Tasteful Methods

My wife Fiona and I drove around aimlessly for what felt like hours, trying to decide on a place to stop and eat. It felt like there was nothing to choose from in our careless opinionated rants about not wanting burgers or pancakes (all that was available at this midnight hour.) After a few more rounds across town, she slid her hand onto my knee and said, "let's just see what we have at home."
I glanced at her while grinning and received a similar expression
except much more intense.
She was hinting to me about sex.

Moments later I happily parked the car in the street beside our suburban dream home and proceeded to scoop Fiona up in my arms and out of the passenger seat. She laughed quietly with her tongue half out and her perfect little toes visibly curling within her rainbow striped sandal-clogs. I smiled dearly at the sight of her enjoyment and tip-toed closer to the front door all while staring at her in amazement. She nestled her soft blonde hair filled head into my chest and sighed, her arms loosely across my neck.

Our appetite was awkward now and in a dizzy state of lovestruck fatigue, we fingered around our open fridge, removing various items and piling them into our arms. She ran off towards the bedroom eagerly and I followed in after her once I felt prepared.

I walked down the hall and into our room, soon catching the wonderful sight of her naked body sprawled out across a shared bed, edible items surrounding her entire outline. She rubbed the bottom of her long legs across the sheets, inviting me to enter the scene. I laid down my share of the food on the nightstand and began to creep from the floor to her warm, rosy-hued skin. She began cooing longingly as I cupped her right breast and immediately began kissing her beautiful face. 
Her eyes, gently closed. 
Mine, a steady squint. 
I soaked up every look of pleasure she exclaimed in that moment and
held onto it as a driving force for my own arrousal. With lips still locked, I began removing my buttoned up shirt at a rapid pace. Moisture from our mouths ranged from slight to heavy and I could feel Fiona's arms stretching across the form of my neck once again as I continued to manage undressing. Soon I could feel the firmness of her pink nipples to my own chest as my top became fully removed and thrown aside. It felt good leaning into her breasts and I began to hump her dryly, feeling my own erection form itself with a raging response to the actions.
She pulled back for a second and brought me up off of her as to reach the front of my pants and undo the belt that held them up. In an instant they were off like the shirt and we rested against each others bodies, nude and physically in awe of the overall sensation.

"Oh, I love you Adam, mmm I love you so much baby..." she moaned as I continued to kiss her neck and shouler area, still moving my manhood along her spread legs. I paused and shifted my body beside hers, reaching for a nearby bottle of strawberry ice cream syrup.

I lifted the white cap up halfway and flipped it downwards, lining it up with her smooth, flawless stomach. The contents of the bottle was cold to the touch and Fiona let a calm hiss escape her lips as the first few drops fell upon the area of her navel. Her back arched and I carefully forced my head into her flesh tongue-first.
The taste of sweetness dripping from her body was a dream and I passionately remained close to her, licking the syrup slowly away, leaving a stain of sticky redness behind with each tender gesture.

Fiona's hands flew randomly across the bed's space and gained a handle on several objects before she felt the shape of a glorious whipped cream canister.
With one hand she tore apart the lid and began yanking lightly at my hair so to bring my face close to her own.
I acknowledged, and in seconds was receiving a mouthful of lukewarm sugar fluff straight off the tip. Chewing around on it softly, I touched my lips to her's as she sucked in the paste from my closed mouth and kissed me generously between each swallow of cream.
I grabbed the can away from her and made an L shaped path all across the boundaries of her rounded mammaries. Every so often she placed a finger into the section of the cream and guided her hand towards my mouth. I'd swirl my tongue around the digit and chomp down nicely across her knuckles, dragging my jaws across her skin and removing the milky prize that rest on it's fingertip. I buried my nose into her chest and slurping mounds of the whipped topping away while groping cautiously along the area of her twin delights.

With Adam's face still focused on her hardened nipple's, Fiona extended her left hand out to a bushel of banana's and grasped a single fruit among the bunch, breaking it off and flinging the rest down to the floor. She brought it up in the air with her right hand and began to unpeel it's edges with the left.
Eventually it caught Adam's attention and he provided his assistance by lending his own hands in and afterwards controlling the fruit, leading it's front end into her mouth.
With animal like behavior she took it in and started consuming chunk by chunk, causing each layer of softness to dissappear deep within her throat. Adam's eyes widened at the sight of it and rose above her, knee's on each side of her upper torso. Fiona erotically wiped her fingers across the fullness of her cheeks as she swallowed bit by bit of fruit, teasing Adam greatly with her skillful approach. 

She was soon finished and proceeded to lay her palms now against her
husband's penis in it's full and finished state.
Adam leaned in slightly as Fiona gave occasional tugs while massaging it's mushroom head.
Closer and closer to her mouth it soared, Adam closed his eyes in anticipation holding back childish laughter in the heated moment.
Fiona brought her lucious lips forward, still smothered with entrails of banana. Adam let his hands move into her long, flowing hair and control from the back each head lead motion from her. His rod finally landed into the depths of her mouth and Adam murmured Fiona's name desperately, expressing his gratefulness.

With gusto she sucked and chewed away at his member as if hungrier than ever. Adam just accepted the service gracefully while guiding her every movement and reflex with his curling fingers. Fiona let her throat cave in around the firm pole and her tongue shot across it's underside, lashing back and forth. 
More than anything, Adam could feel himself coming to the never
failing moment of ejaculation and he pondered quickly on how he wanted to use it. Fiona just kept on tasting his meat further and further through until in one brief instant he decided to remove himself from the ecstacy and enter into a different activity.
Fiona gasped at the sudden change of pace and with hands bound across his neck, choked out her shouting sensuality as Adam penetrated her crotch without warning.

"Aaheiyt!" she shreiked as he shoved through her hole to the deepest extent, the head of his penis touching every inch of her wet walls. 
As if paying no attention at all to the tightness of her vagina, Adam began exiting and entering in fluid motion. Fiona could only thrust her head deeper into the pillows beneath her and cry out his name between spurts of involuntary chanting and yelps.

Adam let his hands glide southbound, the right squeezing her heaving buttocks and the left finding it's way into the top end of her lower lips, fiddling with the swollen clitoris.
"Ooooo-aht!" the volume increased upon each new effect escaping through her every cry, draining the feeling of normality away and entering deeper into sexual victory through true, perfect involvement.
Adam could tell she was having fun and wanted to continue this chain of events, glad to notice the calm satisfaction in the eyes of his lover. He plunged his missle silo roughly into that self-lubricating shaft many times again, non-stop and with jubilant stamina.
Fiona endured it gorgeously, feeling as if great waves of orgasmic reaction were fumbling to find a voice within her. She screamed as progression grew thicker and fuller unto her with each fantastic movement. Her clit being rubbed and flicked softly amongst a boundless rage of attacks from every end of Adam's driving stiffness.
All at once she brought her whole self up and over her husband's entity, trying to gain a reasonable balance within the gliding as her climax was reached and all silence was set free and then broken, in one exhausting instant.
Adam's legs flew forward and let his penis reach as a fully extended arm inside her, his hands supporting her every fiber against his own with the gentle hold he acquired across her rear end. Through the levels of semen being released, Adam continued to hump madly away at her haunches, milking the experience for all it was worth.
Fiona's calls of love rose and fell tired soon after the release and altogether with Adam, let her body fly freely down upon the bed.

They landed safely upon each other's figure, arms holding the opposite all in the same. Adam remained inside her pulsating vagina and Fiona held her lower half closer than ever to his with intentions of inviting him back in for more at the risen time of their second wind.

Adam just stared longingly at her own gaze that laid upon him and stroked her conditioned locks of hair with one hand and a juicy, milk-laden breast with the other.
Fiona reached behind her and pulled forward a small case of watermelon slices. She'd hold a cut of it inches above Adam's face and squeeze the liquid from it's base, sopping up what ran down his face with her pleasant lips and sweeping tongue.

For hours their bodies sat almost motionless together, using only their hands and mouths while exchanging flavors and textures with each other.
Fiona, giggled sweetly at the sound & sight of Adam's reactions. He was more comfortable than ever before with her now, getting the treatment of a prestigious king with every swift move of her gift-giving hands.

They were no longer concerned with finding something to eat. Never before had they shared such a romantic meal and now the thought of this recent act pleased them enough to forget about any growling stomach or sense of starvation. They were fed, fattened by a grown craving for each other's affection. Dinner was
indeed, served...