Midnight Blue Bites: A Twisted Start

The scent of lavender and chamomile hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the morning’s tempestuous mood. Opal, clad in a pristine, pale blue silk robe, moved with a languid grace as she prepared Kostas’ coffee, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Good morning, love. That black suit ‘suits’ you today!” she murmured, her voice laced with a playful tease.

Kostas, still bleary-eyed from a restless night, grunted in response. “It’s blue,” he snapped, snatching the offered mug and taking a large gulp. “Yes, but they aren’t synonyms.”

“Oh, it’s must be the lighting, black and blue are really close…” Opal offered, attempting to diffuse the tension with a lighthearted remark. “Okay, love, whatever you say.”

As she buttered a pan for breakfast, Kostas remained silent, his thoughts consumed by the relentless demands of his dual jobs and the nagging worry about his parents’ insistence on employing his neighbor’s son. The constant pressure, coupled with the stress of a demanding client threatening to expose a minor accounting error, weighed heavily on his mind. He’d even found himself comparing his woes to the suffering of Christ, a futile attempt to put things into perspective.

The ringing of his cell phone shattered the quiet, pulling him from his spiraling thoughts. It was his boss, a perpetually impatient man who seemed to thrive on creating chaos. “Who is that?” Opal inquired, her brow furrowed with concern.

After a few minutes, Kostas hung up, a grim expression etched on his face. He slumped into a chair in the living room, retrieving his iPad and diving into a sea of emails, the digital world a temporary escape from his mounting anxieties. Opal, sensing his unease, finished preparing breakfast and placed his plate before him.

The doorbell chimed, a jarring intrusion that further disrupted his already frayed nerves. As he opened the door, a wave of warmth washed over him, a welcome distraction from the gloom that had clung to him all morning. There stood Opal, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light, clad in a breathtaking blue lingerie set that he’d purchased but never dared to wear. A matching blue paint adorned her toenails, and the gray silk robe seemed to cling to her curves, accentuating her inherent beauty.

Kostas was struck dumb, a primal surge of desire coursing through his veins. Neither of them spoke, their eyes meeting in a silent acknowledgment of the intense connection that bound them together. The air crackled with unspoken longing, a shared understanding of the simmering attraction between them.

“Strip. Eyes on me,” Opal commanded, her voice a low, sensual murmur. Without hesitation, Kostas obeyed, removing his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest that made his breath catch in his throat.

“Oh, how I love to have this sculpted chest pressed up against me,” Opal breathed, her hands and lips tracing the contours of his nipples and abs before stepping back, observing his reaction with a knowing smile.

“Continue,” she commanded, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. Kostas shed his shirt and then unfastened his pants, allowing them and his underwear to fall to the floor, all while maintaining intense eye contact with his wife.

“And this big guy I love to have pressed up inside me,” Opal whispered, her voice thick with desire, as she leaned in and kissed Kostas’ fully alert friend. Moans escaped his lips as she pulled away, standing tall and proud, her gaze unwavering. She led him to their bedroom, where a selection of massage oil and candles awaited them.

As she lit the candles, casting flickering shadows across the room, Kostas watched her movements with rapt attention, mesmerized by her every gesture. The aroma of lavender and chamomile filled the air, creating an atmosphere of sensual anticipation.

Shedding her silk robe, Opal crawled onto the bed and into Kostas’ lap, facing him with her feet behind him on the headboard. A passionate kiss sealed their reunion, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. They grabbed and groped each other's bodies, their movements increasingly frantic, as Opal pulled away to retrieve the massage oil.

Placing her hands on Kostas’ upper shoulders, she began to knead the muscular tissue, her touch both firm and gentle. “I know that this morning, I was just the collateral damage of all the stress you’ve been under,” Opal said, pressing a soft kiss to his chin.

“I-” Kostas began, but Opal silenced him with a gentle finger to his lips. “No talking in the spa.”

A smoldering, sultry grin tilted her lips as Opal continued, “But this morning when you left, I wasn’t thinking that. In fact, I was still fuming.” She trailed kisses down the right side of his neck, igniting a fire within him.

“Then a lady in front of me at the store today was struggling to pay for her groceries. She said her husband claimed that he had paid his share this month.” Her lips grazed his left side of his neck.

“I paid for her food, and I couldn’t help but get in my car and praise God for you.” Opal’s lips brushed his cheeks, lips, and nose. “Hardworking…strong…” His arms and hands felt her lips next, and she kissed his fingers. “Sensitive and compassionate.”

Now her lips returned to his chest, kissing over his heart—“Armored in God,”—and down his firm stomach. “The selfless gentle giant…”

His muscular thighs received the gentle brush of her lips as she spoke her appreciation of him. “Humble…” and she kissed his knees. “And beautiful. What a wonderful man of God you are.” Opal’s mouth brushed Kostas’ ankle before moving to his heel, gracing the sole of each foot with kisses up to the ball and tickling it while blessing each toe. Working her way back to Kostas’ lap, Opal said, “So you have two options: we can finish out this massage and then make love, or we can make love and then finish the massage.”

“Mmm, you are giving me the choice?” Kostas replied, his voice husky with anticipation.

“I am, but that choice can be revoked.”

“Finish the massage. This time, do my back, and I want to tell you all the things I love about you.”

“Roll over then, big guy.”

“He only pushes forward, in and out. You should know that by now,” Kostas joked before rolling onto his stomach.

“Oh, I am well acquainted,” Opal teases back, now straddling his back and rubbing lavender massage oil between her hands.

As she kneads his neck, he begins his praise of her. “You are so beautiful.” At his shoulders, he says, “My prayer partner,” then as her hands drop to his arms, “and my cuddle bear.” Her hands work his upper back then lower, as he goes on. “My best friend. My book buddy.” Her strong fingers dig into his butt cheeks, and he groans. “My selfless lover.” From the backs of his thighs to his calves, he adds, “My pizza-eating pal,” then, “My inspiration.” As she massages his ankles, he murmurs, “My gift from God,” and then, as she anoints and caresses his feet, adds, “a model of Jesus’ love.”
Now her lips return to his chest, kissing over his heart—“Armored in God,”—and down his firm stomach. “The selfless gentle giant…”
His muscular thighs receive the gentle brush of her lips as she speaks her appreciation of him. “Humble…” and she kisses his knees. “And beautiful. What a wonderful man of God you are.” Opal’s mouth brushed Kostas’ ankle before moving to his heel, gracing the sole of each foot with kisses up to the ball and tickling it while blessing each toe. Working her way back to Kostas’ lap, Opal said, “So you have two options: we can finish out this massage and then make love, or we can make love and then finish the massage.”
“Mmm, you are giving me the choice?” Kostas replied, his voice husky with anticipation.
“I am, but that choice can be revoked.”
“Finish the massage. This time, do my back, and I want to tell you all the things I love about you.”
“Roll over then, big guy.”
“He only pushes forward, in and out. You should know that by now,” Kostas joked before rolling onto his stomach.
“Oh, I am well acquainted,” Opal teases back, now straddling his back and rubbing lavender massage oil between her hands.
As she kneads his neck, he begins his praise of her. “You are so beautiful.” At his shoulders, he says, “My prayer partner,” then as her hands drop to his arms, “and my cuddle bear.” Her hands work his upper back then lower, as he goes on. “My best friend. My book buddy.” Her strong fingers dig into his butt cheeks, and he groans. “My selfless lover.” From the backs of his thighs to his calves, he adds, “My pizza-eating pal,” then, “My inspiration.” As she massages his ankles, he murmurs, “My gift from God,” and then, as she anoints and caresses his feet, adds, “a model of Jesus’ love.”
Now her lips return to his chest, kissing over his heart—“Armored in God,”—and down his firm stomach. “The selfless gentle giant…”
His muscular thighs receive the gentle brush of her lips as she speaks her appreciation of him. “Humble…” and she kisses his knees. “And beautiful. What a wonderful man of God you are.” Opal’s mouth brushed Kostas’ ankle before moving to his heel, gracing the sole of each foot with kisses up to the ball and tickling it while blessing each toe. Working her way back to Kostas’ lap, Opal said, “So you have two options: we can finish out this massage and then make love, or we can make love and then finish the massage.”
“Mmm, you are giving me the choice?” Kostas replied, his voice husky with anticipation.
“I am, but that choice can be revoked.”
“Finish the massage. This time, do my back, and I want to tell you all the things I love about you.”
“Roll over then, big guy.”
“He only pushes forward, in and out. You should know that by now,” Kostas joked before rolling onto his stomach.
“Oh, I am well acquainted,” Opal teases back, now straddling his back and rubbing lavender massage oil between her hands.
As she kneads his neck, he begins his praise of her. “You are so beautiful.” At his shoulders, he says, “My prayer partner,” then as her hands drop to his arms, “and my cuddle bear.” Her hands work his upper back then lower, as he goes on. “My best friend. My book buddy.” Her strong fingers dig into his butt cheeks, and he groans. “My selfless lover.” From the backs of his thighs to his calves, he adds, “My pizza-eating pal,” then, “My inspiration.” As she massages his ankles, he murmurs, “My gift from God,” and then, as she anoints and caresses his feet, adds, “a model of Jesus’ love.”
Now her lips return to his chest, kissing over his heart—“Armored in God,”—and down his firm stomach. “The selfless gentle giant…”
His muscular thighs receive the gentle brush of her lips as she speaks her appreciation of him. “Humble…” and she kisses his knees. “And beautiful. What a wonderful man of God you are.” Opal’s mouth brushed Kostas’ ankle before moving to his heel, gracing the sole of each foot with kisses up to the ball and tickling it while blessing each toe. Working her way back to Kostas’ lap, Opal said, “So you have two options: we can finish out this massage and then make love, or we can make love and then finish the massage.”
“Mmm, you are giving me the choice?” Kostas replied, his voice husky with anticipation.
“I am, but that choice can be revoked.”
“Finish the massage. This time, do my back, and I want to tell you all the things I love about you.”
“Roll over then, big guy.”
“He only pushes forward, in and out. You should know that by now,” Kostas joked before rolling onto his stomach.
“Oh, I am well acquainted,” Opal teases back, now straddling his back and rubbing lavender massage oil between her hands.
As she kneads his neck, he begins his praise of her. “You are so beautiful.” At his shoulders, he says, “My prayer partner,” then as her hands drop to his arms, “and my cuddle bear.” Her hands work his upper back then lower, as he goes on. “My best friend. My book buddy.” Her strong fingers dig into his butt cheeks, and he groans. “My selfless lover.” From the backs of his thighs to his calves, he adds, “My pizza-eating pal,” then, “My inspiration.” As she massages his ankles, he murmurs, “My gift from God,” and then, as she anoints and caresses his feet, adds, “a model of Jesus’ love.”
Now her lips return to his chest, kissing over his heart—“Armored in God,”—and down his firm stomach. “The selfless gentle giant…”
His muscular thighs receive the gentle brush of her lips as she speaks her appreciation of him. “Humble…” and she kisses his knees. “And beautiful. What a wonderful man of God you are.” Opal’s mouth brushed Kostas’ ankle before moving to his heel, gracing the sole of each foot with kisses up to the ball and tickling it while blessing each toe. Working her way back to Kostas’ lap, Opal said, “So you have two options: we can finish out this massage and then make love, or we can make love and then finish the massage.”
“Mmm, you are giving me the choice?” Kostas replied, his voice husky with anticipation.
“I am, but that choice can be revoked.”
“Finish the massage. This time, do my back, and I want to tell you all the things I love about you.”
“Roll over then, big guy.”
“He only pushes forward, in and out. You should know that by now,” Kostas joked before rolling onto his stomach.
“Oh, I am well acquainted,” Opal teases back, now straddling his back and rubbing lavender massage oil between her hands.
As she kneads his neck, he begins his praise of her. “You are so beautiful.” At his shoulders, he says, “My prayer partner,” then as her hands drop to his arms, “and my cuddle bear.” Her hands work his upper back then lower, as he goes on. “My best friend. My book buddy.” Her strong fingers dig into his butt cheeks, and he groans. “My selfless lover.” From the backs of his thighs to his calves, he adds, “My pizza-eating pal,” then, “My inspiration.” As she massages his ankles, he murmurs, “My gift from God,” and then, as she anoints and caresses his feet, adds, “a model of Jesus’ love.”
Now her lips return to his chest, kissing over his heart—“Armored in God,”—and down his firm stomach. “The selfless gentle giant…”
His muscular thighs receive the gentle brush of her lips as she speaks her appreciation of him. “Humble…” and she kisses his knees. “And beautiful. What a wonderful man of God you are.” Opal’s mouth brushed Kostas’ ankle before moving to his heel, gracing the sole of each foot with kisses up to the ball and tickling it while blessing each toe. Working her way back to Kostas’ lap, Opal said, “So you have two options: we can finish out this massage and then make love, or we can make love and then finish the massage.”
“Mmm, you are giving me the choice?” Kostas replied, his voice husky with anticipation.
“I am, but that choice can be revoked.”
“Finish the massage. This time, do my back, and I want to tell you all the things I love about you.”
“Roll over then, big guy.”
“He only pushes forward, in and out. You should know that by now,” Kostas joked before rolling onto his stomach.
“Oh, I am well acquainted,” Opal teases back, now straddling his back and rubbing lavender massage oil between her hands.
As she kneads his neck, he begins his praise of her. “You are so beautiful.” At his shoulders, he says, “My prayer partner,” then as her hands drop to his arms, “and my cuddle bear.” Her hands work his upper back then lower, as he goes on. “My best friend. My book buddy.” Her strong fingers dig into his butt cheeks, and he groans. “My selfless lover.” From the backs of his thighs to his calves, he adds, “My pizza-eating pal,” then, “My inspiration.” As she massages his ankles, he murmurs, “My gift from God,” and then, as she anoints and caresses his feet, adds, “a model of Jesus’ love.”
Now her lips return to his chest, kissing over his heart—“Armored in God,”—and down his firm stomach. “The selfless gentle giant…”
His muscular thighs receive the gentle brush of her lips as she speaks her appreciation of him. “Humble…” and she kisses his knees. “And beautiful. What a wonderful man of God you are.” Opal’s mouth brushed Kostas’ ankle before moving to his heel, gracing the sole of each foot with kisses up to the ball and tickling it while blessing each toe. Working her way back to Kostas’ lap, Opal said, “So you have two options: we can finish out this massage and then make love, or we can make love and then finish the massage.”
“Mmm, you are giving me the choice?” Kostas replied, his voice husky with anticipation.
“I am, but that choice can be revoked.”
“Finish the massage. This time, do my back, and I want to tell you all the things I love about you.”
“Roll over then, big guy.”
“He only pushes forward, in and out. You should know that by now,” Kostas joked before rolling onto his stomach.
“Oh, I am well acquainted,” Opal teases back, now straddling his back and rubbing lavender massage oil between her hands.
As she kneads his neck, he begins his praise of her. “You are so beautiful.” At his shoulders, he says, “My prayer partner,” then as her hands drop to his arms, “and my cuddle bear.” Her hands work his upper back then lower, as he goes on. “My best friend. My book buddy.” Her strong fingers dig into his butt

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