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It was getting to be dinner time so I thought I’d get a leg up and wash the vegetables for the salad and start the chopping. I’m a bit of a salad freak so I had a fair amount of washing and chopping ahead of me. I hate salads where the lettuce is in big chunks, and it’s only tasteless iceberg lettuce.

It was Sunday and I expected my husband back from golf with his buddies shortly and I thought I could rope him into helping me cook dinner. He likes to help because it gives him some control over what we eat, or maybe I should say he gets to make sure he gets what he likes. Most times it’s not worth the effort to get his help, as he tends to overdo things. Things like a full package of frozen corn, for two people, or maybe some extra spices in the taco seasoning. You probably heard it yourself, “It can never be hot enough!” Yea, but it sure can taste like shit if you dump in a little too much of this or that.

So I’m washing the vegetables, you know getting the sand out of the lettuce, that sort of thing, and I hear him come in and toss his clubs in the cubby hole next to the back door where we keep the umbrellas and broom. He comes up behind me and whispers in my ear, “Got anything good beautiful?” I smell the ozone and his sweat from being out in the sun. He kisses my ear, and I figure he’s looking for a piece. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not the least bit put out by this, in fact we’ve had some pretty late dinners over the years, and everyone has been well worth the extra effort.

So I figure I’ll play hard to get for a bit, as he can do some pretty nice things if I don’t give in too quickly. He’s got my attention and I can feel myself getting excited, so I have to resist leaning back into his arms. I do my best to ignore him and keep cleaning the vegetables. I pretty sure he can see my tits over my shoulder so I figure he’s getting some too. He leans down and huffs hot breath against my neck. I think this is a good beginning and put down the lettuce I’m working on and pick up some string beans. I’m having a hard time with the ties.

Normally at this point I can expect some kind of grab, a feel, maybe another kiss, but damn if he doesn’t just stand there breathing on my neck. Time passes; I’m holding my breath now, he hasn’t left so I know something is going to happen, but what? He reaches down grabs the hem of my cotton dress, pulls it off me. I lift my hands up to help. He does it without touching me. Then he leans close breathing on my neck. I wait. Nothing, just hot breath on my neck.

He pops the clasp on my bra, still hasn’t touched me, I let if fall off my arms. More hot breath on my neck. I’m thinking maybe I need to take charge. He takes hold of the cloth of my panties, and zip they’re around my ankles. What’s it going to be? What is worming through his head? I start to turn. “No” he whispers in my ear. I stop and close my eyes.

He’s standing close to me I can feel the heat of his body, his hot breath on my neck. I hear his shirt hit the flour, the buttons making little clicks as they hit. I feel the hairs on his chest touch me. I tremble, still the hot breath on my neck. I feel my heart beating fast.

I hear him unzip is pants. They fall to the floor, a clatter of change, a dull thump from his wallet, a musical clatter when the belt buckle hits the floor. My skin starts to tingle I’m breathing faster, my nipples are rock hard, my crotch is wet. I squirm. It helps a little. I feel my breasts bounce.

He runs his finger nail up my back. I get goose bumps, and arch my back. They fade. I’m starting to ache. He reaches around me. I can feel the heat from his hand on my nipple and breast but he only touches the small hairs on my breast. I get goose bumps again.

He runs his hand over me just touching the little hairs of my skin but not my skin. I feel his breath on me, it’s a bit faster. I shiver making my breasts swing side to side. He hisses in my ear.

I spread my legs and lean forward inviting him. He runs his hand over my crotch touching my pubic hair only. I rock my hips and he manages to not touch me. I can feel my juices oozing.

He touches me with his penis, and then pushes in me and stops. I feel like I going to explode. He starts to stroke in and out no hands only his penis is touching me. I rub my nipples against the counter and rock my pelvis. I’m starting to sake. I feel a drop of sweat hit my back. His breath is loud.

I try to push back against him but he pulls back and I almost loose him. I begin to tingle all over and I start to clamp down on him as he pulls back. He hisses at me. Then it hits me. All my muscle tense. I feel the flood of his warmth fill me. Hear him exhale “Yes…” and I feel his breath on my back.

I hang my breasts into the sink and they hit the lettuce. He pulls out of me and leans over, he whispers, “well at least I managed to get something in the hole today.” We both started laughing and he grabs my breasts and kisses my neck, and strokes me. Well I guess there’s no need to ask about his golf game. He says “What’s for dinner?” and lets me go. My tits are back in the lettuce. “Well we could always start with a salad.”