Our First Erotic Massage (L/A)

This post includes strong language (L) and anal stimulation (A).

My wife has never been a fan of massage. Only on rare occasions will she let me massage her neck or shoulders after a hard day at the hospital. And even rarer are the occasions when she will massage me unless I really beg for it!

All of this runs counter to her sexuality. She loves physical and sexual intimacy but just hates being massaged (or so we thought?)

So when a married friend of Lauren’s recommended we try a massage “oil” she and her husband had used and loved (it’s actually a water-based solution), you can only imagine Lauren’s trepidation. Out of politeness, she took the sample pack from her friend and spoke only nonchalantly about it when one night, after she got home from the hospital, I noticed it on our kitchen counter of all places.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s some massage oil that [name edited out] gave me today. She said she and [husband’s name] had started using it, and they liked it. She thought maybe we would, too.”

“Wait, you mean erotic massage oil?”

Pause.

“Ya?” she answered sarcastically in her subtle Swedish accent.

“Well, how else was I supposed to know? Maybe it was for therapy?” I retorted.

In a bit of a bitchy mood, she rolled her eyes, went upstairs, and showered. Hello, bad mood!

Only later in the evening, over dinner, did I learn Lauren had a rough day.

That night, as we got in bed, I wasn’t sure Lauren would want sex after her hard day. Typically, we have sex every day except when one of us feels unwell or it’s that time of the month for her. Nevertheless, I gave Lauren a kiss goodnight, keeping my expectations low.

When she opened her mouth just a bit, inviting something far more than a quick kiss, I knew it was game on. Our tongues met, and the groping began.

Then I had an idea.

“How about I try some of that oil on you?” I asked.

She playfully rolled her eyes and probably realized I wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Whatever. Go for it.”

Quite surprised, I got out of bed and ran down to the kitchen—totally naked—grabbed the oil, and ran back upstairs to our bedroom. Fortunately, our son was already in bed, so the coast for my naked streak through the house was clear.

After quickly reading the directions, I realized it would be best if we had some layers between us and our bedding; otherwise, our sheets and comforter would be a mess. So I got some towels from the bathroom closet.

“What are you doing?” Lauren asked quite flirtatiously as I spread the towels on our bed and then asked her to lay back down on her stomach.

“You’re all mine,” I shot back. “Now just relax, honey.”

Straddling her, I shot some of the oil on her back, getting quite the reaction from her, and then began to rub her shoulders and down along her spine. She stayed quiet as I went to work on her. I could tell she was liking it and beginning to relax.

Then I spread her long, slender legs and got between them as I shot more oil on her ass and started to massage her cheeks. She whimpered just a bit, signaling her pleasure. So far, so good.

With her legs still spread, I worked her ass cheeks methodically, occasionally allowing my thumbs to graze over her pussy and slide up and over her asshole. Still whimpering, she spread her legs a little more, inviting me to get naughtier. Instead, I eased my way up her back and worked on her shoulders a bit more.

Lauren lifted her ass just a few inches, but it was enough to telegraph that she wanted me to return my attention there. I happily obliged, working her ass cheeks with my thumb and every so often “accidentally” making contact with her lady parts. She giggled whenever I did.

Then I began massaging her inner thighs, working from her mid-thighs up to her vagina. She was clearly getting turned on by the inner-thigh attention because her whimpering intensified. I glanced between her legs and could see her glistening lips and clitoris, wet and ready for action.

My cock now throbbing, I got her up on all fours and cupped her breasts as I positioned myself behind her, ready for doggy-style sex.

To my surprise, Lauren turned around, reached for the lube, and oiled up her left hand (the hand she likes to use for handjobs). She then took hold of my pulsating cock and started to give me the most glorious handjob, smiling as she pleasured me. I looked deeply into her eyes, not quite expecting this, and then cupped her breasts in my hands, stroking her nipples with my thumbs (which gets her very worked up).

“This feels so good,” I whimpered. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna cum.”

Lauren smiled and then responded, “OK.”

“I think I’d rather fuck you,” I clarified.

Not saying a word, she turned around and got on all fours, dropping to her elbows as an irresistible invitation for me to jack-hammer her pussy. My cock effortlessly slid in as she moaned in pleasure and looked back at me, biting her lip.

Oh my!

Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It was warm and dripping. She can sometimes get so turned on that her vagina practically leaks, and this was one such time. This feeling of being inside her when she was so warm and wet felt heavenly.

“Oh my gosh, you are so wet, honey,” was all I could say, now so overcome with pleasure that my ears rang and I was close to blacking out.

Before I could start making love to her, Lauren began rocking back and forth, in effect fucking me as she fingered her clitoris, eager to orgasm.

I already felt close to cumming—I had to last at least until after she orgasmed. This wouldn’t be easy!

Happily, Lauren seemed so close to orgasming, thanks to the foreplay massaging, that I figured I needed to make it another two or three minutes tops.

I cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks, knowing it would amplify her pleasure, while I looked down and admired the view of not just her ass but my cock plunging in and out of her, noticing her labia moving with my motion. I used my thumbs to anally tease her, only intensifying her pleasure. And then I started spanking Lauren to her delight.

Finally, Lauren began to orgasm, her pussy getting even wetter. We could now hear the sloshing sounds of extremely wet intercourse.

“Do you hear that?” I asked Lauren.

Still in the throes of her orgasm, she whimpered, “Yessssssss.”

I spanked her again, this time even harder. And then again and again and again.

“Oh yeah!” she nearly screamed as I fucked my bride hard and deep—all the way in and almost all the way out.

I couldn’t last any longer. The cum simmered in my balls and needed to get out. Now.

I looked down and noted her glistening ass cheeks, still covered with the oil and now a bit red from the spanking. I had an idea. With mere seconds to spare before I exploded, I pulled my cock out of her and put it between her ass cheeks, using my thumbs to create a pleasant friction as I got myself off.

The cum rocketed out of me, a thick rope of creamy semen covering the length of her back. I started jerking myself off and shot another stream of cum on her asshole, causing her to giggle, and then unloaded the rest on her ass cheeks.

After I’d emptied my seed on her, I quickly slid my now-sensitive cock back into her pussy and hugged my Nordic bitch (as she likes to be called) from behind.

“Holy fuck,” was all I could get out of my mouth.

“I know,” she whimpered back.

“Are you gonna tell [name deleted] that we liked the oil?”

Lauren laughed.

“We probably should, don’t you think?” she responded, still laughing.

“It’s the polite thing to do when someone has gifted you an item you enjoy.”

A mess from the oil and the cum eruption on her ass and back (which somehow got into her hair), Lauren headed for the shower while I cleaned up the bed.

After her shower, she got back in bed and reached for her phone.

She then texted her friend: “We liked the oil. Was fun as he massaged my back and ass.”

Her friend then texted her back: “Knew you would.”

Lauren then replied: “Wasn’t just the oil, though, he put on my back and ass.”

Her friend immediately texted back with a smiling emoji.