He filled the bucket on his wash stand, stripped his shirt, lathered with soap and scrubbed his upper body clean. He looked up to see that the kitchen curtain had been pulled aside. His wife's pretty face was visible, unabashedly watching the show. Her lips were slightly parted. He pointed to her, threatening teasingly that she better run and hide. Lunch and an hour of rest were needed, but there was something else that required tending first.
He opened the door and poked his head around it. "Here I come, ready or not, sweet thing," he called playfully. She squealed. She was still in the kitchen. He found her there backed up against the sink, her eyes wide and dancing gaily, her lips red and inviting, curved in a big smile. She jumped as he lunged, but he caught her around the waist, and held her, and tickled her. He had her squirming and wriggling and shrieking in laughter and delight. He tasted those red lips, kissing her softly at first, then searchingly, as he moved his hand from where he had been gripping her ribs, upward to feel her breasts. She squirmed around to be backed against him, and with his other hand he felt down over her belly and up under the skirt of her dress. She was already wet, so he slipped his hand down the front of her underwear and felt into her with his middle finger, rubbing her there while mauling her neck and kissing her mouth from the side.
Nick lifted his wife and carried her to the living room. He stood her in front of the couch and sat down. She peered down at him as he removed her underwear from her legs. She participated willingly, lifting each foot to take them off completely. He then undid his jeans and pushed them and his shorts down, freeing his erection to stand upright as he rested back in the couch.
His wife's hands were shaking slightly as he took them and gently guided her forward. She knelt either side of his thighs and as she lowered she guided his penis into place, capturing it and sinking down on it, the heat from her sex spilling over him and tenderly caressing as she began to rotate her hips.
"Like that?" she said softly, biting down on her smile. Her eyes slowly closed though, and when they opened they kind of rolled back and then reset with a blissful glaze. "Mmm, like that," she uttered again, but it was not a question that time. She had ceased rolling her hips and was then grinding and gyrating, her slick heat rubbing down hard against the upper side of his penis. Internally she was molten hot and the suction of her inner folds was strong as she moved back, pulling on him, and then, as she squirmed forward, mashing herself over the swollen base of his shaft.