Brenda & Keith

One of my favorite things to do on my day off is sleep in late and read the newspaper in bed.  When I’m hungry; I get up and fix something simple for me and my husband Keith

 

.A few weeks ago, Saturday morning started in that usual way.  I was awake and reading the paper, and I thought Keith was downstairs exercising.  He yelled up and asked if I could come down.  I hesitated, because I wasn’t ready to give up my comfortable spot in bed yet.  He called to me again, so I forced myself out from under the covers.  He was waiting for me downstairs in the kitchen. 

 

What a surprise!  This was not a usual Saturday morning.  Keith stood there with a big bowl in his hand and said he was making me breakfast, and the waffles were almost ready.  “What’s the occasion?” I asked, and he said no reason, he just wanted to treat me to a homemade breakfast for a change. 

 

I was impressed.  The smells of coffee brewing in the pot and waffles baking on the iron were delicious.  I pinched a corner off one of the waffles already on the table to steal a taste.  It was as good as it smelled.

 

Keith asked me to rinse some blueberries while he sliced strawberries.  But first, he picked up a big ripe juicy one and fed it to me.  When I bit into it the juice ran down the side of my chin.  Keith licked it off.  He popped another berry into his own mouth, leaned over, and planted a big strawberry kiss on my lips.  Of course, the juice squirted all over my lips, and Keith licked it off again.  I have to tell you, strawberries never tasted sweeter!

 

The aroma of waffles filled the air when Keith lifted the lid on the iron to check on his creations.  The perfect, fluffy, golden brown waffle looked wonderful!  He sprinkled a combination of blueberries, strawberries, and raspberries on top and finished it off with a generous mound of sweet frothy whipped cream.

 

With a devilish look in his eyes, knowing how much I love whipped cream, he told me to stick out my tongue.  He squirted a dollop of the cream onto it.  Yum!  I slurped and licked my lips, and Keith laid a big kiss on me.  It was sweet and warm and we both laughed at the mess we had on our faces.

 

We were just getting started though, because Keith had something unusual in mind.  He told me I was next… he wanted to serve me up like a waffle!  I hadn’t realized he was feeling so randy this morning.  I tingled with anticipation of where his little game would lead.  He lifted me up onto the counter.  Then he picked up a handful of berries and waffles and fed them to me.  That’s when we really started to make a mess! 

 

I have to admit I’ve always wanted to smear something gooey on Keith’s face, so I shot a scoop of whipped cream into my palm and did just that.  But I did it affectionately, and Keith happily played along.  He laughed, and I hugged and kissed him, even though he was a mess.  He retaliated by feeding me a piece of waffle smothered with whipped cream which got all over my face.  I jumped off the counter laughing and we ended up chasing each other with handfuls of berries and cream. He grabbed me around the waist and I jumped up and clamped my legs around him.  He said I was in “big trouble” now, and I told him to bring it on. 

 

He lowered me to the kitchen floor.  Kissing me as he undid the buttons on the front of my nightgown, he moved down to my breasts, gently kissing and caressing them.  I closed my eyes and savored the sensations.  At the same time he reached for the chocolate syrup sitting on the counter.  Suddenly he rose up, straddled me, flipped the top open on the chocolate and squirted it in on my chest.  What a devil!  He circled it around my breasts, made a little chocolate heart on my stomach, and then drizzled it down toward my pussy. 

 

The sticky sweetness tingled as it slid over my body.  Keith licked the chocolate off my nipples, saying breakfast had never tasted so good.  My body moved hungrily toward his touch.  He followed the chocolate trail down my stomach and past my belly button.  Oh my!  I couldn’t have kept my legs closed even if I had wanted to!  Keith was hitting my personal sweet spots now, but I was still feeling playful and didn’t want to go there yet. 

 

I wiggled away and rolled him on his back.  It was his turn now.  I grabbed his shorts and yanked them off.  Grabbing the honey, I drizzled it on his chest and abs.  Then I rubbed some onto his nipples and sucked it off.  It was the sweetest breakfast I’d ever had.

 

I wanted more whipped cream now and I was feeling naughty, so I aimed it at his dick, making a creamy spiral from the base to the tip.  It looked like a peppermint stick and I reminded him how much I loved to suck peppermint sticks.  Keith’s eyes rolled back in his head… he loved the thought of what was coming.  I don’t know what came over me, but I plunged his big peppermint stick dick all the way into my mouth.  Usually I don’t rush it like that, but this wasn’t our usual lovemaking …. and I could tell by Keith’s sighs and his pelvis rising up off the floor that I was doing a good job! 

 

We were having too much fun to stop so I took one last suck and then sat up on his stomach.  By now I was hungry for real, so I grabbed some waffles, took a bite, and then rubbed them all over his chest.  I picked up another waffle, took another bite, and then rubbed it over my own chest.  I squirted whipped cream into Keith’s mouth and then squirted some in his belly button and on his nipples.  Last, I covered my nipples in whipped cream.  Keith looked really hungry now too… and I don’t mean for food. 

 

As he pulled me close and sucked the cream off my nipples I felt his dick stiffen.  I pulled away and drizzled chocolate over it.  Oooh, now it looked like an inviting chocolate popsicle and no way could I resist licking it.  It was yummy, and Keith was moaning with delight.   After I licked it clean, I straddled him and gently slid down onto it.  I moved up and down on him, slowing the pace and forgetting about the food and the games. 

 

But Keith wasn’t done yet.  He rolled me over onto my back, spread my legs and sprayed a circle of whipped cream around my pussy.

 

The cold creamy texture against my sensitive lips was a strange but stimulating feeling.  Keith licked all the cream off, and kept going, licking me until I was wriggling uncontrollably with pleasure.  He pushed his tongue in and out of me and flicked at my clit.  Just when I though I couldn’t take any more, he rose up and thrust his dick into me. 

 

Our desire for each other was intense.  Keith’s thighs were taut and his eyes were closed, lost in his own world, as he thrust into me again and again.  I moaned as he gasped for air and we reached our peak together.  We climaxed in a sweet moment of rapture that was the perfect dessert to this unexpected breakfast delight. 

 

Keith dropped back to the floor next to me, exhausted.  We laid there against the cool tiles, satisfied, catching our breath.  Everything was calm and quiet and we basked in the moment.  Our breathing slowed as our heartbeats returned to normal.  We were still in another world... and each in our own world. 

 

Then we turned to each other, and what a sight.  Chocolate, whipped cream and honey everywhere!   We burst out laughing. 

 

Wow.  What a great start to the weekend.  I cuddled up against him and told him he could make me breakfast any time he wanted.

 

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Surely the next stop for Brenda and Keith was the shower!

 

Even if you haven’t been experimenting with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, the bathtub or shower is a great place for sexual encounters.  Warm water helps put many people in the right mood, as Gail and her husband Robert found out…