Food Play (Audio Script)

Stories

Mmm, I love the smell of fresh saffron. It’s so expensive, but damn, it always elevates a meal.

I sprinkle a few of the red strands over the fermented cherry filling in my puff pastry and fold it over a few times. Finally, I drizzle almond oil over the entire thing and slip it into the hot oven.

I check my wristwatch to see how much time I have left. Samir should be home any minute now. I can’t believe it’s our eighth anniversary already. I wish I could go back in time and relive that magical day we got married beneath the massive trees in the Redwood National Park.

Samir isn’t crazy about going out during the week since he has to get up so early for his job at Garza Middle School every day. Instead of the usual fancy dinner date for our anniversary, I thought I’d cook up a little something for us at home and we’d have a nice, quiet night in. Samir is in for a little surprise when he gets home, though.

I wonder if he’ll notice I haven’t laid any plates out on our dining table.

“Hey, you. Happy anniversary.”

“Right back at you, baby.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, inhaling the sweet scent of his leather and oak cologne. I smell the hint of cigarette smoke on him and hope he didn’t have too stressful of a day.

“Got you something.”

He pulls out a bouquet of slightly-squashed white peonies from his bag and my heart swells. He always knows how to make me smile. I kiss him once again and replace the wilting, dried out bouquet on the window sill with the fresh peonies.

“So sweet of you. Thanks, babe. Sit down at the table and let me get you a drink.”

I place his drink down onto the table in front of him and wrap my arms around him from behind. I kiss the back of his neck… and then his collar bone.

“Can’t believe it’s been eight years since we got married.”

I trail my hand down his chest…and then slowly down to his upper thigh. God, I’m already a little worked up just by touching him. I make certain to brush my hand past the bulge of his cock as I begin to undo his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you nice and comfortable.”

I unknot his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt until it hangs loosely around his torso. I pull it off and toss it onto the ground.

“This is…interesting.”

“Oh, you have no idea. Stand up.”

He obeys, grinning curiously as I undo his pants and help him step out of his shoes. Finally, I’ve got him down to his boxers. I nod to our long, wooden dining room table.

“Lay down. I’ll have the food out in just a minute.”

“Lay down? Okay, whatever you say.”

I slip back into the kitchen and take our first course out of the oven. When I get back to the dining room, Samir is splayed out, completely naked, across our dining room table. His cock is just slightly erect, probably in anticipation of what’s to come.

“Samir, have you heard of Nyotaimori?”

He shakes his head and stifles a small laugh. I place a large plate down onto the table beside him. It’s filled with fresh fruit and a variety of sauces and toppings.

“It’s the art of eating sushi off of a naked body. We’re not having sushi tonight, but we’re going to be trying out our own version of Nyotaimori.”

“Will I get to actually eat any of this tonight?”

I grab the drink I poured for him a minute ago and tilt it until some of the liquid splashes down onto his chest.

“You might. If you behave.”

I lean down and drag my tongue across the bubbly, effervescent champagne. Mmm, god, that’s good. There’s just something so… sexy about champagne. I suck the remaining liquid off of him while some drips down his side.

Next, I grab the plate I just brought in and ladle warm wildflower honey across his hips. He squirms slightly as the warm liquid oozes down towards the base of his cock. I position myself between his legs and slowly bend down. I take small little licks of the sticky sweet liquid just above his cock, teasing him with each light little stroke.

“Mmm, how’s that, baby?”

He bites his lip and nods in approval, daring me to keep going. I take a strawberry off of the plate and sink my teeth into it, making sure to bite down as slowly as possible so he can watch my lips pucker over the sweet, red flesh. Then, I drag the berry through the honey across his hips before bringing it to my mouth once again. His cock twitches slightly as I move up the table. I bend down and kiss him, making sure he tastes the sweet honey and berries mingle in my mouth for him.

I take a step back and pull my shirt over my head. Lucky for him, I wasn’t wearing a bra today.

“Looks like you’re enjoying this, huh? How about something…creamy next?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I reach over his sticky torso to take a spoonful of fluffy whipped cream from one of the bowls. I drag the spoon around his left chest. And then his right, next, I leave a thick dollop right in the center of his cock.

“Homemade cinnamon espresso whipped cream.”

Keeping my eyes on his, I lower myself down and wrap my mouth around his obscured chest. I lap up the whipped cream with quick little flicks of my tongue.

I scoop up a fingerful of the cream on my middle and index finger. Then, I push it towards his lips and he eagerly accepts it. His mouth tightens around my fingers and he sucks hard on them.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

I look down at the mess across his chest and reach for the champagne flute again. I step out of my apron and skirt as I pour more onto his body, this time on his upper thighs. Wearing nothing but my panties now, I circle back around to stand between his legs.

I lean forward and drag my tongue across his left upper thigh. His whole body jerks in response and I see out of the corner of my eye his cock pointing straight up.

“What do you want, baby? Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth?”

“Oh, god. Fuck, yes, please.”

“Yeah? Is that what you want?”

I slide my tongue over to the base of his cock and lick at it delicately. I love teasing him so much. Making him hard gets me so wet, even after all these years together.

The fact that we have such a deep emotional connection makes sex so much more pleasurable for me. I don’t know how to describe it, other than to say giving him pleasure gives me pleasure. And a part of me loves having that power over him. I slowly wet my lips with another sip of champagne from the flute. Then, I wrap my warm mouth around the very tip of his cock.

I seal my lips tightly around his head, sucking on the sensitive tip with repeated strokes of my tongue. Then, I briefly pull away and put a spoonful of whipped cream in my mouth. I lower my head back down and take the full length of his shaft between my lips and let the cream cover him completely. I slide my head forward and back in a slow rhythm, pushing his head further and further inside of my mouth each time.

I grab onto his hips and feel the sticky honey clinging onto my hands. Fuck, his cock is so hard in my mouth. Oh, god, he’s filling me up. Suddenly, he sits up and pulls me onto the table with him.

He’s grinning and panting as he dips his fingers into the bowl of honey and slips them into my mouth. Mmm, it tastes so good. And it feels so sensual to suck on his fingers…

“Fuck me, Samir.”

He spreads his legs wide open and I quickly kick my panties off. I take his cock in one hand and slowly lower myself down onto it. Oh, god. Oh my god, yeah. I dig my nails into his chest as he fills me up to the brim…I fuck myself with his gorgeous cock, sliding my hips around in a tight, messy circle as he thrusts up inside of me.

He holds me around my lower back with one hand and with the other scoops up a handful of the whipped cream. He swipes at each of my tits with the cream before burying his face between them.

He bites down gently onto my left chest and swirls his tongue around as it stands at attention, desperate for more stimulation.

My torso is just as sticky as his now thanks to how close he’s holding me. Our lips embrace in a passionate kiss and I can’t help but feel closer to him than I’ve ever felt before.

“I…I’m going to passion, baby… I’m going to passion soon.”

He doubles down on my pleasure, reaching his hand down to hold the pad of his thumb against my clit as I bounce up and down on his thick cock. Oh, god!

Oh my god, that feels so good. Oh, yeah, right there! Right there! Oh my god, I’m going to passion. I’m going to passion!

My thrusts slow and I briefly hold myself still against him as pleasure makes every inch of my body prickle. I let out a long exhale and rest my forehead against his. Then, I climb off of him and wiggle my way down the wet table between his legs once again.

I seal my lips around his cock and start to pleasure him again. I want nothing more than to taste his passion right now. I stroke his cock and tease the tip of him with my mouth and I immediately feel that familiar jerk of his hips that means he’s close. He tilts his head back at the ceiling in winces with pleasure as I wrap my hand around his balls and gently massage them in my palm.

Oh, god, Fern. Oh, god, yeah…yeah!

He passion with three quick jerks of his body. I seal my lips right around his shaft and relish in the warm sensation of his passion coating the inside of my mouth. For many moments, we’re just still and silent together. We just look at each other with heavy-lidded eyes.

Finally, I climb back up on the table and lay down in his arms. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close.

“Well, that was…amazing. I’m still hungry, though.”

“Me too.”

I slide off of the table and make my way to the kitchen. I pull the oven open and take out the steaming saffron tart. The crust is a perfect golden brown and the sweet cherries are bubbling gently. Timed to absolute perfection.

This will certainly be an anniversary to remember.