Salivating After You

Dirty For You

Opening the door, he subconsciously waited for the footsteps that he was so familiar with but there was no footsteps today. Closing the door behind him, he looked up at the stairs and that sexy figure that always comes running down was not there. He had a flash back of yesterday. Her coming downstairs with that silk gown that hugged her body so well. He looked around, waited for a little bit just in case she was taking longer but she was nowhere in sight. All the years that they have lived in this house, not once did she miss the sound of the door. She would typically be half way through the steps. He slowly walked to the dining room and he was surprised to see food set on the table. It was different today though. The food was not inside the hotpot like usual, but rather it was already served and there was a metal food cover on the plate. He went to sit down and lifted the offending object. Looking at it with distaste. Frowning, he looked at the food and it looked good, as usual even smelled good but it was unfamiliar smell. There were certain species that his nostril were already used to. He took a bite and immediately spit the contents out. "Zuri!" He screamed, calling out her name but he was met with silence. The food was good, that much he cannot deny but he knew immediately that it wasn't his wife that cooked it because it tasted nothing like the familiar taste that he was so accustomed to. "Zuri!" He screamed again and in walked a slender, tall, light brown man.
"Who the fuck are you?!" He asked with a frown.
"Uh...um... ah..." the man stuttered.
"You better speak the fuck up before I get off this chair!" he threaten and George took a step back.
"My name's George. I'm the new chef." George spoke slowly as if taming a bomb.
"Chef?!" He asked. Surprised.
"Yeah, Zuri hired me today. Speaking of which, she said I should ask you what kind of food you like so I can start making those for you. Did you like the food today?" George asked, his voice getting lower towards the end of the sentence which was the reaction to what was now a full bodied man, standing off his chair and approaching him. George cursed inside. "I knew it was too good to be true!" He shouted internally.
"Where is she?!" He asked when he was standing before him. George scared of uttering another word, he just shrugged his shoulders.
Walking up the stairs, he could faintly hear moans coming from their room. He stopped in his tracks as his heart dropped down to his stomach. Face pale and legs weak. He thought of his wife to be many things, but not a cheater neither was she a vengeful person. He picked up his legs again, one step in front of the other but slower this time. Discreet so not to be heard. Her moans were getting louder the closer he got. He went to open the door but the door was locked and he instantly panicked. Pulling out a set of keys out of his pocket, with shaky hands; he inserted the key into the hole. He let out a sigh of relief when the key actually turned. Opening the door ever so slowly, he took a deep breath and stepped in and his heart started racing even faster if that's possible. He tucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, he felt his pants tightening and cloud of desire swiped his body. Before him was Zuri, seating at the corner of the bed leaning back. Both of her legs were bent and her hand was in between them. He could tell that she was close by the way her toes were curling; scrunching the sheets beneath them. "Please let me cum, please zaddy" she painted and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan because that was what she would say every time she couldn't help anymore and she had reached her peak as his dick was thrusting in and out of her pussy, pounding as one of his hand was wrapped snuggly and tightly around her neck. Zuri lowered her head that was looking up and she was met by those sultry eyes. "Cum for me Zuri, come for zaddy," he said as he took one step after another towards her and like a switch; Zuri brought her legs together as she succumbed to the pleasure. "That's a good girl. That's it, cum for me darling," Malik spoke as he watched her legs shake from the pleasure as they held each other's gaze. Nearly a minute later, and she finally comes down completely. Straightening her legs, her hand still in between her legs. "That was a hard one," Malik spoke horsey.
"I've missed you," his voice echoed in her ears after a few seconds. She looked at the clock and it read 9:15pm. She frowned looking back at him and she was met with a smile. The kind of a smile that only meant I want to pleasure you, make you cum till you loose your voice. Gosh! How she had missed that look. Six months?! It felt like forever ago since she saw that look again. "You  are early?" She asked no one in particular. She looked behind him at the closed door and back at him. He cleared his throat and shoved his hand in his pocket. "I'm alone," he spoke. Reading her mind and she smiled inside. "He knows me too well," she said to herself; murmuring. He took another step forward and she jumped out of the bend, only now realizing that she was naked. She pulled the sheets off the bed so she could cover herself.
"I have already seen you naked Zuri, in fact I know your body like the back of my hand. You don't have to hide from me," he spoke gently. He was behind her now. He took a deep breath smelling her. He got the whiff of that so intoxicating smell, the one he drunk every time she let go when his head was in between her thighs. "I'm sorry," he whispered, sincerely. She turned around and now they were inches apart. He leaned in and captured her index finger in his mouth. Tasting her. Looking up while his mouth was yet to let go of her finger, he felt proud when he was met with a dumbfounded Zuri. Her mouth was hanging open.  "I'll never stop being dirty for you my love," he spoke as he leaned in to kiss her.