TITLE    : One of Those Days
STORYID  : one-of-those-days_2011
SUMMARY  : Husband relaxes wife after a hard day at work.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2011-12-14
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |vibrator|dildo|bad day|massage|stretch|love|


I knew my lover was on her way home. It was 5:20 and she always (except for a couple busy months every other year) left work on time. I didn't complain about those couple of months because for the other 22 months of those two year periods she made it abundantly clear that work would never come first before she and I. It rarely, if ever, did. So, since she got off at five, I knew she was on the road. It was about a 30 to 40 minute ride home depending on weather and traffic and the rain outside my window let me know it would be closer to the 40 minute mark today. It also made me aware of the mood she'd be in when she got home. Neither of us liked rainy dreary days and even on the best days if it was raining we focused on keeping each other cheery. When the phone rang I jumped.



Looking at the caller ID I saw that it was her cell phone and hoped everything was okay. With the number of idiot drivers on the roads today I nearly always worry about her until she's safely home, but I don't let it get to paranoid levels. Still, she was in the midst of her drive so worry set in momentarily. I answered it in my best cheerful voice. I always love to talk to her and this was a surprise moment for that. "Hey, baby. How're you?"



"Grrrr," she said on the other end. "I've had the day from hell and these people who drive in rain like it's two feet of snow are pissing me off."



"Ah," I said with a knowing smile. I was even more intolerant of stupid drivers than she was. "I know your pain," I continued.



"No, you don't," she said in a friendly if frustrated voice. "Work got stupid just before I left and now these PEOPLE," she said with emphasis, "are keeping me from getting home to you." I heard her release a sigh of frustration and could see her face in my mind's eye. She'd need some pampering when she got home.



"It's okay, lover," I said gently. "I'll have a cold one waiting for you and we'll figure out a way to help you relax and recover from the day, okay?"



I heard her sigh again. "You are so good for me," she said quiet and happy. "Do you know that?"



"I'm as good for you as you are for me," I said with my own smile. "How long do you think til you get here?"



"Ten or fifteen minutes," she guessed before continuing, "unless one of these assholes makes me ram them off the road."



"See you when you get here, lover," I said. "okay?"



"Okay," she said sounding reassured. "Bye for now."



"Bye," I said and hung up the phone. Then I got to work making sure things were ready for me to help her forget her day some. The drink would take two minutes to make. It could wait. Going to our storage closet I grabbed the spare comforter and went into our guest room to throw it over the bed. The guest room bed sits up on a higher platform so you don't have to bend over to put your hands on it. You can stand up straight and reach it just fine. It is my preferred place to give her a massage so I don't hurt my own back constantly bending over her and I don't HAVE to straddle her to deliver it. Going to our bathroom I got the bottle of jasmine scented massage oil out of the cabinet and put it in a bowl of hot water on the guest room night stand so it could start heating up. I also put her favorite toy in there so it could be warm too &#x2013; just in case she was in the mood for that. I also placed six jasmine scented candles around the room and got them burning as well. Finally, in there, I turned on the space heater that was disguised as a fire place so the room would warm up. That done I headed into the kitchen to make her drink and had it waiting for her when she came through the door.



Handing her the drink I took her purse and keys. As she took her first couple sips (guzzles?) of the alcohol laced beverage I turned off her cell phone. Anyone who needed us in an emergency had our home phone and I didn't want her distracted by anything until she was thoroughly relaxed. By the time I'd put away her purse, keys and phone and returned to the kitchen she was downing the last remnants of her drink. As she put the glass down I stepped over to her and pulled her into a warm hug. I felt her press against me, her head on my chest and her arms around my waist. I had seen the frustration in her face and knew that the tears welling up in her eyes were not my fault but instead revealed the level of stress and bullshit she'd dealt with throughout the day. Sometimes she just needed to let them flow for a moment...



It was actually about two minutes but I certainly wasn't complaining. This was what she needed for now and I always wanted to be there for her. When she'd finished she looked up at me and asked, "So, is my makeup fucked?"



"Not hardly," I said with a smile. "Feel better?"



"A little," she said with a small smile I knew was meant just for me. "But I could be better."



"And indeed you will be," I said. "Go to the bedroom and put on your robe." She looked at me in askance. "Unless you would like my help undressing," I tagged on the end. She shook her head no. "Okay, then go on and I'll bring you a fresh drink in a moment." Being the perfect pig for a moment I watched her walk away down the hall and enjoyed the movement of her ass beneath her skirt. God she's so sexy.



I mixed her second drink and took it to our bedroom for her. She was just shedding her blouse and I always loved watching her undress. I handed her the drink and took her blouse from her. I raised my eyebrows at her and she said, "Dirty," so into the hamper it went. As I watched she took a drink, put it down and then shed her bra. I felt my own desires stir and clamped them back down. This evening, at least for the next hour or so, was going to be about relaxing her and relieving her tensions. I just watched. Another drink, her skirt fell... I took it and put it in the hamper too. Another drink and she shed her thong. Throwing that at the hamper I held her robe for her to slide into. She wouldn't have it on long, but she didn't know that.



With her drink in one hand and holding my hand with her other she followed me to the guest room. When I opened the door and led her through her eyes took in the candles, the scents and the warmth. I could see her body relax in a sigh. I know my lover so well and I knew that once she saw the preparations she would know she was in for being a tad spoiled and that alone would help her shed some of the day's bullshit stress. Looking at me she smiled and said, "Just in case I forget later... thank you."



"It's my pleasure, love," I said with a smile of my own. "Finish your drink so you can get comfortable." Turning the bottom up she guzzled down the remainder of the drink and I took the glass from her. "Get comfortable," I said. "I'll be right back." I wanted to give her a moment to lay and relax and consider what was coming. I used that minute or two to take her drink glass to the kitchen, rinse it and put it in the dishwasher. Then I went to our bedroom, shed my own clothes pretty quickly and put on my own robe. Sometimes, for my lover, sex is therapeutic and if she decided she wanted me instead of her toy &#x2013; or after, or with or whatever &#x2013; I didn't want to have to leave the room to undress or even take long about it. If she was satisfied with the pleasures the toy could provide then I'd be dressed the same as her when we were done.



Going back into the guest room I found her lying on the guest bed on the side near the night stand. Thanks to how high the bed is I can easily rub her entire body from that one side. If she'd laid in the middle I'd have had to get on the bed with her. Sometimes she'll do that just to let me know that she WANTS me on the bed with her. Since she'd laid near the side I knew how stressed she was and how much she needed a good thorough massage. She'd taken off her robe before laying down so I enjoyed, for just a moment, the view of her sexy curves and delectable butt as she laid there, eyes closed, just waiting for my hands to help erase away the day.



Stepping around to that side of the bed I reached over and turned on the small CD player that sat on the deep headboard. The CD I'd put in was ocean and beach sounds so as I massaged her she'd be reminded of waves and sand and relaxing days in the sun at the beach; a mental image I knew she enjoyed. Testing the massage oil temperature I found it perfect, got some in my palms and rubbed them together before starting with her right foot (it was closest to me). I know she's ticklish and making her jump was in no way a part of my plans. Careful not to brush lightly across any skin surface of her foot I rubbed firmly, separating the muscle groups along the bone lines as well as massaging the ball and heel of her foot. The first sigh of contentment escaped her and I knew I had gotten everything right for the evening. Now I had to keep it that way.



I took my time with the massage working her foot for several minutes before moving up to her right calf and working even longer there. My lover wears shoes with heels a lot and while it keeps her calves toned it also can make them uncomfortably tight causing her to get the occasional cramp in her sleep or unexpectedly at times. Knowing that I used enough pressure as I rubbed, dug into and massaged those muscles to stop just short of pain but causing her to moan here and there with the pleasure of the forced relaxation of the muscles.



When I felt satisfied that her calf was relaxed enough I moved up the back of her knee and onto her thigh. The muscles in the back of the thigh are long but overlapped with muscles that wrap around from the front so to massage it properly you need access to both the inside and the outside of the thigh. As my lover had laid down with her legs basically together I had to step to the foot of the bed for a moment, left her left leg and set it down gently a bit farther apart. In doing so I spread her legs enough that I got a glance up at her nearly always perfectly trimmed pussy and even as stressed as she was I could see the moisture glistening between her lips. Sucking in my own breath and remembering my control I stepped back around the bed, got more massage oil in my hands and began working on her right thigh.



I started low, just above her knee and worked my way up the back center. I took my time and rubbed deep just as I had with her calf all the way to the top where her thigh met her butt cheek in that crease. From there I worked my way to the outside and back down the layered muscle groups on the outside. You have to be careful doing this because there's a large pressure point between the muscles mid-thigh on the outside and if you push on that wrong it hurts like hell. I was very careful there but otherwise rubbed firmly and steadily back down to her knee, crossed over and then began to massage up the inside of her thigh.



This is where the relaxation can get mixed with frustration on the part of the person getting the massage. As good as it felt to have the muscles massaged and relaxed, having your lover's hands rubbing up the inside of your thigh inevitably makes you think of what they're getting closer to. Once the massage gets high enough on the thigh, the circular rubbing motions can cause a woman's sex to move as well, pulling the lips apart or even rubbing against them as your hands complete the massage up into the crease of the thigh. If the woman receiving the massage gets too sexually stimulated it usually becomes obvious when her hips start to move in time with the massaging hands or if she moves to initiate more contact between the massaging hands and her sex.



In the case of my lover I did my best to minimize the sexual stimulation of the massage as I approached the top of her thigh but I didn't miss the moans that increased in frequency and depth as my hands rubbed closer to her pussy. As I massaged into the crease of her thigh I felt her hips move just slightly, rubbing her pussy against my hand as it moved and I knew that by the time I finished the other leg she was definitely going to want some release. I pondered that as I finished massaging her thigh and then moved to start on her other leg.



Her sigh was one mixed of frustration and relaxation as I started on her left foot and took as much time working it as I did the right. Her left calf got as much attention as did her right. Her left thigh got as much time and attention as did her right. By the time I got to the inside of her left thigh her hips were nearly rocking trying to get me to touch her sex; to provide some stimulation and release and I had a decision to make. I could go ahead and get her an orgasm now and let her relax through the rest of the massage, or I could make her wait and let the frustrations build &#x2013; which may be counter-productive to her relaxation. I took my lead from her body's reactions to my touch and as I finished her left thigh I let my hand trail into the slickness of her swelling pussy lips.



It didn't take much. I let my fingers drag a trail up and down the length of her slick slit, rubbing across her erect clit before trailing back across the drooling wetness of her opening. After four or five such laps between her lips and feeling her hips pushing back and up each time my fingers got near her love tunnel I gave her what she wanted and slowly but firmly pressed two fingers into her sex. The moan that escaped her was completely different than any moan that had to that point. This was a guttural almost animalistic growl of pleasure as her body reacted and she pushed back and up even harder.



Putting my right hand on her butt I held her down as my left provided the release she sought. Stroking the index and middle fingers of my left hand in and out of her hot wetness I let my ring finger stroke back and forth across her clit until I felt her body convulse in orgasm. As she reached her climax I increased the speed and strength of my fingering just slightly to support her to and through her peak and then eased my actions as her orgasm began to pass. When I felt her body sag and go limp then I knew her climax had completely passed and she was once again in a place in her mind where she could be relaxed. I needed to remind her of that I thought and kept it in mind as I continued on with her massage.



Between her thighs and her back was the perfect ass that so many people can't massage without making it an erotic moment. The truth is that even the most erotic moment can also be relaxing but you have to know your partner and approach it properly. With more hot massage oil in my hands I began to work on the muscles that comprise my lover's butt. Massaging in circles from one side it was easy to focus on the muscles that form the curves of the cheeks and nearly ignore the crease between them. However, even as I did that I knew that my lover was tensing up; wondering what I was going to do or not do. Now, I suppose I should tell you: sometimes when my lover's been drinking &#x2013; and I mean happily buzzed to almost drunk &#x2013; she'll enjoy a bit of anal stimulation. The rest of the time she's fairly nervous about it and maintains a kind of "good girls don't do that" outlook about anal play. Still, no matter how much she's had to drink she knows I'd never do anything that was physically uncomfortable for her and she'll release her body into my hands without hesitation or inhibition. I needed her to get in that frame of mind again for the moment and to do that I'd have, to some minor extent, push the issue.



So, after thoroughly massaging each butt cheek and knowing that she was tense about where things would go I began to massage gently up and down the crease of her delicious butt, gently spreading her cheeks and massaging out in circles to gradually open her body's most intimate spot to my gaze. As I continued to rub I felt her tensing even more and felt her actually flinch the first time my fingers passed gently across her puckered rosebud. Knowing this was the moment when she'd have to force herself to relax and surrender herself to my hands, I rubbed and caressed across it again... and again... and then felt her relax. I could almost hear her think: "What's he doing? Since when does a massage include that? Oh, but it feels good... he knows what he's doing... he would never hurt me... oh, it does feel good..."



As soon as I felt her body go into that relaxed mode I stopped rubbing across her puckered backdoor and refreshed the hot oil in my hands. It was time to move on. Restarting at her lower back I really took my time working out across her hips and in to the super tight muscles most of us have just above our waistline on either side of our spine. Knowing my lover has an "old back injury" from a car accident she was in I took my time and used a bit less pressure but still rubbed in firm enough to relax out the knots. I worked up her spine, flared gently to either side to work on her latismus dorsi (the "wings" that extend from the ribs out under the shoulder) and then up the trapezius muscles on that run from spine and neck gradually out to the shoulders. I think her back took me about 25 minutes but I wasn't really paying attention. I finished up with a slightly gentler massage of her shoulders and neck and then whispered that I needed her to roll over.



Rather than trying to essentially do a push-up and flip over she rolled gently away from me and then gradually scooted her way back. As I looked down at her I took a minute to see how I was doing. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was slow and steady and she looked pretty relaxed. Her arms lay at her sides and her legs were... too close together again. "Spread your legs for me just a bit baby," I asked. She complied, spreading her legs enough that her thighs weren't touching. "Thank you," I said softly. She smiled in response.



The sounds from the CD continued. I looked and saw that there was plenty of wax left on all the candles. The massage oil was still pretty warm and the bowl full of hot water was cooling but far from even room temperature yet. I was good to continue. Now, obviously, there are a lot of potential distractions on the front of a woman when you're massaging, but they can be worked around.



Starting with her shoulders and handfuls of hot oil I worked around and across her upper chest. Most men focus on "boobs" and forget that there is muscle tissue under there. Additionally, each breast can be massaged in a pleasurable way &#x2013; and if you do it right you can examine them for lumps at the same time. I took my time massaging across my lovers upper chest, both breasts &#x2013; careful to minimize contact with her sensitive nipples &#x2013; and down across her ribcage attempting to avoid tickling her. Most of us don't need help relaxing our abdomen (most of us need to work more on tightening those muscles) but we neglect the muscles above our hips under our "love handles" so I worked on those a bit too.



I took my time and more oil as I worked across, around and down her hips working on the points in front of each hip bone where the long thigh muscles attach to the front of the pelvis. From there I began to work down each thigh, taking my time, one at a time, working on the quadriceps and through all of the layered muscle groups that wrap from the hip across and down the front of the thigh. Again, working each thigh I took my time loosening and relaxing those large muscles from the top of the thigh, down the front, up the outside from knee to hip and then over to work down the inside.



That is the "touchy" point as once more my hands were so close to my lover's sex and I could tell from the small motions her body was making that she wanted more sexual relief. It took no small measure of self-control for me to ignore my own desires to start playing with her and keep focused on the massage. I finished her left thigh first (the one closest to me) and then began working on the right one. My own excitement and sexual frustration levels were obvious as I felt myself banging against the side of the bed while reaching over to work on her thigh.

<hr pg="2" />Down the front of the thigh... up the outside... across to the inside and I noticed immediately the movement of her hips as she tried to gain more pressure and contact between my rubbing hands and her now obviously dripping pussy. Errrm... what was I going to do? If I gave in now her massage would not be complete. But if I didn't address it at all then she'd simply lay there getting more frustrated. Hmmm...



As I continued to rub I said, very gently, "Not yet, my love. We'll take care of more of that in a few minutes. For now let me finish my massage." I heard a sigh escape her. She never opened her eyes. Her hips quit moving. I could almost feel the tension coming from her sexual core as she suppressed her desires for pleasure.



Down the inside of her right thigh I worked &#x2013; and it was easier the farther I got my hands from her sex. The legs below the knees &#x2013; in the front anyway &#x2013; really have two small muscle groups that are, at best, difficult to relax but I spent some time there anyway. I finished once again at her feet &#x2013; where I started &#x2013; and realized that I'd been rubbing hot oil into my lover's body for more than an hour. Now I faced the challenge of providing her the sexual pleasure and satisfaction she craved and I knew full well that a couple of good orgasms would finish relaxing her and she'd sleep well later.



Moving to the end of the bed I lifted her right foot and gently spread her legs farther allowing me more than easy access to her center. Taking off my robe I put it on the other side of the bed with hers and moved back around to the side close to her. Bending down close to her ear I whispered, "Okay, my love. The massage is almost complete. I know you want something more... and I'm prepared for that. All I need is for you to speak one word to determine how you want me to do this. I have your favorite toy here, heated and ready. I can use it to pleasure you to and through several orgasms..." I paused to watch her reaction and could tell from the change in her breathing that she enjoyed that thought. I continued, "...or I can climb on and do my best to get you several orgasms before I have my own." I paused again to see her reaction and was quite pleased to see her entire body almost squirm as she thought about me penetrating her... sinking into her... stroking in and out of her while she climaxed around my length until I couldn't hold back any more and filled her with my own hot cream. "So," I said gently, "I need you to tell me either 'toy' or 'you' and I'll fulfill your wish."



"Both," she whispered back. Leave it to her to find a third option that was as wonderful as or better than either of the other two.



"Very well," I whispered.



Standing back up I began to gently rub her lower abdomen, gradually letting my hands rub lower and lower across her pelvis, to the tops of her thighs, around to the inside and then &#x2013; after several minutes of rubbing around &#x2013; across her hungry sex. As I trailed a finger between her lips I was happily impressed with just how wet she was. My lover was so ready to be taken I'd have a hard time expressing it. Having given her the option and heard her choice I had to hold back for my own desires. I was aching to slide into her but not yet...



Reaching to the bowl of hot water I got out her heated toy. With it warm and just slightly wet from the hot water I knew better than to just stick into her crotch. A little build up is always good. She still had her eyes closed and I knew she wouldn't complain about anything I did. She was completely relaxed except for her need for sexual gratification. Holding the toy by its base I ever so gently trailed the head of the fake penis from the left cheek of her face down and across her jaw bone... down her neck... down the center of her chest... around a breast... up, over and across a nipple... back down her chest... across her belly... down across her abdomen... she could feel it inching its way closer toward where she so desperately craved it. Down across her pelvis to her right thigh... down... to the inside of that thigh... back up... to the front top of her thigh... across her abdomen just above her pubis... down her left thigh... I could hear her breathing getting frustrated as the phallus was so close to where she wanted it... but not there yet. Down the front of her left thigh.... To the inside at the knee... trailing it back up the inside of her thigh... and then raking across her slit.



I heard the moan escape her as the toy's head moved between her slightly swollen and dripping slick lips, over her opening... up her length across her clit...and then reversing direction... back down to her wetness. I had moved her legs far enough apart that I could easily get access to her sex but I wasn't surprised to see her thighs flex and spread a bit farther. Consciously or not she was opening herself more, offering herself to the penetration, the stretching open of her sex, the depth of pleasure the toy would provide. It was something she craved and her breathing made it clear that I'd better not make her wait much longer. Her frustration levels were peaking.



Knowing the time was ripe and right I put the toy's head between her lips and gently began to push it into her... no fast or rough, but steadily and with a firmness that continued. Her wetness was all encompassing so no back and forth was necessary. Once I started pushing I didn't stop until the length of the toy was fully enveloped in her love tunnel with just enough left for me to hold onto. Once the penetration was complete I held it deep and stirred it within her causing a deep moan of pleasure to escape her. I knew she was relaxed but I also saw her hands make fists of the comforter as she struggled not to writhe in pleasure.



Having completed the penetration and ground her toy into her sex I pulled it gently back out until only the head was left still stretching her open and then reversed direction to push it back in as deeply as I had the first time. Her moans were steady as I repeated the process several times, pumping and pleasuring her pussy with this toy that, any moment, she knew would begin that delightful buzzing that would add to her pleasure and push her over the top.



After a half dozen or so strokes I turned the knob on the end to the lowest setting and heard a growl of desire mixed with pleasure escape from somewhere within my lover's throat. Her body reacted almost immediately and the orgasm that I knew had just been simmering began to boil. Within another few strokes she was cumming hard on the toy and as she came down from that first one (with the toy) I turned the knob to turn up the vibrator and immediately began building her to the next one. The second one came, exploded, peaked and began to pass and I turned up the vibrator a tad more, increasing the speed of my stroking the toy in and out.



I have to say here... it is quite delicious to see my lover's pussy being stretched open and filled. I love watching it whether it's my own length spearing into her or her favorite toy in my hand or her own. I just love seeing her take her pleasure or being pleasured.



My lover laid and enjoyed another three orgasms before I had the vibrator turned up all the way and then she enjoyed two more before I heard her groan out, "Enough..." Knowing better than to simply turn off the toy and yank it out, I held her toy buried within her and gradually turned the vibrator's motor down until it was completely off. Then I gently gave her several full length strokes &#x2013; out til just the head was in and then back in to full penetration &#x2013; before slowly pulling it out as well. I put it back over into the bowl of water and stood waiting for anything more from her before I took further action.



It took her a couple minutes before she said, still without opening her eyes, "Now you." I wasn't about to argue. My lover moved only slightly, spreading her thighs just a tad more, as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between her spread legs. My cock was rock hard and freely flowing precum as I held myself above her body. Taking my time I lined myself up and allowed the swollen head of my length to rub gently between the sensitive lips of her sex. She was indeed still soaking wet with her own juices and my precum was being added to the mix.



Making sure I felt no lack-of-lubrication resistance I took my time lowering my weight as I pushed my hips forward and slowly sank my length into her welcoming body. Incrementally I fed my manhood into her accepting and hungry sex until our pelvises were forced together and I could feel her body completely surrounding my hardness. A mutual groan of pleasure escaped us and, just as I had with her toy, I held myself as deep as I could reach and ground my hips into hers, stirring my cockhead as deeply into her as I could reach and feeling her body react to that movement.



When I began stroking in and out of my lover I moved my hips the way she likes, insuring both internal and external stimulation so that, as I moved above her she had another two orgasms before mine approached. I was careful not to speed up my strokes or to make them too forceful as my orgasm built and when the moment of truth came (pardon the pun) I pulled my length out of her and said, "Look." For the first time in the better part of two hours my lover opened her eyes to look down between us and see the sight of my erect manhood spitting thick ropes of hot white cream onto her massage oil slicked belly. Her eyes stayed locked on my cock as I continued to spasm and flow, while my eyes stayed locked on her face, happy to see the pleasure and wonder that is always there when she gets to see me cum.



Only after my orgasm had passed did she look up at me and say, "You didn't have to pull out you know." The love obvious in her eyes is quite remarkable.



"I know," I said with a smile. "But there's plenty of evening left and you don't need to be leaky through all of it."



She smiled a big naughty smile that let me know I'd succeeded in pampering her enough to relieve some of the day's bullshit stress. "But you know that I sometimes like to go to sleep feeling full of you."



"We can work on that again later, my love," I said as I moved from over her. Using the towel at hand I cleaned my leavings off her belly and wiped away some of the more obvious still-wet oil spots. Helping her gently up I held her robe for her and then put on mine. Cleaning up the guest room could wait until tomorrow. Now that she was relaxed it was time to seek out dinner and figure how to spend the rest of the evening.



One thing I was sure of. My lover was home; she as happy; she was relaxed and I had been able to help with all of that. Life was good.

