What a Way to Relax

I should have known that something was up as soon as I stepped out of the shower. I had left my wife watching television in the living room, but the entire apartment was now dark. My wife is notorious for forgetting to turn off the lights, so I knew she had not simply decided to go to bed. I was about to call out her name when I saw the slight flicker of light coming from under our bedroom door. At that point, I new there was definitely something going on.

I could hear the faint sound of music coming from the room as I approached and could also tell from the flickering that the light was coming from candles. I had taken a hot shower and was ready to head to bed for a nice night of well-deserved sleep. It had been a long week and I was tired. It seemed as if my wife had put some thought into the evening and I wasn't sure if I had the energy to see her plans through.

The room smelled of incense as I opened the door to find my wife straightening the comforter on our bed.

"I was wondering how long you were going to be. I almost checked to make sure you hadn't turned yourself into a prune." She said, making fun at how long I was in the shower.

"I really needed that shower." I told.

"I know. I thought I would help you relax tonight." She told me, while waving her hand to indicate the room.

"Well thanks, although I'm not sure how long I'll be awake to enjoy it." I said. I really did appreciate it, but I knew that I would be out like a light as soon as my head touched the pillow.

My wife pulled me toward the bed. "You just get on the bed and don't worry about falling asleep. When I'm done, you'll sleep better than you ever thought you could." She told me.

I knew she was probably right, so I pulled my towel from around my waist and let it drop to the floor. She positioned me face down on the middle of the bed, and I relaxed as she went about whatever she was planning. She had been wearing the red silk robe that I had bought her as a present one year, and it was obvious that it was the only thing she had put on.

The music was a mellow jazz that quickly had me dozing. I had started to drift off when she climbed onto the bed. She straddled my legs, and I could feel that she had removed the robe. The room was toasty warm for a winter night, and her skin was even warmer as she began to press her hands into my lower back. This was truly the kind of massage that I liked. She stopped when she had worked her way up to my shoulders and then I felt her pull away.

"That was good." I said to her, thanking for the backrub.

"It's not over yet." She said to me. I felt her move slightly and heard the clicking of a bottle cap. The next thing I felt was the hot splash of oil as it poured down between my shoulders. It was a shock at first, but the warmth felt unbelievably good. I heard her snapped the bottle close and then her hands joined the oil. Now, as much as I enjoy a good massage, it's ten times better with oil. The slippery feeling seemed to excite the skin just as much as it does the muscles underneath.

I groaned as her fingers pressed deeply into my muscles and continued to do so as she worked her way around my shoulders. She stopped again and added another hot splash of oil before slowly working her way down my spine. She pressed into every nook and pushed every bone and muscle as she slowly moved lower. By the time she reached my waist I was laying slack and totally relaxed on the bed.

This is the point where our massage usually ends, but she surprised me. I was expecting her to slide off of me, but she lay down against me instead. Her breasts were pressed against my back and I could tell from the stiffness of her nipples that she was very excited. My arms were out in front of me, and she hers against them. Her entire body was soon stretched out over mine. She began to gyrate slowly, and it felt as if I were receiving a full body massage all at once.

"Wow, where did you think of this?" I asked her.

My breath caught in my throat as she pressed her lips to my ear. She gave the lobe a soft nibble before whispering." "Just relax and enjoy." She said.

I'm in no way a fool, so I clammed up quick and enjoyed what she was doing. She knows all of the right buttons to push, and she seemed like she was trying to hit every one. I found it hard to not say anything as she showered my neck with kisses and bites. Her tongue danced hot and wet behind my ear and I was on the verge of pushing her off for a hard fuck. She had kept me so busy that I had not noticed what else she was doing.

I felt her arms tighten on mine, and her hands gripped my forearms. She had been grinding in tight circles against my ass, and I could feel her wet cunt pressing against me with each move. She was apparently having just as much fun as she was giving. It was a new experience for me, but I was more than willing to play along. I had long gotten hard with her biting and kissing, but knowing that she was getting off was even more arousing.

I arched my back slight and tried to provide a different angle. She gasped as she made a stronger connection and she dragged her cunt back and forth with stronger thrusts. Her breath began to speed up and her gentle bites became harder as her movements became erratic. I knew that she was on the verge of climaxing, and not being able to help, or better yet, being forced to not help was even more erotic.

She grunted loudly in my ear and the cried out as she came. I could actually hear the sounds her wet cunt was making as she pressed against me, and I could feel an incredible amount of fluid sliding down my ass. She kept humping until the feeling became too intense, then settled quietly against my back. I was beginning to become fidgety, but knew that she needed to calm down. She had worked me up, and my cock was pressing almost painfully between my body and the bed.

I felt her weight shift after a few minutes, and she sat up, to once again straddle my legs.

"So, was that relaxing enough?" She asked, with a hint of teasing in her voice.

"Oh there is no way you are going to leave things the way they are." I said. I pushed up and pulled myself to my knees, but she stopped after that.

"Oh, I'm not done yet." She told me.

She was still behind me as she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me further back. I would have protested, but she wrapped a still oily hand around my cock, and I was instantly quieted. Her hand was hot and her grip was as tight as a vice. We've learned what the other likes of the years of marriage, but my wife never ceases to surprise me with different ways variety.

I was breathing heavily as she massaged my cock. She alternated between a grip that was so tight that she only tugged the skin, to a stroke so relaxed that her hand barely made contact. She escalated things by leaning forward and resuming kissing my neck. The combination of sensations was almost overwhelming. We both like the aspects of D/S and this position was hitting all of the buttons.

I was ready to explode, and happily so, but my wife seemed to have other plans. She brought me to the edge and then slowly backed down. She tugged at the base of my balls and I couldn't cum no matter how hard I tried. She returned to stroking my cock when she felt I was ready, and I could only groan. As much as I wanted to cum, the torture of it all was just as enticing. She brought me to the edge three times before finally getting me off.

"Come on, shoot that load baby." She whispered hotly into my ear as she pumped my cock. My stomach was in knots and my legs were burning, but my cock was as hard as iron. I could feel it swelling even more, and so could she. She changed to long, hard strokes, and I felt by balls tighten. I couldn't make a sound as I came. The first spurt shot out from my cock and splashed against the sheets, and was quickly followed by more.

My wife was feverishly kissing and biting my neck while she pumped my cock. She kept going until I forcibly pulled her hand away. I was totally drained as I fell to the bed. When I woke up later that night, I was under the covers, and my wife was snuggled next to me. It was still early in the night and I decided to get my sleep. I was going to have a lot of fun surprising her in the morning.