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.