Harukanniversary

You woke up to the feeling of your wife's soft body pressed up against yours. Your eyes slowly opened, taking in the sight of her un-curled hair and ruffled nightie gleaming in the morning sunlight. Snuggling into her, you heard her slow breathing and felt the warmth of her breath as it brushed against the back of your neck. Sighing deeply, you relaxed as you waited for your mistress to wake up on this special day.

You lost track of time as you continued to lay there, pressed up against her. Eventually, though, you felt her start to stir, causing you to pull away. Looking at her face, her eyes slowly fluttered open, giving you one of her trademark sly smiles as she stared at you, eyes half-lidded. "Well, well, up before me today...? You must be excited..." she said as she caressed your face with her hand, the smoothness of her skin being offset with the metal ring around her finger. Sitting up, Haruka started to stretch out, yawning. Following suite, you slid off the side your bed, standing up to stretch out yourself. You stood still after finishing, still trying to wake up, as Haruka fished out her hair curler. Plugging it in, she started to curl her hair, her signature hair rolls coming back.

Finally out of your sleep stupor, you wandered out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, steeling yourself for the task at hand today. Ravaging your fridge, you pulled out the chicken you had put in there yesterday, as you also grabbed the sauces, spices, dressings, and additives you'd need to get everything ready. Setting everything on the counter, you fished out a large plastic bag from the nearby cupboard and shoved the chicken inside. Cracking open the sauce bottles, you dumped them into the bag, followed by the spices and other little additives. Sealing up the bag, you gave it a good shake as you made sure the chicken was evenly coated before shoving it back into the fridge. You grabbed some eggs from the carton on the top shelf and some bacon from your freezer, and brought them to your stove. Tossing the frying pan hanging nearby onto the stovetop, you turned on the heat as you heard Haruka slip into the kitchen.
"My...making breakfast for your mistress. You're such a good dog, Anon...but..." she trailed off as her eyes were drawn to the apron hanging up near the stove.

Taking the hint, you started to strip off your clothes, depositing them on the floor in front of her. You kicked off your boxers as you took the apron and wrapped it around your body, tying it up nice and tight. Haruka had watched you with an amused, yet inviting, smile, and she started to feel up your back when you were finished, bringing you in for a kiss. Breaking off from you with a small lick of her lips, she stepped back and allowed you to get to work cooking up breakfast. Of course, it wasn't without its share of touchy-feely-ness, since every so often you'd feel her slender, soft fingers caressing your bare back, in some cases moving down to your ass and giving it a small massage. You'd be lying if you said that her touch wasn't giving you an erection, but you had to focus on the task at hand.

Finishing up the bacon and eggs, you grabbed some plates and served them. You brought the plates and some silverware out to your mistress, who had sat down at your dining table to watch you finish cooking. With a smile and a 'thank you', your wife dug in to her food, joining her after you sat down.

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After a long day of teasing and light domming from your mistress, still in your naked apron, it was nearing dinner. Excusing yourself from the foot massage you were giving her, you entered the kitchen and dug out the chicken and took it outside. You fired up the grill and started to cook the chicken, making sure to remember how well-done Haruka liked her meat. Your mind started to drift as you found yourself looking forward to dinner tonight, since Haruka was in charge of making the side-dish for tonight. She'd promised that she was going to add a bit of an 'extra' to both of your side-dishes.

Returning to reality, you finished up the chicken, putting it on the plate you'd brought out with you, as you snuffed the grill and went back inside. Peaking into the kitchen, you were greeted with Haruka's voluptuous backside, matching your naked apron with one of her own, as she worked on her stew. Sneaking around the corner, Haruka let out a small giggle as you put the plate on the counter.
"Getting a good look, Anon?" With a blush, you gave a shy nod, causing her to let out another giggle with a mischievous smile. With her approval, you felt up her smooth backside. It's soft surface gave way underneath your rough kneading, the squishyness causing it to spread in your palm. To her credit, Haruka was keeping her concentration during your assault, letting out breathy moans as she continued to stir her stew.

Releasing her cheeks, you left the kitchen for your bedroom. You rummaged through the dresser for some nice clothes. Haruka entered as you started to finish up, having dropped off her apron along the way somewhere. Posing for you to get a good look at her naked form, she slipped by you as she dug for some nice clothes of her own.

You went back to the kitchen, digging out some of your more expensive wine, some glasses, plates, bowls, and more silverware. Filling up the glasses, you went about setting up the table, bringing the plates with the chicken and salad on them with the filled glasses. Haruka finally arrived, wearing a sexy, long backless dress that accentuated her curves. It seemed that she was fond of your outfit, since she took a moment to size you up. Without wasting too much time, you grabbed the bowls of stew Haruka had made and brought them out to the table as she sat down.

Taking in the sight of the meal before you, the stew having a small heart made of...foam...(?) floating in it, you gave your thanks to your wife.
"Thank you for your help with the meal, Haruka." She gave a small nod as she dug out a vial she had prepared specially for tonight, popping off its cork and pouring it into both of your glasses of wine. With a toast, you *clink*ed your glasses together and took a deep drink, the vial's contents giving it a sweet flavor.

Digging in to your meal, you took a small sip of the stew. In spite of its intimidating purple color, it had a fantastic taste to it, though there was the same sweetness that the wine had in it. A small glance towards Haruka confirmed that she was choosing to eat the chicken first, seemingly savoring its flavor. Noticing you watching her, she gave you a warm smile. "It tastes great. Thank you, Anon."
"No, thank you, Haruka."

Continuing your meal, you started to feel the effects of the potion kicking in. Your member started to perk up as you felt your libido start to boil over. It seems that Haruka was starting to feel the effects as well, since you could suddenly feel her foot on your crotch, massaging your package. She continued to eat, though she shot you a small mischievous smile when you looked at her. Trying to finish your meal before your mind clouded over in a haze of passion, you kept digging in as Haruka started to put a bit more pressure on your member. You quickly stood up, sliding your plate over next to hers as you switched your seat to the one next to hers.
"I've been a bad dog, mistress..." you said, picking up a bit of chicken on her plate and holding it up to her mouth. Her look of bewilderment faded as she took the chicken from the fork, giving you a sensual moan as you pulled the fork away. With exaggerated chewing, Haruka gave an equally exaggerated swallow as she filled her spoon up with stew. She held the spoon up to your mouth, returning the favor. Grateful for her offering, you took the spoon and swallowed the stew she'd given you.

You felt your mind start to get fuzzy. You didn't care about eating anymore. Staring straight at Haruka, who was slowing down her eating pace, you watched as she turned her head to meet your eyes. You both stared at one another for a while before you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers, savoring the taste of the food she'd recently eaten combined with her lipstick. The scent of the perfume and chemicals that had clung to her was causing your mind to swim, and you pressed your lips against hers even harder. Your tongue started to tangle with hers as you felt yourself starting to get short of breath, but you didn't let up. Your arms slipped around her body as you pulled her against you, her hands finding your shoulders. Her hands drifted up into your hair, pulling you even further against her as your hands slipped under her dress, desperate for the warmth and softness of her silky skin.

Finally, you had to break away, since you felt yourself start to fade into unconsciousness. You wasted no time, however, in sweeping Haruka off her feet, carrying her bridal style towards your bedroom, not unlike how you had done for her on your wedding night. Sprinting for the door, you glanced down at Haruka, whose face was flushed and wore a sultry look. Slamming the door behind you, you both flung off your clothing as your minds gave in to lust. Clean-up would have to wait until tomorrow morning.