Heavenly Massage

As I browse through my camera feed, I get a bittersweet sense. Since Loretta detested taking pictures with others, the majority of them feature her by herself. We don't have many photos together, and I can't find a single one when I'm grinning. These pictures all seem staged as if I knew she was making fun of me for taking a picture with her. I sigh and go to my settings, pause on the factory reset option, and upload all my family and friend images to the cloud. I click on it after a moment of hesitation. What I desire is a new beginning. In reality, Arielle and I are unable to have what we need. We are unable to give each other a fair shot without our baggage getting in the way. I had imagined that erasing a portion of our lives would be painful, but the idea of hurting Arielle hurts far more. I ought to have taken action sooner. Things have gotten a little strange between us. It worked for us to act as though Loretta wasn't fa actor—until it didn't. I've done her enough harm. There's no way I can let anything on my phone bother her.It hurts to be reminded of my prior relationship with Loretta, but it hurts her more than me. As my phone resets, I observe and chuckle to myself while entering a new password that combines Arielle's birthday with our wedding anniversary. I would have erased everything long ago if I had known it would feel so amazing. When Arielle enters and sees me grinning at my phone, her look dims and she tries to manufacture a smile. I set my phone down and eyed her closely. "You got home earlier than I thought." She gives her shoulder a rub and nods. "I stumbled on the set. Since I've had back pain all day, I decided to work on my designs from home.I bolt upright and approach her. "You're injured? How did that come about? She gives a smile and a head shake. I was merely acting awkwardly. It's been a forgetful day for me. To be honest, I was entirely to blame for this. I let out a sigh and softly rubbed her shoulders with my hands. I can tell what she has been thinking about without even having to speculate. I guess this was an unavoidable circumstance. We were going to have to confront Loretta and the past I shared with her at some point. When the time came, I just didn't think I would have so much clarity. I sigh and prolong my fingers as I gently brush her hair away from her face. I miss her, but recently she's been acting so distant. I gently cup her face, lean in, and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. Since the last time, I've been afraid to give her a proper kiss since I think I'm asking for too much too soon. Come on, I say to her. "I'll give you a massage after you take a hot shower to help relax your muscles." After a little moment of hesitation, she nods. She has been particularly aloof today. She used to text me at least a few times a day, but she hasn't responded to any of my texts. It seems like she realized yesterday's phone call let us both realize that there is no turning back from the past. I seek for the oil I know she uses on her body, sighing. I have to investigate how she was injured today.I might need to appoint a safety coordinator to inspect every one of her sets before her arrival. "Ariel?" When I look up, I see Arielle a few steps distant, her arms wrapped in a white towel. I pat the bed and say to her, "Come here." "Go to sleep." My heart races as Arielle lies down on her stomach, her towel still wrapped around her. Was I suggesting that I give her a massage? It won't last long for me to have my hands on her body. Even though this was a foolish notion, I still grabbed the oil. I crouch next to her and pull at her towel. "Permit me to push this aside." I slide her towel lower, revealing her shoulders and upper back, and she nods tentatively. I take a brief break before lowering it until it's gathered around her waist. I can't recall ever feeling quite this anxious about something as uncomplicated as getting a massage. I can't help but be drawn to her for some reason. When was the last time a woman had this kind of an impact on me? I pour some oil across her back and feel my heart rush. Do my hands feel chilly? I knead gently and distribute the oil over her shoulders before asking. Arielle feels content. "No, this is flawless." I study her side profile as I raise my hands and rub my thumbs along the back of her neck, my fingertips digging into her scalp."Oh my God," she utters. "That is excellent." Hell on wheels. I immediately clench my jaw and tighten my cock, massaging her neck while my nails scrape her scalp in circles with my thumb. She groans, "Ariel," and it takes everything in me not to flip her over and kiss her. Fuck it. It's amazing how she pronounces my name. "I adore this." I say to her, "Let me move on top of you," putting my legs in front of and behind her to leverage more of my body weight. She adjusts herself slightly beneath me, bringing her hands up and out of the way. Oh no. Is she aware that she's allowing me to see her breasts up close? Hell on wheels. Thank god she's not able to see how intense I am. I slowly massage her back and shoulders with my lowered hands, trying to release as much of the tension in her muscles as I can. Every time, I take a step down until my thumbs are pressed against her back's dimples. Fuck it. This is how I want to hold her: with my hands on her hips and me fucking her from behind. She would accept my cock like a nice girl. More of her groans, please. I want to thrust deep within her and get my name on her lips. She doesn't resist, so I pause for a second before lowering myself and giving her towel a little tug. Rather, she slightly raises her hips, which enables me to fully execute the move, ultimately revealing her beneath me in her undies. She says to me, "Don't stop," waking me from my reverie. I can't take my eyes off her ass, so I keep massaging her lower back. Her physique is pure bliss. I knead the top of her ass carefully, running my thumbs into her glutes. "Oh," she groans once more. "It hurts." "Baby, this way?" I keep massaging her glutes, lowering my hands until they completely cover her ass, maintaining a firm grip while my thumbs dig into her muscles. Yes, she grunts. "That." I descend a little lower, clenching my jaws and fucking close to her pussy with my thumbs brushing over her inner thigh. I take a brief break before lowering my body to allow myself a good look at her silky pussy. Hell on wheels. To spread her legs apart and bury my face between them, I would give anything. I require a taste, dammit. I continue massaging her glutes, pressing my thumbs on her inner thighs, as I spread my hands till they are on the sides of her ass. Arielle wriggles and shifts slightly until my thumb grazes her private area. She slightly spreads her legs, enabling my finger to go farther till I'm pressed up against her clit. I hesitate for a single second, and when she doesn't move away, I smile. I begin to knead her ass slowly, using more sensuous than therapeutic movements. I sneak a peek at her face and snicker at the way her eyes are closed and she's flushing. I begin to draw circles over her clit, almost imperceptibly, as I pretend to massage her hips. She begins to softly and I watch as she chews her lower lip, probably trying her hardest not to scream. I pretend to be massaging her inner thigh while I sneer and push against her clit harder with my left hand. I run my fingers over her pussy, loving the wetness, and her hips shift just a little bit as if she wants more. For what duration was she turned on? I'm curious how far she will let me push this. Could I please get her to come? With a quick motion, I remove my thumb and bring it to my lips, sucking it down. I taste her and close my eyes. I would like to have more. Fuck, I wish I could eat her out from behind while forcing her to sit on her hands and knees. I gently wait for a signal that she wants more and that I'm not going too far before moving my hands away from her pussy and beginning to rub the backs of her thighs. When Arielle wriggles beneath me and shifts slightly so that my fingers are back on her pussy, I bite back a smile. Yes, my lovely wife desires more. "Spread your legs for me," I say to her in a harsh, commanding tone. "Allow me to concentrate on your thigh muscles." Keeping her upper body perfectly still, I place my hands on her thighs and move her legs until I have her on her knees with her ass in the air. She pretends to be unaffected, keeping her eyes closed, but her respiration and her swollen, soaking-wet pussy give it away. I grin and pour the oil down her ass till it's wet and shining. "I apologize," I mumble. "Baby, I think I used too much. Allow me to tidy that up for you. I extended three fingers down her back, briefly pressing my middle finger into her ass while I dragged them down.With a loud moan, she buries her face deeper into her pillow, turning her face red. I guess that pleases her. I laugh and completely cup her pussy, digging my heel into her. I justify my touching of her by saying, "I used too much oil," in my complaint. "It's alright," she murmurs. Simply massage it in. It will be absorbed by my skin. "Yes?" Presuming to be checking for oil, I put my hand beneath her pussy and gently draw my fingers back up, pressing against her skin, till two of my fingers inadvertently go into her. She is so unbelievably moaning into her pillow. I mutter, unable to control my smile, "So much oil."I slowly finger her, taking my time to locate her sweet spot. When I finally hear my name, Arielle groans and I quicken my steps, creasing her clit with my left hand while my right fucks her pussy in a way that makes me wish my cock could. My fucking fingers have never made me jealous, yet here I am, seeing them vanish into my wife's Arielle pussy. "Please, Ariel." I flick my thumb over her clit, rough, and smirk. As soon as her hips press back against my fingers, I want to immediately shove my cock inside her. Fuck. She should be yelling my name. "Yeah, baby," I mutter as her respiration quickens. "Exactly as that."She groans at my name as her muscles tense around my fingertips. I'm on the verge of tears simply listening to her speak as if it were a fucking prayer. As she lowers herself from her high, I gently reposition her such that she is lying flat once more by pulling my fingers away. She eases beneath me while I carry on massaging her legs, giving the impression that I didn't simply force her to come. She may not be ready to talk about what occurred, but that's okay because she didn't even look at me once. I find it adequate that she only murmured my name. For the time being. It goes well beyond the chilly avoidance she's been showing me recently. I stoop down to plant a kiss on her lower back. "Wifey, you might need to take another shower. I covered your entire body in oil. "Yes," she mumbles. "I'm going to take another shower right now," I give her skin another kiss and step away. "My love, just unwind for a little while before taking a shower. I have a conference call in a few minutes." I let out a sigh and bent closer, kissing her shoulder blade once more. I step away from her and leap to my feet, giving her one more short glance before leaving our room. Her smile, with a portion of her face hidden behind her arm, is so adorable that it will stay with me tonight.