She is at the sink, rinsing the last of the dishes from lunch, lost in the reverie of thought, she barely hears the squeak of the front door as it opens and closes in the front room.
She feels a soft breath at her back of her neck, next a nibble and a kiss. Attempting to turn around to kiss her husband hello, she is stopped and a blindfold covers her eyes. She smiles to herself thinking that he has stepped it up a bit after their recent awkward attempt to spice things up in the bedroom.
Happily she plays along wondering what else he has in store.
Hands begin to roam over her body; the cotton fabric of her dress rubs the delicate area around her nipples causing them to harden. His body is pressed up against hers, insistent, pushing her hips firmly into the cupboard in front. She feels the heat coming off his skin; his cock is hard and pressing against the cheeks of her bottom. Devoid of sight her other senses are heightened, hands roam over her pinching her nipples, he bites her neck, her shoulder, his hand run down over her dress finding the hem, he works his hands back up under the fabric. He rolls the bare nipples between thumb and forefinger; causing her to cry out in exquisite pain, releasing one breast his hand finds her panties and dips below the lace and inserts a long finger into her cunt. He massages her clit; she parts her legs and rests her arms on the sink for stability.
Squeezing, massaging and manipulating her soft skin, his hands and mouth seem to be everywhere at once. She is fully aroused, her pussy wet with want for her husband's craving. Deep within the haze of arousal she feels his short beard brush against her neck; this jolts her back to reality; her husband has been clean-shaven for years! Panic and fear swell quickly within her, she baulks at his next touch and attempts to cry out. He gags her with one hand and with the other continues to work her pussy. Against her best attempts to free herself she cums hard, her breath laboured she collapses over the sink. He releases his hand from her mouth and to her amazement whispers fuck me.
I want you to beg says the unfamiliar voice close to her ear. She can feel his hot breath on her skin; his smell so different to the one she is used to feels exciting. She turns to kiss this strange man and finds his chest and bites at a nipple through his shirt. Sightless she accepts his dominance and is lead without fuss as he grabs her wrists and maneuvers her across the room. In one sweep he has cleared the table, things crash to the ground, the resounding sound of cutlery on the tiles. He bends her facedown over the edge of the polished wood, she is grateful for the chance to rest her legs still shaky from the orgasm. He kicks her feet wide apart and lifts her dress over her ass exposing her panties to the room. Overwhelmed by the situation she sobs softly, confused by her opposing emotions. He runs his hands over her ass and snaps the elastic of her panties against her skin. She feels his fingers gently probing through the side of her panties his finger finds her pussy and he stays there flicking her clit and exploring deep inside her, enjoying the wetness; he brings her close to orgasm, but callously stops just before she peaks.
