Cooking class with a very attractive chef

For Christmas, my husband gave me a private cooking class. I was very excited about this gift, as I love cooking delicious meals. I enjoy learning new things to prepare for my husband. He is the biggest fan of my cooking. When I arrived at the class and saw the chef, my heart raced.

A gift from my husband

We took a little break, and I tried to pull myself together to finish the class. I resigned myself to the fact that I shouldn't expect to be able to fuck him. I shouldn't be the only woman to want him during a cooking class. It was still difficult to control myself, as I felt a strong desire to experience an intense sexual moment with him. I didn't want much, I just wanted him to fuck me on the countertop. I would have gone home afterward without ever contacting him again. It would have been a one-time thing, and that's where it would have ended. Since I was there for a cooking class, I couldn't expect anything more than to do the activity that was planned. If I had been less shy, I think I would have told him directly that I wanted to have sex with him. I couldn't do it, but my body language made him understand. I felt him becoming more and more receptive, and that made me even more crazy with desire for him.

When I get cooked

We finished preparing the chocolate cake and put it in the oven. During this time, he started asking me more questions about my personal life. The cooking class finally took a turn that pleased me much more. This guy had understood from the start that I wanted him and had simply waited for the right moment to satisfy me. He looked me straight in the eyes as he took some chocolate that was left in the saucepan. He stuck out his beautiful tongue to lick it. I imagined his tongue on my pussy; I would have loved to feel him lick me. He then dipped his finger back into the saucepan to take some more. He then asked me if I wanted to taste it. It was clearly an allusion to ask me if I wanted more with him. A feeling of satisfaction spread throughout my body. I understood that I was finally going to be able to enjoy what I really wanted. I moved closer to him to get the chocolate from the tip of his finger. It was good and very exciting. He took some more chocolate to put it in his mouth and asked me if I wanted to share it with him. That's when I lost control and gave in to my urge.

I kissed him without hesitation. He knew how to French kiss like no one else. My husband hadn't kissed me like that in a long time. It was good and delicious at the same time with the chocolate. I shouldn't be the first naughty girl he had fun with during a cooking class. He had a perfect seduction technique, and I was ready to give myself to him without waiting. While we were kissing, I felt his cock swelling against me. He was going to fuck me; it became inevitable. I was waiting for that, and I decided to take the lead. I knelt down in front of him to show him that I was ready to suck him. He took out his cock, which was very beautiful and straight. I sucked it deep and stopped to ask him to put some chocolate on it. It was the first time I had done this, and it was delicious. His good chocolate cock made me wet like a bitch. This guy brought out my inner slut, which was very present before I got together with my husband. He installed me on the countertop as I had dreamed. He gave me an incredible cunnilingus; I think that with the excitement, I appreciated the moment even more. I was right; his tongue was perfect for my pussy. It was so good that I had an orgasm, and I immediately begged him to fuck me. He didn't wait to penetrate me. I screamed so loud that he had to put his hand over my mouth. He was fucking me like a bitch, and that's exactly what I wanted.

He came inside me a few minutes before the oven timer went off to announce that the cake was ready. Fortunately for us, there was this alert, because otherwise, we could have gone for a second round. I still wanted him, but I knew that my husband was coming to pick me up. A few minutes later, my husband knocked on the door; the chef had told him before all this happened that he could join us at the end of the class to taste the cake. We came close to a catastrophe, but fortunately for me, he knew nothing. We ate the cake. I drifted off into my thoughts, imagining myself getting fucked again by the chef, but this time with my husband joining us. We could have had a good time, but I shouldn't ask for too much. I had already been able to come well with this guy; that was the essential thing. I left with my husband, and when we got home, I asked him to fuck me. I still needed sex, so I wasn't against doing it again with him. I was still in the euphoria of the moment with the chef, so I let go more than usual. He loved it because he told me several times that I hadn't been so naughty in bed in a long time. This little escape had, at the same time, been beneficial for my couple.