Silent Throbs, Shared Secrets

The fluorescent lights of the home office hummed, casting a sterile glow on my wife, Eleanor, as she stared intently at the computer screen. Her brow furrowed, a telltale sign of the migraine that had been plaguing her for weeks. The rhythmic tapping of keys, usually a comforting sound, now felt like an irritant, exacerbating her discomfort. She was a beautiful woman, even when battling an agonizing headache, a fact I found myself obsessing over more and more each day. Her petite frame, accentuated by her blonde hair and piercing green eyes, held a captivating allure. The way she moved, the subtle curve of her lips, the delicate tracery of veins beneath her pale skin – it all contributed to my enduring fascination. And, let's be honest, the fact that she shaved her pussy completely bare for me was an added bonus.

A wave of sympathy washed over me as I noticed the grimace twisting her features. "Honey, you look awful," I murmured, rising from my desk chair. "Let's see if a little relaxation does the trick."

I retrieved my robe, tossing it aside to reveal my own naked form. My arousal intensified as my gaze lingered on her vulnerable state, the tension radiating from her tense muscles. "Would you like to lie down on the bed?" I asked, my voice gentle.

“That sounds nice,” she replied, her voice strained, as she rose from her chair and made her way to the bedroom. The simple act of her walking towards the bedroom, shedding her robe, already felt like a step towards relief. I followed close behind, anticipating the moment when she would collapse onto the plush mattress.

As she lay down, her petite backside was undeniably captivating. The curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her glutes, it was a primal instinct that demanded my attention. My own robe discarded, I knelt beside her, ready to begin the soothing massage. I started with her feet, gently massaging the arches and heels, paying particular attention to the tender spots where the pressure built up. Her red nail polish, a vibrant shade of crimson, added a touch of elegance to her already stunning form.

“That feels so good,” she whispered, her voice laced with pleasure. "You're really good at this." Her words fueled my desire, making me even more focused on alleviating her suffering. I confess, I harbor a mild foot fetish, and the sensation of her tiny toes and feet responding to my touch was intoxicating. She requested that I cum on them, but not today. My intention was purely to offer comfort and relief from her debilitating headache.

Moving upwards, I continued the massage, working my way along her calves and thighs. My thumbs gently brushed her pussy, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through her. Then, without restraint, I began to lick her legs, from the top of her calves to the tips of her ankles. Her skin was soft and warm, her scent a blend of vanilla and lavender. The rhythmic motion, coupled with my focused attention, brought a sense of calm to her tense muscles.

Reaching her rear, I used both hands to squeeze and knead her ass cheeks. “I love you squeezing my ass,” she purred, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. I spent a considerable amount of time on this location, savoring the sensation of my hands pressing into her sensitive flesh. Bending over, I nibbled and bit on her cheek, and finally, succumbed to the overwhelming urge, licking every inch of her beautiful backside. She moaned with pleasure, her body arching in response to my relentless stimulation.

Next, I shifted my attention to her back, carefully massaging the muscles along her spine. Her lower back bore a cute little birthmark and mole, a subtle detail that only added to her unique beauty. As I worked my way upwards, I felt a surge of tenderness for this amazing woman. Her shoulders, tense from years of pain, were particularly sensitive. After a while, she pinpointed a specific area that required extra attention. As I massaged the affected region, she seemed to be experiencing a moment of relief from her pounding headache. Her neck, another frequent source of discomfort, also received my focused attention. I gently manipulated the tight tendons, easing the tension and pain.

As I massaged her thin neck, my left hand began to slowly stroke my own member. The sight of her naked form, her eyes closed in relaxation, sent a shiver down my spine. The sensation intensified as her body arched slightly, exposing her perfect breasts. Unable to resist, I began to massage her hard nipples, pinching and rolling them with a gentle hand. Then, succumbing to the primal urge, I started sucking on them, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. "Can we make an appointment to fuck tonight?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation. "If your headache is gone," I replied, my own arousal reaching fever pitch. I knew that making love to her while she was in pain would be a futile endeavor. Yet, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming desire to please her, to soothe her suffering.

Kissing her softly, I turned to dress for work, leaving her alone on the bed. “May I hold it a minute?” she pleaded, reaching out and gripping my member with her delicate hands. It was impossible for me to resist her touch. My own body responded immediately, and after a minute of her jacking me off, I asked her to kiss it once. She obliged, her lips gently tracing the contours of my hard cock. But then, she began to suck on me, pulling me closer to her body as I stood by the bed. My moans of pleasure grew louder, my muscles tensing with each passing moment. My member, now a vibrant shade of purple due to the intensity of the arousal, stood erect and firm, a testament to the power of her touch. I knew she was hurting, but I couldn't bring myself to care. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.

As I continued to stroke my member, my senses heightened, my mind lost in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain. Her touch was exquisite, her scent intoxicating, her presence captivating. It was a moment suspended in time, a perfect blend of lust, desire, and ecstasy. But even in this blissful state, I remained mindful of her suffering, aware that her headache still lingered. The thought of taking her to bed, knowing that she might not be able to fully enjoy the experience, weighed heavily on my mind. Yet, I couldn’t deny my own desires, my own needs, my own overwhelming love for this incredible woman.

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