Daytime Indulgence: A Couple's Touch

The fluorescent lights of the home office hummed, casting a sterile glow on the worn leather of my office chair. Outside, the rain hammered against the windows, a fitting soundtrack to the quiet desperation that had settled over our marriage. Twenty years. Twenty years of comfortable routine, of shared meals and minivan rides, of polite smiles and predictable evenings. Somewhere along the way, the spark had dimmed, leaving behind a comfortable but increasingly distant warmth. My wife, Sarah, was a beautiful woman, even now, her curves still undeniably attractive, a constant reminder of what we had lost. She knew it too, the unspoken truth hanging heavy between us. We still engaged in our nightly ritual, the occasional passionate encounter, but it felt more like a duty than a desire.

“Let’s play ‘Massage Therapy,’” I suggested, the words feeling awkward even to my own ears. My fingers nervously adjusted the thermostat, dialing it up a few degrees to chase away the chill in the room. It was a desperate attempt to inject some excitement into our stagnant life. “I’ll be the therapist.”

Sarah looked at me, a flicker of amusement in her eyes, a hint of the playful spirit that had once dominated our relationship. She slowly removed her clothes, her movements deliberate and sensual, as she lay face down on the plush king-sized bed. The scent of her lavender lotion filled the air, a familiar comfort that now felt laced with melancholy.

“Just pretend this is a regular massage,” I directed, forcing a casual tone. I wanted to push her into her role, to ignite the desire that had begun to flicker within me. The sight of her beautiful, pale ass stretched out before me was undeniably captivating, a primal pull that I couldn’t deny. I reached for the dark amber oil, its rich fragrance enveloping me, and began rubbing her back slowly, methodically, from her shoulders down to her lumbar region. I utilized every technique I'd learned during my own sessions, mindful of pressure points and muscle knots. The rhythmic strokes, the careful application of the warm oil, were designed to coax out any tension, any pent-up emotions.

She sighed contentedly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through her body. As I moved onto her legs, her muscles tensed beneath my hands. I focused on her calves and glutes, working my way towards her lower back. Her movements were relaxed, almost languid, as she leaned back into my touch. The scent of the oil intensified, mingling with the natural musk of her skin. Then, as I massaged her thighs, she shifted slightly, her legs parting just enough to expose her vulva. It was a dark, delicate pink, with darker lips that protruded slightly, an invitation I couldn’t ignore. A shiver ran down my spine as my fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, eliciting a small, involuntary moan.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, instantly regretting my clumsy attempt at flirtation.

“I didn’t mind,” she breathed, her voice husky with pleasure.

I continued my work, focusing on her back, her legs, her ass. Each time my hand passed her aroused pussy, I made sure to apply a little more pressure, savoring the exquisite sensation. The heat of her skin, the delicate tremor in her body, fueled my own arousal. "Time to turn over," I instructed, my voice low and deliberate.

She shifted, her breasts exposed, their dark brown nipples taut and sensitive. They were beautiful, not overly large, but perfectly proportioned. Now, her shaved pussy was fully visible, its clit and brownish-pink lips slightly protruding. The sight of it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I rubbed the top and front of her shoulders, then moved down to caress her breasts, her nipples stiffening and elongating with each stroke. She was clearly enjoying this, her breathing becoming more rapid and shallow.

“I’ve never had anyone give me a massage like this before. I really like it,” she said, her voice thick with pleasure. “It looks like you are enjoying it, also.”

My cock had begun to swell, a hard, insistent presence beneath my trousers. “Oh, I am,” I admitted, unable to contain my own growing excitement. "You look so beautiful." I shifted my focus to her legs, gently brushing her pussy with my fingers as I passed, intensifying the sensation.

She grasped her nipples between her thumbs and fingertips, pinching and twirling them. Then she palmed them, rubbing in big circles as they grazed her hands. “You can rub anything you want,” she told me, her voice breathless. As my fingers drifted closer to her shaved pussy, she spread her legs wider, inviting me to explore further. The heat intensified, radiating through my body.

I inserted my oil-slicked ring finger into her now saturated pussy, eliciting a gasp. A wave of pleasure washed over me, a primal release that drowned out all other thoughts. Simultaneously, my thumb stroked her asshole, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built anticipation. Then, I slipped a second finger into her, initiating a frantic, demanding finger fucking.

She loved it. Her breath came in deep, ragged gasps punctuated by moans of pure ecstasy. Her body arched and writhed, her muscles tense and trembling. Her pussy and asshole convulsed with each thrust, a testament to her intense pleasure.

“What would you like next?” I asked her, my voice a low rumble.

“I want you to make me cum, then fuck me hard from behind,” she replied, her words slurred with pleasure.

“I can do that,” I said, my body responding instinctively. I knew exactly how to bring her to climax, rubbing her clit in a circular motion for about two minutes while still stimulating her pucker with my thumb. The pressure built, reaching a fever pitch, before finally exploding in a torrent of release. Her pussy and asshole convulsed as she came hard for about 30 seconds.

She flipped over, positioning her beautiful, wet pussy level with my cock. Two pillows were strategically placed beneath her hips to elevate her. It looked magnificent, a sight that ignited my desire even further.

Slowly, I slid my granitelike cock into her wet, warm pussy, the sensation both intense and exquisite. The friction, the heat, the sheer pleasure of her submission overwhelmed me.

But she did not want it slow. “Fuck me hard,” she yelled, her voice strained with lust.

So I started ramming my cock into her, hard and fast, mimicking her demands with a primal fury. Her hips bucked back to meet my thrusts, begging for more. “Harder. Harder,” she screamed at me, her voice raw with need. “Fuck me. Grab my ass and fuck me!”

I obliged, pounding her tight, wet pussy with relentless force. The world narrowed to the feel of her skin against my cock, the taste of her arousal on my lips. "You're gonna make me cum," I told her, my voice hoarse. "Where do you want it?"

“Come in my wet pussy. Come in my pussy!”

I did, plunging deep into her, losing myself in the intoxicating pleasure. My cock spasmed, exploding deep within her, a volcanic eruption of sensation.

“I love the feeling of your hot cum inside me,” she groaned, her body shaking uncontrollably.

I pulled my cock out, staring at her swollen, pink pussy lips with my cum dripping between them. Leaning over, I whispered in her ear, “I hope you liked your massage.”

She whispered back, her voice barely audible, “Best massage ever.”

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