She stood washing dishes.

The door opened, and she froze, wondering who it might be.

A rough gravelly voice said, “If you know what’s good for you, don’t turn round.”

“Take off your clothes, bend over the sink.”

She heard him approach.

Two fingers entered her pussy and rubbed until she was extremely wet and aroused.

“Don’t think of looking at me.”

She heard the sound of his jeans hitting the floor.

Soon, he was deep inside and pumping her with slow, gentle strokes.

“Fred? Just once, can’t we have sex in bed like normal people?”