John got home at dusk and as he stepped into the house, a tantalizing aroma wafted toward him, enveloping him in warmth and comfort. The scent of something delicious greeted his nostrils, instantly making his stomach rumble in anticipation. He realized with a pang of hunger that he hadn't eaten anything all day.

He made his way to the kitchen where Maria, clad in a short and transparent gown and an apron around her waist, was busy cooking. A smile lit up his face as he observed her. Leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, he silently admired her, his gaze lingering on her ass that was barely concealed by the...