My Most Favorite Thing To Do

It is nearing the end of a long day.  I tell my wife I would like to give her a massage.  She tells me how much she would like that; they always feel so good and relaxing.  Finally done with the chores of clearing out the messes of the day from our busy family, we head up stairs.  She draws herself a bath while I jump in the shower.

Baths are always a good pre-massage routine for her.  It makes her skin so soft and warm. I cannot wait to feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin under my fingers as I loving massage the stress of the day out of her muscles.  I can’t wait to pour my love for her into her through the tips of my fingers.  Believe it or not, giving her a massage is just as relaxing for me as it is for her.  It gives me a chance to completely let go of the day and focus on simply touching her, caressing her, sharing my energy with her; loving her.

She reads a book in the bath to help her relax. As I walk buy I cannot help to steal some glimpses of her gorgeous naked body as she lies there reading.  She is just so beautiful and perfect in my eyes.  She senses my stare and looks up with a smile, breaking my stupor and I continue to the shower.  I too wash the day away.  Once done, I shave and brush my teeth.

On a side note for men who are really and truly in love or wish to try to give just a little more to show your dedication to your spouse, I suggest you get in the routine of showering and shaving before bed every night.  This tells her she is your priority, not work.  Showering and shaving in the morning, before work suggests your appearance, fragrance, and smoothness of your face is more important for those at work than it is for her.  If you want to show her (and yourself for that matter) what is most important in your life, prepare for the night with your wife, instead of the day with your job.

I head to the bedroom without dressing to set up the massage table, light some candles, and prepare a mixture of oils for her massage.  Tonight it is a mixture of lemongrass to clear the mind, lavender to relax her.  I hear her finishing up her nightly routines in the bathroom and wait patiently for her to arrive.  She walks in wrapped in her robe.  She looks at my naked body admiringly knowing I am standing there ready to dedicate the next and last part of my day do making her feel oh so good.  She kisses me ever so softly on the lips and drops her robe to the floor.  She looks so radiant in the candlelight.  She graciously climbs onto the massage table face down and positions her head in the cradle.  I tell her to relax and let the day go as I coat my hands with the oil, making sure to warm the oil before I touch her.  She states how she loves my massages so much and how she is so lucky to have me as a husband.  I tell her I am the lucky one because I am the one who gets to caress and love such a wonderful, beautiful woman.  She lets out a deep breath and settles in.

Over the next hour I focus all my thoughts, love, and energy in the moment, admiring every inch of her body as I rub and massage her from head to toe.  I pay special attention to her shoulders and back as those are the areas she holds her stress.  I feel the muscles relax under my touch as I move.  I imagine my love being streams of glowing energy flowing from my heart through my arms and down through my fingers.  Everywhere I touch and caress my love penetrates her skin, urging her muscles and joints to release their tension and accept my gift.  I take the time to press the acupressure spots in the small of her back knowing it releases her love for me from her heart into her abdomen.  I move to massage her wonderful buttocks, deeply massaging those muscles and her hips.  She is nearing a state of complete relaxation.  I then press the acupressure points at the top of her buttocks, opening channel from her abdomen to her pelvis; allowing the energy to gather in a pool and wait for the release which will nourish and relax all of her organs and even her soul.

As I finish massaging the entire surface of her body, her hands, and feet.  Her breath is deep and slow.  She is probably feeling like she is floating on a cloud someplace between consciousness and sleep.  The smells of the oil are entering her nostrils and adding to the affect.

I let her lay in this state as I clean up the oil, wash my hands and turn down the bed for her.  I slowly rouse her and help her to lay on the bed; her muscles and joints so relaxed she can barely move and support herself.  She lays on her back with her left arm to her side, the other bent with her hand next to her head.  Her right leg is stretched our straight with her left foot on the mattress with her knee in the air.  She is so relaxed, her left knee falls to the side, opening her pelvis to my view.  She looks like an angel as she is bathed by the flickering candlelight; relaxed, beautiful, and exposed.  My member grows in length and thickness as I admire my wife, her eyes are closed as she is slowly drifting off to sleep, but I know there is a pool of energy waiting in her pelvis that yearns for release.

Instead of letting her sleep, I slowly and tenderly climb on the bed and lay between her legs, by head over her abdomen and my strong chest pressing lightly on her sex.  I feel her warmth penetrating my chest, reaching my heart.  I begin lightly kissing her stomach and caress her sides and arms lightly with my hands.  I wrap my arms under her back, lay my head on her stomach and hug her, pressing our bodies together.  She stirs slightly, moving her hands to caress my head and says it feels so good and how she loves me.  She feels safe and warm but the pressure of my chest on her pelvis is having an affect.  Deep in her mind, the memories of nights like this, combined with the pool of energy built up in her pelvis begin to awaken her arousal.  Her hips involuntarily press herself up to increase the contact with her.  I release the hug and inch by inch slowly kiss my way down her stomach until I can kiss and lick the top of her patch of pubic hair.  I press my tongue into the bone just under her skin, she moans softly into the night.  I kiss the entire area and down the crease between her pelvis and legs.  She pulls her right leg up to the same position as her left; completely opening herself to me.  I kiss the insides of her thighs, moving so slowly as to not overly excite her, but to keep her completely relaxed as the heat in her builds.

As I get close to her opening, I can feel the heat radiating off.  I kiss and lightly suck on her groin on both sides, then move closer to the source of the heat.  My penis is completely rigid now and I find myself grinding into the bed.  A low soft moan escapes her lips as I slowly and lovingly kiss, lick, and gently suck her swollen labia.  I am having trouble controlling my arousal, but remind myself this is not about me, it is about finishing the massage.  I position my mouth in anticipation of my first taste of her. I flatten my tongue and press it into the very bottom of her vagina.  Her mouth opens and sighs; her eyes still closed  She presses her hips up and my tongue slips inside her.  My penis pulses and jerks as the flavor fills my mouth.  She tastes exquisite.  Her wetness coats my tongue as I run it slowly up the inside of her folds toward her pulsing clitoris. Though her body and mind are still completely relaxed her pelvis is rhythmically thrusting and rocking as I spend the next few minutes savoring her.

Her breathing becomes ragged as I concentrate on her clitoris, massaging it with the tip of my tongue.  The energy which once flowed from my heart through my fingertips as I massaged her body is now flowing from the tip of my tongue; penetrating her and binging her arousal to a fever.  Her head rocks form side to side as moans and sighs of pleasure are now constantly flowing from her open mouth.  When her sighs change pitch, I know she is nearing a point that if I do not change, I could upset the balance of her relaxed state.

Without breaking the loving stimulation on her clit, I slip the middle finger from my left hand to the opening of her vagina. She presses her hips down attempting to impale herself and bring the needed release.  Slowly I circle her opening, her heart beating fast, her breaths shallow and erratic.  I press into her, keeping contact with the backside of her pubic bone.  Her body freezes and she lets out a deep moan.  Further in, I press upward and curl my finger behind her bone.  I can feel the swollen roughness of her G-Spot.  I can tell she is close and already on the edge of release.  I change the movements of my tongue from a soft circling of her clitoris to more intense vibrations directly on the nub.  I pulse my finger slowly up on her G-Spot at first.  I hold her at the brink for a minute or two until her moans and sighs turn to murmuring.  From the experience of doing this hundreds of times over the years, I know she is fully aroused and ready.  The pace of my tongue quickens.  The pulses of my finger quicken and increase in frequency and pressure on her spot.  I can sense her orgasm building quickly now as her vagina begins to flex, tighten, and bear down on my finger.  I reach up with my right hand and lightly encircle her nipple with my finger.

This sends her over the edge is a rush of moans and sighs.  Her vagina clamps down on my finger as I curl the tip and put direct pressure on her G-Spot.  Her clitoris is hard as a rock as I begin to reduce the pressure on it so not to make it too sensitive.  Her vagina pulses and her hips gyrate as wave after wave of her climax rips through her body, spreading the love energy throughout her, penetrating and massaging all of her internal organs.  Her brain is in a cloud, flashes of purple and yellow light are flashing through it.

Gradually, the energy is dispersed and the pulsing of her vagina begins to slow.  My tongue has now stopped contact with her clit and I encircle it with my lips, lightly sucking it as the last few waves wash over her.  I slowly remove my finger and mouth.  I receive my reward as I suck my finger into my mouth.  Her cum is so sweet.  I savor the taste for a moment then slowly and gently push my tongue into her, reaching for the nourishment I so desire.  She gasps and spasms again as I make contact.  I cover her entire opening and suck gently to drink all I can.  Her body relaxes and she tells me again how lucky she is.  Again, I tell her I am the lucky one.

My penis is throbbing.  My heart is pounding.  My mouth filled with the most wonderful flavor.  I kiss her labia gently and rise.  She invites me to enter her, but I do not.  I simply move up to her, roll her on her side and spoon with her for a minute.  I tell her that this was a gift, my favorite gift to give, and though it turns me on, I only wanted to give her a massage that would completely relax her and release all of the stress of the day.  She says how wonderful I am and within what seems like seconds, her breathing becomes deep and relaxed as she drifts to a deep sleep.

I lay there for a few minutes so not to disturb her, then quietly and gently get out of bed, cover her with warm blankets, and extinguish the candles before climbing back in bed, fully satisfied and deeply in love.  I myself drift into a deep satisfying sleep, knowing I have done my most favorite thing.