Houston, my rich restaurateur husband, came home from work one night and he seemed upset.
“Honey bear, what’s wrong muscle daddy hairykins?” I asked in my adult voice.
“We lost a cook at the restaurant tonight and tomorrow, I have a full house, ugh… I can cook but the front of the house will be without me and we need help,” Houston said in his concerned thinking voice.
I didn’t skip a beat, “My love, we share our problems together and we also share our solutions, hello, I’m your front of the house guy and I will shine for you.”
Houston smiled and grabbed me closer to him. He began to kiss me softly on my lips and then made his way to my ear where he nibbled on my lobe. Suddenly, he ripped off my shirt and pushed me up against the kitchen counter. I ripped his shirt off as well and we grinded chests peck to peck. Houston then reached down the back of my pants and found my starfish. I eagerly unzipped my pants and quickly unzipped Houston’s while pulling out his erect pulsating penis. Just then, a bottle of cooking oil fell from the shelf above us and covered our bodies. Glistening with oil, our muscles rubbed, flexed, and gleamed. Houston slid me around and found his way into my wet cookie hole.
“Yes!” I yelled, “get up in it.”
I reached down between my legs and fondled Houston’s shaft as it rammed inside my crack, my oiled fingers coaxed Houston’s balls as he moaned and grunted with each push into me. I reached further back and managed a finger inside his perky hole while I tapped and dialed for his prostate.
We both came violently and I screamed, “Everything, everything, EVERYTHING!!!!”
After our volcanic orgasms, I heard a voice on the other side of the kitchen counter, “Daddy Dean, will you read me a story for bed?”
My son Justice had a knack for walking in on Houston and I, especially when we were having sex everywhere, god. I grabbed a kitchen towel and covered up my sin.
“Honey, go back to your room so Daddy & Big Daddy Houston can wear clothes again, then I’ll grab that magazine on nursing care that you like so much,” I calmly stated.
“Okay Daddies,” Justice left.
The next night, the restaurant was packed with a line out the door, and just fun little me to manage everything. I thrived in the excitement of it all.
“This is so exciting!” I told a couple as I walked them to their table.
“What’s exciting?” They asked.
“This!” I said.
I then left them to go seat the next table. I was incredibly turned on by everything.
“How is the lobster?” A young woman asked.
I closed my eyes and imagined lobster, “Ooooh, it is so sexy, it is full of sex,” I then opened my eyes.
She then asked, “How is the venison?”
“I don’t know what that is but let me imagine it,” I closed my eyes again, “oooooh, sooo big, it’s soooo big, mmmmm.”
I checked on Houston in the kitchen and he was working very hard, this got me even more excited. I loved seeing my man cook and sweat.
“Dean, we need to push more desserts,” Houston grabbed a dessert tray, “here, take these around the restaurant and really sell them.”
“I would love to model these desserts,” I told Houston as he passed the tray to me.
I walked over to a table full of business men and propped the tray on a