The Details ~ Ignite Giveaway 2020 Winner

The weekend had finally arrived. Mark, not usually detail-oriented, had painstakingly gone through every step of his surprise for maximum effect. This was going to be a weekend his bride would never forget. For months, he had been planning this. Every trip to the store ended with an extra $10 or $20 cashback withdrawal so as not to raise suspicion. He had stockpiled and then spent that money wisely.

The biggest purchase was the professional massage table which took some time learning exactly how to set up and tear down correctly (not as easy as one would think). Mark enlisted the help of an old friend, a massage therapist whom Jessica had never met. Then Mark ordered professional oils, scented candles, and even went as far as buying scrubs.

The best part of all of this, Mark thought to himself, was the research. Mark had gotten a massage a week for each of the last four weeks. After also having spent hours on YouTube and going thorough four different massage therapy books, he had acquired at least a working man’s knowledge of massage.  At least enough fake it. “Enough to fake it,” Mark smirked at the thought, then uttered to himself, “that’ll be the only ‘faking it’ that happens next weekend.”

Two hours away, just over the state line, Mark and Jessica’s best friends in the world, Kenneth and Mary, were packing the car for their part in this surprise. This weekend had been in the works for a year. Mary was scheduled to present at a small professional conference in one of the new vacation hotspots in their region, just a few hours’ drive for each of the couples. It had taken everything in Mary’s power to hide this from Jessica. Each one of those special items—oils, table, candles, everything needed to make their hotel room a functional spa—had been ordered and shipped to Kenneth and Mary’s house. They were bringing it all.

Kenneth and Mary planned to arrive early in the morning, hours before Mark and Jessica, mainly to afford Mary enough time to attend the opening session of her conference. The conference was being held at a neighboring, but not nearly as nice, hotel. Mark and Kenneth had arranged for rooms across the hall from each other in the hotel—not adjoining because that would be too weird with all they had planned.

As Kenneth and Mary were checking into the hotel (and leaving a key to their room for Mark and his grand plan), back at home, Jessica was stepping out of the shower only to find the first of what would be many small gifts. This one was a sundress, yellow with light blue flowers and spaghetti straps. It was accompanied by a note that read, “This isn’t fancy or anything… but this weekend is about comfort and relaxation. Get comfy and get ready to have the most relaxing and rejuvenating weekend of your life.”

She came out of the bathroom only to find her second surprise: her parents! They were here to spend the weekend with Mark and Jessica’s daughter. Being a working mother active in and outside of the home, it could be challenging for Jessica to find the time to relax and allow the fun parts of life to be fun and not a chore.

Jessica was starting to realize that Mark was up to something and trying to make it special for her. So, she decided to play along. She walked over to her underwear drawer, debate whether to wear his favorites or none at all. She decided on his favorites. She dug past all of the lacy thongs and sexy panties, going straight for the smallest g string that she had. The tiny little triangle that covered her bald pussy was sheer in the front and, at the right angle, just see-through enough. As she slipped them on under the sundress she noticed the purple in her panties was a perfect complement to the purple flowers on the dress. “There’s no way he did that on purpose,” she thought. “He’s not that detail-oriented.”

He had the car packed already, so as soon as she finished her makeup and hair, off they went. He turned on her favorite jazz station on satellite radio and told her to recline her seat and relax.

The first hour of the trip was delightful. The warm early morning sun soothed Jessica’s skin as she drifted off to sleep. Her deep, relaxing breaths brought so much joy to Mark. Not only could he sense that she was truly relaxing, which she needed, each deep breath allowed her breasts that he adored to push against the thin fabric of her sundress.

Mark had a thought. He wondered if the contrast of cool air conditioning with the warm sun would encourage her nipples to poke out just enough to allow him to see the contour. Those firm little buds turn him on every time he sees, touches, or tweaks them. With each passing mile marker, he quietly reached up and turned the temp down ever so slightly and adjusted the vents just so. It didn’t take long for Mark to realize his plan was working.

Every now and then, Jessica would shift in her seat, and more and more of her beautiful pale skin would come into view. They drove another hour with Mark’s hand lying comfortably on her thigh, not too high to be considered sexual but high enough that nobody else should be touching her there.

Jessica woke up with about 45 minutes remaining in the drive. They had a wonderful time filled with laughter, good conversation, and the occasional flirty comment coming from one or the other. When they arrived at the hotel, Mark went and handled the check-in duties while Jessica perused the overpriced boutique in the lobby. Just as she was beginning to contemplate buying another bag that she didn’t need, her hubby arrived to save her from herself. He took her by the hand and led her away.

Walking straight across the hotel atrium, he brought her to the salon and day spa. As Jessica realized where they were going, she became so excited! Mark knew how much she LOVED a good massage, but with mom duties and their schedules, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had one.

He walked her to the desk and said, “Hi, we have an appointment for a manicure and pedicure.” Jessica tried her best to be thankful and act surprised, but it was almost impossible not to hide her disappointment. “A mani-pedi??” she thought. “That’s all?!?! I NEED a massage. Oh, well.  He tried, but once again he forgets the details.”

Mark noticed and did his best not to smirk. He tried to act cold to it all, leaving her there with a kiss on the cheek and  an “Enjoy,” and took off.

Mark knew he had just enough time to go to the 24th floor, get to room 2412, retrieve his items from Kenneth and Mary’s room, and then prepare Spa 2413. He did just that. He set up the massage table with sheets and towels, lit candles all over the room, and started spa music playing. Mark left Jessica a note instructing her to get comfortable, saying, “I’ve ordered you an in-room massage. I’ll be back when it’s over and we can go to dinner.” He then slipped across the hall to continue getting ready. At this point Mark was nearly sweating, so he shot a quick text to Kenneth.

Mark: Ken, mind if I take a quick shower?

Kenneth: Of course not. Just don’t touch yourself knowing what you’re about to do.

Mark: Dude come on. I’ll be lucky to make it through the back massage portion. Say a prayer that I don’t turn into a one-minute man or a horny teenager who can’t control himself.

Kenneth: Done. Good luck!

Mark took a quick shower and put on the scrubs he had ordered. Then, like a kid waiting on Santa, he stood by the door and peered through the peephole to see Jessica enter their room. After just a few minutes of self-inflicted, clock-watching torture, she appeared. He watched as his wife disappeared behind the closed door of 2413 and decided he’d give her a few minutes to get comfortable.

Jessica found the note and immediately melted. “HE KNEW!!” she thought to herself. “I’ve needed a relaxing weekend and he’s going all out!”

She got undressed for her massage and, as is customary when it’s a new massage therapist, left her panties on. Some masseurs just feel a little creepy, and she wanted to be extra careful. She lay face down on the table, and just as she was adjusting the sheet on top of her, she heard her door open.

“Weird,” she thought. “Did Mark just give the masseur the key to the room? And what’s he gonna be doing while I’m getting a massage? Probably watching football and drinking beer.”

Her mind was going in all sorts of directions. But very thought rolling around in her mind stopped when she felt strong hands on the top of her neck for the first time. She opened her eyes and, through the headrest, saw the black scrubs and bare feet.

The masseur slowly warmed some oil in his palms and began massaging her neck and back. She had a little inner struggle when it came to enjoying it. All she could think about was the price for an in-room massage at this swanky hotel. On top of that, it wasn’t the best massage she’d ever had and certainly not worth whatever that price was, but it was good enough so far.

From Mark’s point of view standing at the head of the table, he was unsure if she knew it was him yet. He could sense that she was starting to relax but not the same type of relaxing she does with him. This was more controlled and measured, “if you can relax that way.” His inner dialogue was genuinely funny to him.

He continued massaging her neck and working his way down her back, trying his best to recall everything he’d read. As he moved his way around the table using every technique he had learned, he could tell she was buying it. She thought he was a pro!

Mark decided to push the limits. He moved to the foot of the table and as he had learned, covered her back with the sheet, then rolled up it gently to expose her left leg. Taking firm control over her leg, he placed his strong hands around her calf and shin and bent it at the knee. He began a foot massage, but this time decided to intentionally start moving the whole scenario toward sensuality.

Slowly, Mark separated her legs as if it was unintentional. He acted completely normal when he moved the sheet just a bit more to expose the soft, round left side of her ass. His hands worked their way up to her hamstring, massaging it well. And with every stroke in between her legs, he allowed just his pinky to get ever so close to her mound, close enough that he could actually feel the heat from her sex.  He never touched her there, but he could see the effects.

Jessica was doing her best to remain calm, but the thought just hit her, “Oh. My. Lord. I basically have no panties on. This little g-string barely covers anything. Can he see my pussy?”

The answer was yes, and Mark was loving it. He continued on, repeating the same process to the other side, and this time going a step further. Separating her legs just a bit more, he now lightly brushed her pussy with every intimate stroke of her legs.

Up to this point, not a single word had been spoken. And that didn’t change when Mark confidently and purposefully moved the sheet and began massaging her perfect ass. He kneaded and rolled the flesh, exposing the little string of her panties with every movement and allowing that perfect little rosebud anus to stick out.

Mark thought to himself, “If I don’t either slow down or make a move, I’m going to shoot in my pants.” So he decided to make a move. He went back to the top of the table and started to massage her shoulders and upper arms. As he moved her arm to gain access to the important areas, he maneuvered it in such a way that the back of her hand was right at his thigh. Just then, Mark moved as if to switch to the other shoulder and arm, walking right into her hand. It placed his raging hard dick right in the palm of her hand.  She quickly jerked away, but she had noticed, and he knew she noticed. He felt her whole body tense up.

At this moment the whole atmosphere changed; Spa 2413 became sexually charged. He felt it was time, so he took this instant to say, “Mrs. Williamson, you may roll over now.”

Immediately, she recognized the familiar, sexy voice of her husband.  It all started to make sense, and her mind raced. Sheer shock, confusion, all the questions she had about where he learned massage, how this happened etc. quickly got shunted aside by her need to get off and get off now!

“Mrs. Williamson, your husband mentioned you’d had a rough few weeks and told me to do whatever you needed for release and relaxation.”  Mark began massaging those gorgeous big breasts that he loved. Her nipples responded to his touch as they always did. The way the oil made her areolas shine in the candlelight and the sight her flat tummy were about all he could take. This was his favorite view. He could see all of her.

He could also see the sheer triangle of her g-string was no longer adequately hiding her slit. The moisture had caused it to stick close to her lips, and he knew it was time.

Mark moved to the side of the table and said slyly, “I’m still sensing some tension in one area. It’s rare that I do this for new clients, but I feel it could help you.”

Jessica responded, “You’re the professional. Whatever you think is best.” With that, he slipped her panties off and could actually see a string of her wetness lingering between her panties to her pussy. Oh, yes, it was time.

While he WANTED to go down on his wife and lick her to orgasm, he knew she wanted immediate release. So Mark took two fingers of his right hand and placed them inside of her. He knew her spot and instinctively went for it. With his left hand, he began rubbing her clit with reckless abandon.

“Damn,” he thought, “this isn’t gonna take long at all.” Just then he remembered the “trick” he had learned early on in their relationship, that the right side of her clit gets her there quickest. Armed with that knowledge, he moved ever so slightly toward the top of the massage table, keeping the first two fingers of his right hand inside of her, and used the thumb of his left hand to make perfect circles on and with her clit.

Mark was proud of his dexterity at this point. In his mind, he attributed it to his weeks of massage training and the practice he had on pillows, their daughter’s stuffed animals, really anything he could find without being caught. As his thumb made circles with her clit, his forefinger and middle fingers began stroking just beside her clit, right where her lips open so regularly for him. Just like a master musician plucking at the strings of a harp or guitar, each stroke had the perfect rhythm and pressure.

By now, Jessica was grabbing and clutching at his wrists, almost violently writhing with pleasure.  He couldn’t help but pray that he had put the massage table up correctly and that it was sturdy enough for all of this, but he couldn’t worry about that now. Her panting was turning into moaning, which turned to grunts and guttural sounds of pure animalistic pleasure. Mark is always turned on by the sounds she makes when they make love, and this was no exception.

In a matter of 45 seconds to a minute, he noticed those goosebumps that always show up on her inner thighs just before her orgasm. Jessica pushed her hips high in the air and screamed, “OH MY GOD. I AM CUMMING. I’M GOING TO SOAK THIS ROOM!” Squirting wasn’t a regular occurrence, but it certainly wasn’t uncommon. And she was right. It was the biggest most forceful orgasm she could ever recall. The sound of his nonstop hand on her wet pussy was that of pure sex.

She was still shaking when she hopped down. Jessica wasted no time; she jerked his pants down to his ankles, releasing the hardest cock she’d ever seen. Nothing was said. She just turned and leaned over the table, raising her right leg to rest where she had just released, thus pushing her round ass out toward her husband, her lover, her masseur.

Mark didn’t take the time he normally would to enjoy the view of her pussy. He couldn’t stop. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed his rod into her aching pussy.

With that, she turned around and said, “I think my husband is going to enjoy this story. Fuck me like you’ve been wanting to since you saw my little g-string.”

There it was! Mark exploded, filling her pussy with his thick warm cum. They both collapsed onto the table. It gave a little bit, which sort of woke them up from this fantasy and back to reality.

Jessica looked at him, gave him a long loving kiss and a pat on the ass. “That was insane,” she said, “but I have so many questions. How did you pull this off?”

Mark’s responded, “A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“Ha!” Jessica replied. “Let’s go lie down. I bet when I get that dick in my mouth, I’ll convince you to share!  Maybe I’ll even share the story of what just happened to me with this dirty masseur you hired.”

As Mark watched his wife’s ass wiggle toward the bed, cum dripping down her leg, he had a moment of pure thankfulness. He stopped, looked toward the sky and thought, “THANK YOU, HEAVENLY FATHER, for the greatest gifts you can give me apart from salvation: a wife that I am wholeheartedly in love with, that I am more attracted to each day, and who LOVES. TO. FUCK.”

With that, he hopped on the bed next to his still-naked wife, and said, “So you wanna hear the details, huh?”

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Just as Jessica did her sexy little walk toward the bed, the elevator doors opened to allow Mary and Kenneth access to the 24th floor. Almost giddy with excitement for their friends, Kenneth and Mary were giggling and practically skipping down the hallway. Kenneth tried to shush Mary. “Hurry up, but be quiet. We can’t let her know we are here yet!”

Mark was sure he heard the faint whispers and giggles from the hallway as he climbed in the bed. As Jessica wrapped her warm, full lips around his slightly engorged penis head, he was certain the door across the hall closed.

Entering their own room, Mary glanced at the clock and noticed they had roughly an hour before their reservations at the restaurant downstairs. She ran off to the bathroom to begin getting ready.

Kenneth, assuming he had time to relax, settled into the chair beside the window. Suddenly Mary appeared, standing at the bathroom door in his favorite pair of purple French cut panties, her round breasts sitting perfectly on her chest.

“Hey, I need to get cleaned up for dinner, but how about we get dirty beforehand?” she said.

Kenneth, a little taken aback by this, answered the question of his bride by quickly jumping up and meeting her at the foot of their king-sized bed with an eager kiss. As she climbed onto the bed, he couldn’t help but notice and admire how perfectly her body had bounced back after bearing all five of their children.

Mary quickly began kissing his torso and down to the inside of his thighs, expertly allowing her hair to slowly tickle his genitals. Then she gave him a quick lick and swallowing his cock, in essence just to make sure he was as hard as she hoped.

As was their custom, while she began sucking her husband’s now rigid member, Kenneth reached toward the bedside table to retrieve her vibrator.

She stopped and looked him in the eye before saying, “We have time for all of that later. Right now, we need to hurry so we aren’t late for dinner.” With that, she moved her body up to climb on top of her husband.

As she did, Kenneth was almost sure that she lingered just enough to give him an extra-long look at her neatly trimmed pussy. He didn’t have much time to think as he felt her wetness now cover his shaft.

Slowly Mary began grinding her hips into her husband, allowing his pelvic bone to hit her clit in just the right spot. Still conscious of the time, she knew she had to make this one a quickie, so she began moving faster and faster until she reached a pace that that was perfect for each of them.

Kenneth, obviously enjoying himself, still had enough wits about him to think about his wife. How long it had been since they’d had sex like this: passionate, with purpose, and worry-free. You see, since Mark had contacted them about helping put this weekend together, he had secretly hoped it would rub off on his wife. He often described her as almost apathetic or even “asexual” when it came to intimacy between them.

Mark, always trying to look on the bright side, would offer words of encouragement and tell Kenneth how blessed he was to have a woman who rarely refused his needs. And when they did have sex, Mary would always orgasm and make sure he was satisfied. Kenneth would answer Mark, “Yeah, but with five kids, we are always so tired. We have fewer opportunities for spontaneity, and we ALWAYS have to be quiet.”

But this woman riding his cock was not an apathetic woman who scheduled sex every Wednesday and Saturday. This was a woman who was suddenly, carnally aware of her sexuality and wanted to cum with her man. Below her, circling her nipples with his thumbs, was her husband who wanted nothing more than to see his bride, the mother of his children, acting just like this.

Mary knew neither of them would last much longer and did something she never does. She hopped off Kenneth and got on all fours, looking back with a shy smile that invited him to take her doggy-style.

Across the hall, their best friends had shared a shower and gotten dressed. Jessica, thinking they were going to have a great night alone, convinced Mark to leave early for a few drinks before dinner. Just as they opened the door to move toward the elevators, they heard the unmistakable sounds of sex: moans, grunts, and then a muffled “OOOOMMMMYYYYGGGGGOOODDDDD.”

Jessica said, “It sounds like we weren’t the only ones getting it tonight. Maybe the masseur had another appointment.”

Mark, more than a little thrilled at what he just heard, just grabbed his wife’s hand and led her to the elevators.

As they approached the greeting area of the restaurant, Mark looked at Jessica and said, “Babe, I hope this is a weekend to remember. But I may have left out some of the details for the evening.”

Shifting his attention toward the hostess, he said, “Hi, we have a reservation for four at 7:00.”

The look of wonder on Jessica’s face quickly turned to excitement and pure joy accompanied with a slight scream of excitement as she saw Kenneth and Mary rounding the corner. Soon they were at their table, and the waiter delivered the first bottle of wine.

Jessica, acting as if she was going to propose a toast, feigned anger and said, “Okay, all three of you, I need some details!” The laughter trailed off as the two couples settled in for what was sure to become a great night.