Forty Years, Back Rub Bliss

The scent of lavender and sandalwood clung to the air, a familiar comfort in our shared bedroom. Forty years of marriage had settled into a predictable rhythm, a gentle dance of shared routines and unspoken desires. As always, I started by giving Janet a back rub, a ritual we both cherished. I positioned her on her stomach, straddling her torso, determined to work every muscle from her calves to the curve of her spine. It wasn’t about efficiency; it was about connection, a tangible expression of my affection. I moved slowly, deliberately, letting my hands explore the contours of her body, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. I never pushed for anything beyond the comfort of the massage, understanding that true intimacy lay in respecting her boundaries and letting her guide the pace.

Occasionally, though, I felt a subtle shift in her energy, a gentle invitation that I couldn’t ignore. The way she tilted her head slightly, the subtle tightening of her muscles – these were cues that suggested a willingness to explore beyond the purely therapeutic. These moments were always electric, filled with a delicious tension that both thrilled and slightly intimidated me. Tonight, as I massaged the lower back, I noticed her right leg straightening slightly, exposing a sliver of her inner thigh. The invitation hung in the air, palpable and insistent.

The late-night radio program we listened to, a mix of classic soul and gospel, provided a strangely intimate backdrop to our nightly ritual. Janet wore her long nightshirt, leaving little to the imagination, and earbuds in place, effectively blocking out the world around us. Her posture, slightly to the left, presented me with a unique opportunity to extend my hands, reaching across her torso to explore the front of her legs and chest. While she remained engrossed in the music, I diligently carried out my duties, mindful of her presence but not entirely oblivious to my own burgeoning desires.

As I worked my way down her legs, my fingers brushed against the soft flesh of her buttocks, eliciting a shiver that ran through her entire body. I pressed into her thigh muscles, feeling the firm strength beneath my touch, before moving on to her calves, each one receiving equal attention. When I reached her lower back, I couldn’t resist lingering, kneading the muscles with increasing intensity, letting my hands linger on the curve of her spine. It was in this moment that the invitation became undeniable. I could feel her subtle shift, the slight opening of her inner thigh, an invitation for more.

My hand trailed down, seeking the familiar creases where her thighs met her butt cheeks. The sensation was exquisite, a combination of warmth, softness, and a hint of vulnerability that sent a shiver down my spine. Next, I slid my hand along her hip, beginning a slow, deliberate movement down her soft lower abdomen. My fingertips gently explored the delicate skin, making their way into one of my favorite spots: the crease of her groin, where the front of her thigh met the pelvic area. The heat intensified, and I pressed my thumb and fingers into that groove, tracing the contours of her vulva with careful precision. It was a place of exquisite sensitivity, a hidden pleasure that demanded respect and attention.

As I explored this intimate area, I noticed a subtle shift in her posture, a slight straightening of her right leg, exposing just a bit more of her inner thigh. Her earbuds remained firmly in place, suggesting she was completely immersed in the music, but her body betrayed her excitement. I continued my exploration, my fingertips delicately caressing the highest three inches or so of her uppermost right inner thigh, moving my hand occasionally down the inside of her thigh but always returning to my "favorite spot." The anticipation built, a delicious tension that crackled in the air between us.

Her groans of pleasure, barely audible through the earbuds, confirmed my suspicions. She was enjoying the teasing, allowing me to take my time, savoring the moment. I knew this was my chance to step beyond the boundaries of the purely therapeutic, to explore the depths of her desire. With a renewed sense of purpose, I leaned closer, my breath warming her skin. As I did so, I felt her right leg move slightly again, further exposing her inner thigh. It was as if she were intentionally drawing me in, beckoning me to take the next step.

My fingertips settled on the most sensitive part of her vulva, gently stroking and caressing her delicate flesh. Her body tensed, her breathing becoming more rapid, and a low moan escaped her lips. It was a sound that both thrilled and intimidated me, a clear sign that she was ready for more. Without hesitation, I continued my exploration, my hand slipping into the groove and my fingers grazing her vulva with increasing intensity. It wasn't just about pleasure; it was about connection, about sharing a moment of pure intimacy.

The feeling of her arousal was intoxicating, a potent cocktail of desire and anticipation. As I continued my journey, my fingers wandered farther north, skimming and playing over the soft flesh of her belly and occasionally teasing the edges of her belly button. Then, I slid my hand up along the middle of her torso, nestling my arm between her beautiful breasts. I paused in the cleavage between her full mounds, content to feel the weight of her large right breast pressing against the side of my wrist and hand. It was a moment of pure indulgence, a chance to simply lose myself in the sensation of her warmth and softness.

The area on the front of her breast, above the nipple, is also one of my "favorites," as the flesh there is incredibly soft – so soft that when I touch the skin there, I can barely feel it, and that sensation is very, very arousing to me. As my fingertips delighted in caressing "my spot" on her breast, I felt her nipple becoming hard, the nubbin stiffening against the inside of my forearm. It took all my willpower not to go after that inviting tip of flesh with my fingers and thumb, but I wanted to build the fire of desire slowly. I just kept caressing Janet’s full breast, letting the slight movements of my arm brush and tease her nipple further.

It was almost imperceptible, but I felt Janet move her right leg a little straighter, exposing just a tiny bit more of her groove for me. I continued lightly exploring. My fingertips settled on the highest three inches or so of her uppermost right inner thigh. I ever so gently caressed that area of exquisitely soft flesh, occasionally letting my hand roam down the inside of her thigh but always sliding back up to my “favorite spot.” Once I had my fingers stroking high on the inner thigh, it was easy to slip into the groove and let my fingers graze and caress her vulva. I could even sneak my fingers over and caress her left inner thigh as well. Janet was still listening but allowing my slow teasing, so I knew the path was open for even more fun. I snuggled against her so that she could feel the beginnings of my erection against her rear and lower back.

Suddenly, the music stopped. "You are so impatient," Janet teased, unplugging from the electronics. "That’s not true," I stated, nuzzling the back of her head and taking in the fragrance of her hair. "And now I would like a reward…” Janet’s answer was to shift her body toward me so I could do what I wanted. Many nights I would just “dive right in” and begin playing with her body in earnest, but tonight I surprised her by pausing my activities. “Would you do me a favor?” I asked, my voice slightly hoarse from excitement. “What would you like?” my wife answered, probably expecting an enjoyable physical activity. I kissed her passionately, then said, “While I slip my pajamas off and get the coconut oil, would you take off your shirt for me?” The promise of the oil sent her desire even higher. She loves it when we use the slippery substance all over our bodies, and it means we are going to take our time and enjoy each other thoroughly. “Of course,” she replied.

I discarded my sleeping clothes and reached over to my nightstand to find the small jar of oil that always made our lovemaking sessions even better. I opened the container and placed it close by, then turned my attention to my beautiful wife of 40 years. Janet was now covered only by the thin sheet. As I slid closer, she raised the sheet and invited me to get under it as well. I accepted her invitation and then let my ravenous eyes wander up and down her naked body. The white window shades allowed in enough of the moonlight and distant streetlights that I could see her form very well in the dim surroundings. My lovely wife stretched her arms above her head and let them rest on the pillows, giving me full access to her chest. “Oh, my,” I murmured, “this is a sight worth waiting for.” I kissed the side of her neck and murmured, “And now I would like a reward…”

As I prepared the oil, I noticed a change in her posture, her legs straightening slightly, exposing more of her inner thigh. My hand trailed down to her lower back and legs, and I had a lot of freedom to massage and play. After working the muscles of her lower back, kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, and enjoyed the feel of her thighs, I pressed into her leg muscles, finally arriving at her strong calves and spending time on each one before returning northward. When I got back to her plush rump, I couldn’t stop kneading and caressing there, and let my fingertips caress and play in the creases where the backs of her thighs met her butt cheeks. Then I slid my hand over her hip and began slowly moving along her soft lower abdomen. My fingertips gently explored her soft skin, making their way into one of my favorite spots: the crease of her groin, where the front of her thigh meets the pelvic area. I caressed that groove with my thumb and fingers, gently touching closer to her vulva.

As I continued my exploration, I felt Janet move her right leg a little straighter, exposing just a tiny bit more of her groove for me. I continued lightly exploring. My fingertips settled on the highest three inches or so of her uppermost right inner thigh. I ever so gently caressed that area of exquisitely soft flesh, occasionally letting my hand roam down the inside of her thigh but always sliding back up to my “favorite spot.” Once I had my fingers stroking high on the inner thigh, it was easy to slip into the groove and let my fingers graze and caress her vulva. I could even sneak my fingers over and caress her left inner thigh as well. Janet was still listening but allowing my slow teasing, so I knew the path was open for even more fun. I snuggled against her so that she could feel the beginnings of my erection against her rear and lower back. I then continued my journey, letting my fingers wander farther north to skim and play over the soft flesh of her belly and occasionally tease the edges of her belly button. Next, I slid my hand up along the middle of my wife’s torso, nestling my arm between her beautiful breasts. I paused in the cleavage between her full mounds, content to feel the weight of her large right breast pressing against the side of my wrist and hand. I rested there quietly for a while, but the warmth and softness of Janet’s full bosom beckoned me.

The area on the front of Janet’s breast, above the nipple, is also one of my “favorites,” as the flesh there is incredibly soft—so soft that when I touch the skin there, I can barely feel it, and that sensation is very, very arousing to me. As my fingertips delighted in caressing “my spot” on her breast, I felt her nipple becoming hard, the nubbin stiffening against the inside of my forearm. It took all my willpower not to go after that inviting tip of flesh with my fingers and thumb, but I wanted to build the fire of desire slowly. I just kept caressing Janet’s full breast, letting the slight movements of my arm brush and tease her nipple further.

After a bit, my wife stopped her video. “You are sooo impatient,” Janet teased, unplugging from the electronics. “That’s not true,” I stated, nuzzling the back of her head and taking in the fragrance of her hair. “And now I would like a reward…” Janet’s answer was to shift her body toward me so I could do what I wanted. Many nights I would just “dive right in” and begin playing with her body in earnest, but tonight I surprised her by pausing my activities. “Would you do me a favor?” I asked, my voice slightly hoarse from excitement. “What would you like?” my wife answered, probably expecting an enjoyable physical activity. I kissed her passionately, then said, “While I slip my pajamas off and get the coconut oil, would you take off your shirt for me?” The promise of the oil sent her desire even higher. She loves it when we use the slippery substance all over our bodies, and it means we are going to take our time and enjoy each other thoroughly. “Of course,” she replied.

I discarded my sleeping clothes and reached over to my nightstand to find the small jar of oil that always made our lovemaking sessions even better. I opened the container and placed it close by, then turned my attention to my beautiful wife of 40 years. Janet was now covered only by the thin sheet. As I slid closer, she raised the sheet and invited me to get under it as well. I accepted her invitation and then let my ravenous eyes wander up and down her naked body. The white window shades allowed in enough of the moonlight and distant streetlights that I could see her form very well in the dim surroundings. My lovely wife stretched her arms above her head and let them rest on the pillows, giving me full access to her chest. “Oh, my,” I murmured, “this is a sight worth waiting for.” I kissed the side of her neck and murmured, “And now I would like a reward…”

As I prepared the oil, I noticed a change in her posture, her legs straightening slightly, exposing more of her inner thigh. My hand trailed down to her lower back and legs, and I had a lot of freedom to massage and play. After working the muscles of her lower back, kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, and enjoyed the feel of her thighs, I pressed into her leg muscles, finally arriving at her strong calves and spending time on each one before returning northward. When I got back to her plush rump, I couldn’t stop kneading and caressing there, and let my fingertips caress and play in the creases where the backs of her thighs met her butt cheeks. Then I slid my hand over her hip and began slowly moving along her soft lower abdomen. My fingertips gently explored her soft skin, making their way into one of my favorite spots: the crease of her groin, where the front of her thigh meets the pelvic area. I caressed that groove with my thumb and fingers, gently touching closer to her vulva.

As I continued my exploration, I felt Janet move her right leg a little straighter, exposing just a tiny bit more of her groove for me. I continued lightly exploring. My fingertips settled on the highest three inches or so of her uppermost right inner thigh. I ever so gently caressed that area of exquisitely soft flesh, occasionally letting my hand roam down the inside of her thigh but always sliding back up to my “favorite spot.” Once I had my fingers stroking high on the inner thigh, it was easy to slip into the groove and let my fingers graze and caress her vulva. I could even sneak my fingers over and caress her left inner thigh as well. Janet was still listening but allowing my slow teasing, so I knew the path was open for even more fun. I snuggled against her so that she could feel the beginnings of my erection against her rear and lower back. I then continued my journey, letting my fingers wander farther north to skim and play over the soft flesh of her belly and occasionally tease the edges of her belly button. Next, I slid my hand up along the middle of my wife’s torso, nestling my arm between her beautiful breasts. I paused in the cleavage between her full mounds, content to feel the weight of her large right breast pressing against the side of my wrist and hand. I rested there quietly for a while, but the warmth and softness of Janet’s full bosom beckoned me.

The area on the front of Janet’s breast, above the nipple, is also one of my “favorites,” as the flesh there is incredibly soft—so soft that when I touch the skin there, I can barely feel it, and that sensation is very, very arousing to me. As my fingertips delighted in caressing “my spot” on her breast, I felt her nipple becoming hard, the nubbin stiffening against the inside of my forearm. It took all my willpower not to go after that inviting tip of flesh with my fingers and thumb, but I wanted to build the fire of desire slowly. I just kept caressing Janet’s full breast, letting the slight movements of my arm brush and tease her nipple further.

After a bit, my wife stopped her video. “You are sooo impatient,” Janet teased, unplugging from the electronics. “That’s not true,” I stated, nuzzling the back of her head and taking in the fragrance of her hair. “And now I would like a reward…” Janet’s answer was to shift her body toward me so I could do what I wanted. Many nights I would just “dive right in” and begin playing with her body in earnest, but tonight I surprised her by pausing my activities. “Would you do me a favor?” I asked, my voice slightly hoarse from excitement. “What would you like?” my wife answered, probably expecting an enjoyable physical activity. I kissed her passionately, then said, “While I slip my pajamas off and get the coconut oil, would you take off your shirt for me?” The promise of the oil sent her desire even higher. She loves it when we use the slippery substance all over our bodies, and it means we are going to take our time and enjoy each other thoroughly. “Of course,” she replied.

I discarded my sleeping clothes and reached over to my nightstand to find the small jar of oil that always made our lovemaking sessions even better. I opened the container and placed it close by, then turned my attention to my beautiful wife of 40 years. Janet was now covered only by the thin sheet. As I slid closer, she raised the sheet and invited me to get under it as well. I accepted her invitation and then let my ravenous eyes wander up and down her naked body. The white window shades allowed in enough of the moonlight and distant streetlights that I could see her form very well in the dim surroundings. My lovely wife stretched her arms above her head and let them rest on the pillows, giving me full access to her chest. “Oh, my,” I murmured, “this is a sight worth waiting for.” I kissed the side of her neck and murmured, “And now I would like a reward…”

As I prepared the oil, I noticed a change in her posture, her legs straightening slightly, exposing more of her inner thigh. My hand trailed down to her lower back and legs, and I had a lot of freedom to massage and play. After working the muscles of her lower back, kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, and enjoyed the feel of her thighs, I pressed into her leg muscles, finally

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