Housewife’s fantasy I

Have you ever been standing at the sink wishing that someone would come up behind you and that their need for you would be so evident that you’d want nothing more than to give in? Only to have them torture you, play with you, until you feel as if you’re going to burst?
If so, read on.
Warning: contains short and erratic imagery that may offend some people.
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She stands at the sink, short shorts, black singlet, hips pressed up against the bench top. Her hair cascades down her back in an array of dark curls, tapering to a point that encourages the eyes to continue to travel downward. Eyes following the contours of her ass, her long legs, he feels himself become hard. She hums softly as he sneaks up behind her. As he slides his arms around her waist, she smiles, tilting her head back. He kisses her, hard, chuckling to himself as her breath catches, his need registering in her. Pulling back, he lets go of her. Her smile dims.
“Clean first. Then fun” he says, making her roll her eyes. “Actually, on second thought…” he adds, reaching around her once more. Lowering his hand, he undoes her shorts, sliding down her zipper one at a time, making her arch her back in desire. Slipping his hand beneath her panties, he begins rubbing her clit, slowly. Entering her with one finger, he grins again as her breath catches once more. Slowly moving in and out, he places his other hand on her taut belly, stopping her from turning around.
“Wash the dishes” he says, “then we can really play”.
Groaning in frustration, she continues to wash the dishes, trying her best to ignore the feelings he is sending shooting through her entire body. As her legs begin to tremble, he backs off her clit.