Erotic Massage – A Night For Her – Part 1

As S entered their bedroom holding her husband’s hand, she had no clear idea what was awaiting her. She smelled a light incense burning, heard the sensuous sound of Enigma playing and felt an extra warmth in the air. Clearly, a space heater was working. The soft velvet blindfold blocked any further clues beyond the quick glimpse of a massage set-up on the bed before he had slipped it over her eyes and blocked her vision. “Mmm, erotic massage,” she thought.

Building Anticipation – Bath Time

Earlier in the evening, as she slide her tired body into the steamy, scented water, she’d found a note by the cold cocktail on the bathtub. It had only hinted at ‘complete relaxation and intense pleasure’ at G’s hands. Add that to the sexy postcard in her car as she had headed off to work that morning, full of innuendo and potential. ‘Trust me’ was the primary message. “I’ll take really, REALLY good care of you when you get home tonight,” the note had ended.

Several texts had come in as she worked her massage therapy job and all were in the same vein – expect something great tonight and relax into “the experience”. Knowing her husband’s mind and interest in her body and its pleasure, she knew she was in for an immensely satisfying evening. Her panties told her how much she was looking forward to it – damp to soaking wet all day long.

Soaking in the hot water, her body was certainly ready for the experience, whatever it might be. S slid her hands up and down and all around her silky skin, she imagined her husband’s hands, feeling sexier just knowing how sexy he saw her! The fingers of her free hand slowly explored the warm pink folds of her tight pussy as she slowly sipped her drink. After twenty peaceful minutes building arousal, she grabbed her razor and took care of the one grooming instruction G’s note had insisted upon.

As she got out of the tub, skin flushed pink, freshly shaved and a little tipsy, he had entered the room with a fresh drink, bare-chested and wearing the jeans she loved best. Without saying a word he handed her the glass and bent his head to her dripping breasts. Starting on the underside of each, he gently licked the bathwater from each breast, slowly working inward toward the hardening nipples, finishing with a long, hard suck on each.

As her moans increased and her legs weakened, he knelt before her and wrapped his arms around her hips, grabbing the warm cheeks of her ass. Taking his time, he blew cool breath on her warm, wet lips, sending shudders through her core. Up and down he blew, cooling the flushed flesh, before pausing and sliding the flat of his tongue very slowly from labia to clit and back, again and again, again and again. The bath water clinging to her pussy was completely replaced by her salty lubricant.

His strong hands reached lower around the backs of her thighs and pulled them further apart, increasing the access of his lips to hers. As S leaned back against the bathroom wall, her hands grabbed his head, encouraging his worship of her sex. His rhythm increased. Faster and faster, long strokes alternating with quick flicks from his tongue on her swollen clit…then one looong, strooong suck of the clit. He stopped! Her hands clutched his head harder and pressed him to her.

“Finish. Oh G, finish me, please finish,” S pleaded, half spoken, half moaned. But he stood, kissed her hard and turned for the bathroom door.

“I am finished for now, love. I just wanted to help you dry off,” he teased. “Now finish drying your beautiful body, finish that drink, put on those high heels and come to our bedroom. We’ve MUCH to do before dinner is served.”

The Massage

And that’s how she found herself at this point, standing at the entrance to the bedroom – clean, warm, tipsy, freshly shaved, and utterly naked but for high heels. The sound of Enigma’s “Principles of Lust” filled the room.

When the bedroom door had opened, her husband stepped out naked, his body oiled from head to toe. She reached out for his half-hard cock, also shaved and oiled. It was the last thing she’d seen, as without a word he’d slipped the soft velvet blindfold over her eyes and led her to the massage table where experience told her a long, hot-oil massage awaited that would end between her silky smooth legs.

Securing the blindfold tight over her eyes and cupping a hand over her crotch, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Relax into what I have planned for your body tonight, and concentrate on how wet, empty and needy your pretty little pussy feels. Before the night is over it will be stroked, stretched, licked, sucked and filled by your husband.”

He grabbed her hand and laid her face down on the massage table. She could immediately feel her body begin to melt into the warmth of an electric blanket beneath the soft cotton towel. His strong hands coaxed her hips and ass up in the air and slid the Liberator Wedge under the blanket and beneath her pelvis. Her ass in the air gave an odd feeling of vulnerability that heightened her arousal. No matter, she knew she was safe in her husband’s hands.

He ran both hands up the length of her nude body, from the tops of the high heels to the nape of her neck. Despite the warmth of his hands, the room and the blanket beneath her, she felt goosebumps rise on her flesh. The first drips of hot oil along her spine brought a deep groan from her lips. Instinctively her legs opened slightly. “Keep them closed, baby, tightly closed…for now,” he whispered, “I’ll open them when I’m ready.”

G’s hands began to spread the oil and work it into the muscles of her back and shoulders with long strokes, deep pressure, syncing with the pulsing music. Though she could see nothing she imagined his glistening body above hers in the soft, moody lighting. Because she could see nothing it forced her to concentrate on her other senses – smell, sound and certainly touch. Again her legs began to open. Again he stopped her.

“Closed.” A finger played gently across the slick opening of her sex. ”Closed, until I’m ready to massage these pouty lips and release that passion. Fair is fair, right love?”

S remembered the previous week when she had kept him ‘close but no orgasm’ for hours though a long teasing massage/sex session in a luxury motel suite. In those hours, she’d commanded her own release four times from the hands and tongue of her tightly bound husband! “Fair’s fair,” she mumbled, as he pressed her thighs back together.

More warm oil was dripped onto her back, ass and thighs, before being worked into her skin. His hands pressed and stroked every inch of the back of her body. At one point, she felt him climb astride her and nestle his hard cock between her cheeks. He gently rocked back and forth as his hands worked the muscles of her shoulders. The cock sliding along her flesh created an even deeper longing for penetration. She knew how tempting it must be for him!

But no penetration came. He pressed the whole weight of his body against her back and put his mouth to her ear. As she moaned and wiggled her rump against his stiff, veiny dick, he said, “I know you want it, baby, but not yet. Not quite yet…I’ll fill you soon. We’ll both cum soon.” And he slid down to the floor.

Eventually, the heels came off as he spent long minutes massaging her feet. Finally, “now, roll over and spread those legs for me.” She complied, the wedge still beneath her hips, legs bent and spread wide,she felt the air hit the wet glistening flesh of her labia. She could feel her own natural lubricant drip down. Without thinking, her right hand snaked down her flat belly and she began stroking and kneading the silky pink flesh. “That’s beautiful,” he said, dripping oil on her lower legs and thighs, “but no cumming, yet. That’s my job tonight. Just play and show me how much you want me.”

The music, softer now, faded to the background as the slurping sound of drenched pussy and frantic fingers took over. His hands left her legs and by experience she knew he was stroking his hard, smooth erection with his eyes locked on her masturbations. His own moans now joined hers. Encouraged by their clear mutual desire, she lifted her hips and stretched wide the lips, offering her deep pink interior to her Lover.

As her breathing increased and moans turned to muffled cries of “Oh..oh…”, he knew she was getting close. He grabbed her ankles firmly, “That’s enough. Save your release for me tonight, Love.”

She was startled, disappointed, but could hear the smile in his voice. She withdrew her drenched hand and gripped the warm blanket. “Save your cum for my cock.” With that, he kissed her deeply and took her hand leading her to the bed. “Face down, ass up on the pillows and open wide.”

END PART 1