Sarah was washing the floor on her hands and knees.

She has a thing about the white tile in the kitchen. If it shows even a hint of grunge she won’t use the steam mop I bought. Nope. She has to get down on the floor with cleaning wipes and scrub.

I guess there are worse hang-ups than that.

I wasn’t thinking about her crawling around with her magic wipes so much as I was fixated on watching her heart-shaped ass in her yellow shorts.

“Hey, there, dirty floor brigade,” I said, bending to give her a good swat on the ass as I went past her on my way to the fridge.

She hissed from the sudden stinging contact, and my dick twitched.

She had said “ouch,” but she was also laughing. She even wiggled her ass a little, which shut down the logical part of my brain.

I cracked a soda and watched her work. By the time she’d crawled her way to the stove, my cock was fully hard and aching to plunge into one of her willing holes.

She stood and threw away her wad of wipes and went to wash her hands at the sink. Her shorts ended just below the swell of her ass cheeks, and seeing so much of her long, tan legs was making me ridiculously horny. I wanted to bite her right there, where that swell of butt cheek began.

I pressed myself against her back, feeling that ripe ass cradle my hard-on. I moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked, but I could tell she was smiling.

“Feeling up a sexy young thing in my kitchen,” I said.

She turned off the faucet, and I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her tits in my hands. I squeezed, and I felt her press back against me, ever so slightly.

This time, I didn’t kiss the back of her slender neck, I raked my teeth down it. Sarah shivered, so I kissed across the strap of her tank top, and when I hit her bare shoulder I used my teeth again.

Her nipples grew rock-hard against my palms. I wished her shirt wasn’t in the way, so I took care of that by swiping it over her head. Her long blonde hair flew out and then settled back over her shoulders. She was braless, and I was thankful. I squeezed her breasts again, working the nipples with my fingers.

By then she was grinding back against me shamelessly, making those soft noises she makes when she’s turned on. The ones that drive me crazy.

I slid my hand down the front of her shorts, slipped it beneath her panties and found her neatly trimmed mound. I pushed deeper, finding her already rigid clit with my fingertips. She pushed her hips forward, grinding her clit against me.

“Want me to double click your mouse?” I whispered in her ear.

She laughed but nodded. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?” she murmured. She was clutching the rim of the sink to steady herself as I started to work her clit good.

“It does. I like that I can get you off like that,” I told her.

“Only you,” she sighed as I stroked her. “You’re the only person who’s ever managed to get me off that way.”

“That turns me on even more.” I ground my erection against her plump ass and slid my fingers inside her pussy. I used her own moisture to coat her clit as I went back to short, fast revolutions over her swollen button.

I felt her edge closer to climaxing, so I slid my fingers back into her cunt.

“Want me to fuck your pussy?” I asked.

She nodded. I curled my fingers inside her, and she sighed. I went back to stroking her clit. She was so close I could feel the vibration of her arousal humming through her body. She wanted to come so badly.

“Then, after you come, I’m going to fuck your ass,” I said in her ear. It wasn’t a question.

She climaxed, clutching my forearm with her hand. I kept stroking her until the last spasm passed.

“Take off those shorts,” I said.

Sarah obeyed.

She stood in the sunny kitchen in nothing but a smile. I positioned her back at the sink. I liked the way she looked posed there in the most domestic of spaces in our home, stark naked.

I knocked her legs apart and pushed my fingers back into her pussy. I fucked her from behind as her juices dripped down my digits.

She stayed there, gripping the edge and not saying a word.

I took off my clothes and dropped them on her spotless floor. I scraped my teeth along the back of her neck once more and then teased her opening with the tip of my cock. When she moved back against me, I slid into her cunt on one smooth, hard thrust.

She grunted as she pushed back to take me.

I held her hips and moved in and out of her nice and quick. The faster I fucked her, the wetter she got — her body giving up juices to coat the tops of her thighs and mine. In no time, she came, her fingers curling against the lip of the stainless-steel sink. A bright shaft of sunlight burst through the window to paint her body yellow.

I put my hand on the back of her neck and pushed her forward just a bit more. She stepped back slightly and pushed her ass out. Her breath ragged, her muscles straining. She was ready; she wanted this.

That knowledge alone put me on the verge of orgasm.

I backed away from her and then slipped my fingers into her pussy to gather her wetness. I forced my glossy fingers into her asshole. Just one at first, and after I felt her loosen, a second. She drove her tight little body back to take me, jamming my fingers deeper into her rear hole. Her insides were slick and welcoming.

I pulled out and replaced my fingers with my dick, plunging inside her. My balls banged against her thighs, and I felt a shudder work through me. I fought mightily to keep from losing my control. Sliding into her ass is always an amazing sensation.

Those tightened muscles squeezed me, working my cock as I carefully withdrew and plunged deep again.

I let my fingers spread wide over the small of her back. She trembled beneath them and met every stroke of mine with her body, taking me as deep as she could.

“You like that?”

She nodded.

I grabbed her long hair and twined it around my fist. I gave her a gentle tug so she was forced to tilt her head back. “Tell me. Say it.”

“I like it. I like when you fuck my ass.”

I growled, her words nearly doing me in.

“Play with your pussy,” I demanded.

She took a shuddering breath and slipped her hand between her thighs, bracing herself on the lip of the counter with a single arm. Her shoulder flexed as she worked her clit, her breathing getting ragged all over again.

Her asshole gripped me tightly, working my cock from the inside. I felt her strain as I fucked her harder. She shook beneath me, so close to coming, I could tell.

I pulled free of her and kissed the back of her neck before giving her a good love bite. She moaned.

“I got down behind her, lining my cockhead up with her open asshole.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” I said reaching around and cupping her tits with my hands. I pinched her nipples hard enough to make her hiss. “Like you’re washing that precious floor of yours.”

She got back on the floor, just as I’d found her, on her lovely hands and knees. I got down behind her, lining my cockhead up with her open asshole. I pushed back into her slowly, watching my progress this time.

It never failed to turn me on, watching my cock pierce her back entrance.

I held her hips and increased my speed. Her body took me easily.

“Play with your pussy again,” I said. “But this time, put your fingers in there. I want to feel your fingers inside you while I’m in your ass.”

Another moan, and she obeyed. I felt her push her fingers inside her wet pussy, and the sensation made me reel. I held her hips tightly, watching the skin blanch beneath my grip.

“Come for me. I won’t come until you do. I’ll just keep fucking this ass until you lose it for me.”

She shivered, and I knew the dirty talk was working its magic. She loved when I said filthy things to her, especially while doing filthy things to her.

I shut my eyes and focused on what I was feeling: her slippery wetness, her finger rubbing my shaft from the inside, the rocking of her hips.

I found her hair again with my hand and tugged. Her asshole flickered hot and tight around me. I tugged again and felt the same.

“You like that, don’t you? When I pull your hair. Your pretty, pretty hair.” I tugged once, twice, three times, and she lost it.

The spasms of her orgasm rolled through her body, and I found myself losing it. I ground my teeth together and held her tightly. I wanted to milk every moment of pleasure out of the experience.

She pushed back roughly to take me, the spasms in her pussy being mimicked by her asshole. I could feel every single quiver of her pleasure.

“Take my cock,” I said, practically panting.

“Yes, oh, yes.”

Dirty talk gets Sarah off. Anal sex gets Sarah off. Double bonus for her!

“Does that feel good?”

She nodded, muttering, “Yes.”

“I’m going to come in you,” I said. I held her hips so tight I feared I’d hurt her but kept pounding into her ass. She took me so easily my head swam. I wanted to get deeper, but that was utterly impossible. She eagerly moved back to take every rough thrust.

But then she shook her head, catching me off guard.

“No,” Sarah said. “Not in. Don’t come in me.”

“Not in?”

“No,” she moaned. She was playing with her pussy again.

“Then what?” I was just about losing my last shred of control. I had mere seconds before I came. Maybe less.

“On me,” she sighed. “Come on me. Come all over me.”

I moaned. That’s another thing that gets her off.

I pulled free of her as I felt myself tip over the edge. “Like this?” I watched my load jettison all over her tanned skin. Her ass a perfect willing heart that I’d fucked.

She laughed softly, with her head down, as the last of my cream splashed her skin.

“Yes. Like that,” she sighed.

My wife is utter perfection.