You have…” her eyes scanned the instructions, box in one hand, phone in the other. “Ummm… Ah! Nine to eleven minutes.” She gave the pasta a quick stir and dropped the box on the counter, facing Garrett, smiling, breasts jutting enticingly as she leaned back on the counter.

The phone beside his wife was counting down from nine minutes, as if to urge Garrett into action. “You’re serious?” His hand went straight down to the crotch of her Capri pants, lightly gliding up and down over the zipper, testing her offer. Instead of moving her hand away, she moved hers to his crotch.

“Oh, yes,” she giggled as she groped the familiar semi-bulge. “If you think you can finish what you started.”

“Challenge accepted,” he replied, excitedly, reaching under the hem of her top to undo her pants button and pull the zipper tab. Before the timer got to 8:30, his fingers were ruffling the pubes of her landing strip and slithering down into her crease. Locking his lips with hers as he pushed her against the cabinet, he wiggled his middle finger, then his ring finger too, into her moist opening, reaching far enough to probe and curl his fingers.

“Mmm, fuck, yes!” Melanie unzipped her husband’s shorts, snaking her hand inside to wrap her hand around his dick through his boxers. Massaging firmly, she worked the cotton and the bulge inside until his cock poked through the hole in the fly. Humming and huffing, they stood there for a moment masturbating each other till she was nice and juicy and he was nice and hard.

Garrett wasn’t worried about extending her pleasure since they were racing against the timer. He knew he could get off in five minutes, but he didn’t want to have to sit through dinner and game night with an unsatisfied wife, so he calculated how to bring her to climax as soon as he could. She had already undone his shorts and pushed them down with his boxers, so he stepped out of them as he lifted her top up and over her head. With her pants down around her thighs, he bent down and wrapped his arms tightly around her hips. Lifting her with his face planted in her bra-covered tits, he plonked her ass down on the kitchen counter. Her pants turned inside out as he peeled them down her legs. Her panties were sexy as fuck, peach-colored satin and lace with a wide band low around her hips, but he had no time to admire them as he stripped them down and dropped them on the counter.

The marble surface in the bathroom was a perfect height for a standing fuck, but the kitchen counter was much higher, not allowing penetration without using a stool or something, which they had done before when they had plenty of time to work out the logistics. No worries — Garrett had a magic tongue, as Mellie liked to say.

Sixteen years of marriage, with no lulls or declines to speak of in sexual intimacy, had given Garrett the experience needed to satisfy his wife in all manner of positions and with all manner of body parts and techniques. Normally he’d be a slow, sensual tease while leading up to oral sex, but this scenario called for something different. Going straight for the clitoris would result in a scream, a recoil, and probably a punch, but a slight pause to ease onto it was worth the few seconds of navigation.

“Oh, you shaved her this morning, didn’t you?” His lips moved smoothly over the bare skin on each side of her neat landing strip.

“I had a feeling you’d have your face down there tonight.”

Slipping his tongue into her vaginal opening, and kissing and sucking her labia gave her a chance to brace for impact, so a few seconds later, she squirmed with delight rather than displeasure when his mouth captured the sensitive swollen bud.

“Oohh, Fuck, Gare,” she moaned, lying back on the cold marble countertop. “Yes!”

Garrett spread his wife’s labia open, gazing into the juicy pink hole, blowing over the surface before diving back in. She sat up, closing her thighs around his head, grabbing his hair to hold him in place while his tongue fucked her hole. He made sure not to stay away from her clit, licking up into the top of her crease between vigorous probes.

Sliding his hands up Melanie’s back while he devoured his appetizer, Garrett unhooked her bra. She had kicked off one of her flats as they scrambled into oral sex position, so after he pulled the other one free, she was totally naked sprawled out on the kitchen counter. His lips and tongue resumed their aggressive assault after she grabbed his shirt and ungracefully pulled it over his head. He was still in his socks and shoes, but he didn’t see that as a problem to take the time to fix.

Sucking and slurping on his wife’s pussy as she lay back on the counter with her legs spread wide, he grabbed his dick, starting to jack himself off. His tongue swirled around her vaginal opening and her clit, massaging more than teasing, as his fist slid up and down his raging boner.

“Oh, fuck, Mellie, you’re so hot,” Garrett panted, glazing her inner thigh with his lips and tongue, hot breath on her skin, while he diddled her clit with a thumb. He stood up just enough to drool a stream of spit into his other hand as it was clamped around his dick. Obscene squishing sounds filled the kitchen as his hand jacked his slimy stiff cock and he twisted three fingers up into Melanie’s pussy.

“Cock,” she groaned, sitting up. “Inside.” She glared at her husband, one hand helping with clit duty and another gripping his hair. “Now!”

She was already scooting toward the edge of the counter, and Garrett grabbed her to steady her as her feet hit the floor. Spinning her to face the cabinet, he kicked her legs apart and bent at the knees, grabbing his throbbing cock to position the tip up into her crotch. Under four minutes showed on the timer when she glanced at it.

“Ooof!” Melanie lurched forward when she was impaled, crushed against the kitchen cabinet. “Oh, fuck, yes, uhh,” she groaned as she felt the familiar sensation of Garrett’s hard cock stuffing her from behind. She knew he’d mash on her clit, so she was content to just spread out. Tits down on the cold marble countertop, her body was rocked with her husband’s powerful thrusts. Sure enough, he reached around to diddle her clit, massaging the firm, engorged nub while he fucked her.

“Fuck, Mellie, I wanna make you cum.” His thrusts were almost frantic, quick and shallow while he massaged her clit.

“Gonna. Getting there.” She laughed as their sex life flashed before her eyes. Slow, sensual, intimate lovemaking, taking the time to give each other prolonged pleasure sessions, were the norm. They would edge themselves and each other, not a “denial” kink that they had heard and read about, but just to prolong and maximize sexual pleasure. But once in a while, they needed a good hard rough animalistic fuck.

Garrett now pounding her from behind bent over the kitchen counter was just that hot and dirty sex they both needed. He tugged a handful of her hair while his hips crashed into her rippling ass time and time again. He grabbed her hips and ass while he watched his dick, slick with her nectar, drive into her at a torrid pace. They traded grunts and expletives as the fucked each other toward their orgasms.

Melanie held one of her own tits when Garrett worked his hand under her chest to grab the other. Her fingers caressed his penetrating cock while his groped her clit. She was the first one to reach her climax, squealing and wiggling and panting in long, heavy breaths. “Fuck, yes, give it to me,” she managed to say.

Garrett grunted and released when he was sure Melanie’s orgasm had peaked. “Ohhh, yeahhhh,” he moaned, pushing his hips forward as his balls pumped their contents through his pulsing shaft into his wife’s clenching vagina.

Usually, penetrating her from behind would begin with soft kisses to her neck and ears, but he had totally neglected that as their passionate fuck consumed them. But after their shared climax, his lips and tongue found her soft and salty skin, kissing her affectionately as he stood, bent over behind her. Their breathing eventually slowed as their hands continued to roam, his cock still lodged firmly inside her.

Beepity-beepy-booo. Beepity-beepy-booo. Beepity-beepy-booo. Melanie’s phone alerted them that it was time to check the pasta!

Garrett backed away from his giggling wife, his dick horizontal, wet and dripping. He quickly grabbed a couple of paper towels off the nearby roll as Melanie ran her hands under the tap. Shutting off the timer, she stirred the pasta and brought the spoon out with a few noodles draped over it. Grabbing one with her fingernails, she wiggled and blew on it to cool it.

It was firm, but she was able to pinch it in half. Dangling a piece for Garrett to sample, she popped the other into her mouth.

“Al Dente!” Melanie declared. “You think that’s good?”

“Yep, just right.” He mopped up a bead of semen that had oozed from his tip with the wet paper towels, noticing the load that he had injected into Melanie’s pussy was escaping and running down her leg.

“One more,” she said as she grabbed another noodle. Yes, she swiped it up her inner thigh, gathering blobs of thick pearly white cum that was making its way down toward her knee. “Mmm, yummy with the warm cream sauce!” Garrett shook his head, open-mouthed, watching his wife pop the cum-soaked fettuccine into her mouth and savor it.

The two of them worked together to drain the pasta and rinse it a bit to keep it from sticking together. Job done, they started to get dressed, in whatever order order they could as they found each piece of discarded clothing.

“We don’t need a timer next time we have pasta,” Garrett joked. “We’ll just fuck, and when we’re done, the pasta’s done, right?”

“They need to print that on the box.”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Fuck, really?” Melanie looked at her phone as she scrambled to retrieve her panties from the counter. “Fuck, Yvonne, that was never fifteen minutes!” After putting themselves together, the couple gave each other a look-over to make sure buttons and zippers were done up and drips were wiped away before answering the door.

A bit nervous, hoping they hadn’t left any evidence of their quickie kitchen fuck in view, the couple greeted Yvonne and Reuben, welcoming them with hugs and handshakes. As their friends set their dinner contributions down and settled themselves, Garrett made sure to wipe down the kitchen counter, barely able to suppress a smile as he recounted the raunchy scene from just a few minutes before, the counter absorbing his wife’s naked naughty bits and probably some pussy juice and saliva.

He and Melanie took turns disappearing into the back of the house for a minute or two each, to make sure they were presentable. Garrett wiped his dick, which hadn’t quite had time to soften fully before the guests arrived, one last time so that his leaking tip wouldn’t produce a wet spot. Melanie removed her panties, which were wet and creamy with her and her husband’s cum, and quite fragrant with the smell of sex, replacing them with fresh undies.

When everyone was back together in the living room, the four friends chatted, waiting for the third couple to arrive. Yvonne noticed Melanie’s flushed skin, and there was something about her hair. The two ladies exchanged knowing glances, and their subtle smiles were a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Oh yes, Yvonne knew.