“The dishwasher stopped working again,” Matthew called to his wife, as he picked up the keys.
Tori rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.
“You could at least call the plumbing company to come to have a look at it,” she folded the laundry.
“I’m running late,” he reached to kiss her cheeks but she pulled away.
“You’re late,” she said.
He nodded and closed the door behind him.
“Why do I have to do everything?” she groaned and put the clothes away.
Tori reached for the phone and called the plumbing company. They assured her they’d be there in an hour, and she cut the call.
She sighed softly as the hot water fell on her body. Her hands caressed her breasts and she inhaled deeply. It’d been so long since Matthew touched her. He was always so busy with work, or other things she stoppe
