Wife's Relief: A Back Therapy Session

The call had come in unexpectedly, leaving me short-handed at the office. It was a demanding job, and the client insisted on completion regardless, so Karen, my wife, stepped in to cover the shift. She’d been particularly stiff and sore from the previous day’s labor, and I decided to give her a much-needed back rub. Honestly, my intention was purely to relieve her discomfort, not to explore any romantic inclinations. However, fate intervened in the most delightful way. As I began to gently massage her back, she directed me to the areas of greatest pain, her smooth skin and voluptuous curves quickly captivating my attention. A silent desire began to stir within me, a longing to ease her suffering beyond the purely physical. Despite my best efforts to maintain a professional distance, my hands roamed across her body, tracing the contours of her back, shoulders, and eventually leading down to her hips. The scent of her skin, warm and inviting, intensified my arousal. It wasn't long before she slipped into her nightgown, allowing me unhindered access to her nudity. I was wearing boxers that night, a habit I occasionally indulged in, and as I knelt beside her, my shaft involuntarily grew to almost its full size, resting uncomfortably against her side. I tried to minimize the contact, but the primal urge was too strong to ignore. Each groan from her, a testament to her pleasure, seemed to ignite my own arousal, sending shivers down my spine. I continued to rub, press, and caress her sore muscles, focusing intensely on her lower back, where her moans grew louder and more frequent. Her body responded to my touch with an eagerness that both thrilled and intimidated me. Occasionally, my hands would slide across her ass, pressing down on her backbone, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. “Keep going,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. I shifted my focus to her legs and feet, listening intently to her body for cues, gauging her response to each stroke. Karen began to squirm against my hands as I massaged her ass and thighs, a clear sign of her escalating arousal. Without hesitation, I slid my hand up her back, following the curve of her spine to her neck, applying firm pressure while squeezing her muscles. Her moans intensified, transitioning from pain relief to something deeper, a longing that mirrored my own burgeoning desires. As I moved my right hand down to her bottom, my thumb pushing on her tailbone while my left hand maintained pressure on her lower back, I noticed a distinctive shift in her response. Her moans intensified, accompanied by a subtle yet insistent thrust against my hand. Her body was saturated with moisture, slick and inviting, a stark contrast to the earlier stiffness. She let out a soft moan, sighed, and lifted her ass slightly against my hand, a clear invitation for further exploration. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I slowly extended my hand, my fingers sliding between her ass cheeks, reveling in the velvety softness of her flesh. The sensation was exquisite, a potent blend of pleasure and anticipation. As I moved my fingers further down, discovering hidden folds and creases, she responded with an eager moan and another powerful thrust against my hand. Karen’s body was becoming increasingly slick and pliable, her movements almost involuntary as she surrendered to my touch. I began to trace my fingers along her lower back, feeling the tension slowly release from her muscles. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, hinting at a deeper level of desire. I slid my hand across her ass once more, my thumb applying pressure to her tailbone, followed by a slow, deliberate descent with my fingers, reveling in the pleasure of her response. Her body arched against my hand, her muscles tensing with each touch, as she seemed to revel in my control. The air crackled with unspoken tension, thick with lust and anticipation. Finally, she took the plunge, uttering a breathless whimper as she leaned into my touch. "Please, Paul, stop teasing me," she pleaded, her voice barely audible. I obliged, pushing my thumb against her rosebud while my fingers strummed her pussy, just the way she liked it, while my right hand remained on her neck, squeezing and rubbing hard. She responded with a series of passionate thrusts, her body writhing with pleasure as I moved my fingers faster and faster against her wetness, exploring every inch of her arousal. The sensation was overwhelming, a cascade of pleasure that washed over me as she released a powerful climax, spraying a torrent of liquid onto my hand. She rolled over onto her side, allowing my cock to slip free, and eagerly sought to swallow it whole. Her lips and tongue worked tirelessly, driving me wild as she attempted to contain my overflowing pleasure. Within moments, the pressure built, and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I got rock hard, and Karen felt the surge of my arousal, whining in anticipation as I thrust myself into her throat. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and release, as I continued to ejaculate, showering her with cum until she could no longer breathe. Finally, I pulled my cock out, still dripping with fluid, and she looked at me with an intense, lustful stare. “How does your back feel?” I asked, a playful smirk playing on my lips. She simply shrugged, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken desire, and pulled me closer, holding me tight, as if to say, "Perfect."

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