(Art by GooLee)

As you washed the dishes you couldn’t help but look back as you heard and felt your wife’s heavy footsteps making there way closer to you.

She made her way into the kitchen. She towered over most at 6’9, her thick and silky thighs swaying as always as she walked behind you and gave you a kiss on the head before moving to the fridge.

Her kisses always left a warm feeling on you and you couldn’t help but want to just feel her, but she was strict about housework since she already worked hard at the bar.

She slaps your hand away is it inched closer

“No touching till you finish them dishes.” She said commandingly but with a smirk, knowing how much you ached for her to feel her.