Startled, she saw a man’s figure behind her in the mirror. She gasped before realizing it was her husband. Rick was home from work. Staring at her in the master bathroom, watching as she caressed herself. She pushed away the initial embarrassment of the situation, and drew the robe closed to cover her body. After all, he hadn’t touched her in so long, what was she supposed to do?
Without turning to look at him, she said, “What are you doing home so early?”
He made no effort to answer, just simply walked up behind her. He was close. So close that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. He slid one hand into the top of her robe and firmly grasped her breast. Gently, he massaged and rolled her hardening nipple between his finger and thumb. With the other, he moved down, separating the thick terrycloth material and her legs. Softly he rubbed her inner thigh.
She asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Again, no response came from his lips, only a flurry of kisses on her neck as he nuzzled past her collar. The hand on her thigh moved up to her smoothly shaved pussy. Her breath escaped her as he began gently teasing her clit. Gasping now, she tried not to let him know how much she was enjoying his deliberate assault. He moved closer to her. She could feel his erection against her back.
“Are you hard for me or someone else?” |
