Rose sat on the edge of the butcher block and spread her legs just a little. Grey pulled her legs apart and caught one olive as it almost fell out. Reaching into her, he gathered up the others and laid them in a bowl waiting next to the stove. She could see he was fully erect now. And she wanted him in her. Sensing her thoughts and giving into his, Grey came back and spread her legs. Now he leaned her back and she lifted up her legs around his shoulders, fully opening and exposing her hot opening. Grey entered her and thrusted quickly. She could feel his penis hitting the back of her vagina, leaning back a little more, now she could feel it rubbing the tip of her swelling G-spot while thrusting along her clit. Now Grey slowed down and both moved in rhythm. She began to moan, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She came with him, both with a loud groan.
Rose laid back, needing rest.
Grey stepped back and gently rubbed her muff with is open hand. Then bending over he sucked on her clit again. As she spread her legs, he put one finger into her butt hole, then moving it in and out, she felt a double penetration, tongue and finger. He stuck his tongue into her, to taste the olive brine with her natural juices. It didn�t take her long to come again.
When she sat up again, looking exhausted, she grabbed his penis in her hand and pulled on it.
�Think after we eat you can get up again. I need a break, but I think after food I�ll want more.�
�Gets my vote love. You look tired, lie down on the table again. I know it is hard, but heck it can�t be too bad.�
�It�s ok,� she said hopping up and lying back.
�Say my love, do you trust me with a knife?�
�I trust you with anything daddy.�
�Good, because I�m about to use one on you.�
�What?�
�Watch.�
He took the olives out of the bowl and poured them onto her belly. One rolled down to the top of what pubic hair she had left. Grey grabbed it and let his fingers brush her swollen clit.
�What do you have in mind daddy.�
�You�ll see.�
Grey held an olive between his fingers on her belly, and then took a sharp knife and began to slice it. The blade hit came onto her skin, but he was careful, she could feel its sharpness, but he did not cut her.
�Wow, that feels different.�
�Like it?�
�Not sure yet, but go on.�
Grey took another olive and repeated the procedure. Rose was turned on this time. The feel of the knife, the danger and the trust she felt for her husband turned her on. It made her close to coming again.
He finished slicing the olives then grated the cheese onto her belly. And then gathered it up to make spinach, red pepper and olive omelets while Rose stood next to him, kissing his shoulder and neck while he beat eggs and expertly made perfect delights.
�I love to see your hands work. No matter what they are doing.�
�Thanks baby,� said Grey.
After they ate, Grey asked, �so what did you like the best? The first course or the omelets?�
�heck, what�s breakfast without two courses. Can�t I like both?�
�Sure can, but what do you feel about dessert after a breakfast?�
�I�d love some.�
�Well lets make it on the bed this time shall we?�
She was about to answer yes, but Grey was already throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her up to bed. It was going to be a long lovely morning.
