Too Good At Massages

Travis was sitting up in bed with his laptop open, even though it was his day off. His still-steaming coffee was resting on the nightstand as it cooled. His wife, Georgia always made him coffee just the way he liked it before heading to her job in the big city, even though it meant she was often in a rush and had to do her makeup in the car while she sat in traffic. He had told her that he would be willing to move closer to her work to make things easier for her, especially since he was self-employed and able to work from home most days, but she had insisted on staying in the suburbs.

“Thank you, honey, but I know you wouldn’t be happy there,” she had said with an endearing smile. “You love how quiet and open it is out here, I could never take you away from that. Besides, the traffic gives me an hour every day that I get to sing all the lyrics wrong at the top of my lungs without you annoying me about it!”

She was perfect in every way, and Travis felt so lucky that he had gotten to wake up and fall asleep next to her every night for the last 5 years. Still, their relationship wasn’t without its ups and downs. Georgia had always been a corporate career woman and was gunning for her latest promotion at work. Apparently, board members got paid more for doing less, and then they could spend more time together, but her efforts were taking their toll on both of them; she was going in earlier and staying later, and was, understandably, always tired when she got home after a long day of the office slog. It seemed like she could barely stay awake through their conversations at dinner half the time, dragging herself through the rest of the night like a zombie until it was time to do her skincare routine, brush her teeth, and collapse into bed in his arms before waking up bleary-eyed at the crack of dawn to do it all over again.

For almost 6 months (or ‘Q3 and Q4’ as Georgia called them), they had spent almost every night and every weekend at home so Georgia could relax and recover from the workweek, and their sex life had fallen by the wayside. These were fairly small sacrifices in the grand scheme of things, and Travis was more than happy to do nothing and just cuddle every night for the rest of his life as long as it was with Georgia, but things between them had felt so distant lately, and he just…he missed her. He missed connecting with her, and even more than that, he missed seeing her shine, her smile used to light up her whole face, but now it seemed to fall short of her tired eyes. He wanted to help her get her spark back, but he just didn’t know where to start.

He took a sip of his coffee and clicked the play button on the YouTube video that was buffering on his laptop.

“If you wanna unlock the secrets to a truly satisfying erotic massage for women, try these intimate massage techniques that only the pros know and watch her melt for you!” came the upbeat voice of the video’s presenter.

This video was the one with the least sleaziest-looking thumbnail when Travis had searched for ‘how to give an erotic massage’, but maybe his instincts had been wrong. He scrubbed through the video’s intro (which was just a plug for the presenter’s 4-week relationship counselling program) until he reached the section for erotic massage tips. The narrator continued:

“If you want to create a deeper connection with any female partner, the first step to spoiling her with an erotic massage is to make her feel comfortable, and that starts long before you even touch her. The best way to make her comfortable is to listen to her needs. Even if she doesn’t say she needs anything, or even if she’s the type who says she doesn’t need anything, trust me: She. Has. Needs.”

Travis’ mind echoed with several years’ worth of Georgia’s bubbly reassurances that everything was fine (“It’s nothing, I promise!”) as she took on inconvenience after inconvenience. Maybe this relationship coach actually knew what he was talking about.

“Listen to her complaints, because she’s not just nagging for the sake of nagging, those are needs that are not being met, even if she doesn’t realise it. If you can fix or address those for her, it shows that you listen to her, that you understand her, that you know what to do to make her happy, and most importantly, that you care about her enough to actually do it. This is the step that most men forget to do, I see it all the time in my clients. I could make an entire video on the importance of recognising and following through on fulfilling your partner’s needs, so leave a comment down below if you wanna see that video in future!”

“So, to start, set up your massage space so that everything is as relaxing as possible, there’s nothing for her to worry about, and she feels special as soon as she walks in and sees all the effort you’ve put in for her. If she has a favourite scented candle, light it. If she’s always saying she’s cold, turn up the heater. If she wears makeup, get an extra-soft towel for her face so she doesn’t get annoyed at herself for leaving makeup on the sheets after you’re done. Think about the little things, fellas, because those are what show her that you care about her and her pleasure, and there is not a woman in the world who isn’t turned on by that.”

Travis watched the rest of the video, impressed with the presenter’s in-depth understanding of the relationship between massage, intimacy, and true care for a partner. He spent the rest of the day organising and planning an extra-special welcome-home surprise for Georgia. In the morning, he cleaned the house so she would be coming back to a calm and uncluttered home, not a headache. By the time he was done, a late lunch break at the local market was just what he needed. While he was there, he picked up everything he’d need to make his wife’s favourite dinner (chicken alfredo with caprese salad), and also stopped by the florist before the market closed. He bought some snapdragons in a shade of creamy pink he thought Georgia would like.

The winter sun was starting to set as he put away the groceries. He brought out her favourite incense, which they had put away when a friend with asthma had visited and had forgotten to retrieve once they were gone. He placed the incense holder next to the flowers from the market, which were now standing proudly in a vase filled with water on Georgia’s bedside table. Their pink petals glowed a brilliant peach in the dying golden glow that was streaming through the bedroom windows. He wished Georgia was here to see it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

The stakeholder meeting got pushed to next week, will be home at a normal time for once, can you even believe it? 🤯🤯

Georgia would have to settle for enjoying the sunset from her car, but she would be just in time for the pasta to be hot and the cold salad to be crisp, not soggy.

wow, that's a first, but I'm not complaining! Travis messaged back. Dinner will be on the table when you get home, see you in an hour georgie

There was only one more bit of massage prep he could do at this stage. He fetched a clean towel and laid it on the bed, following the presenter’s first tip from the massage video:

Pro Tip #1

“If you don’t have a massage table, you’re probably using your bed, and you’re probably thinking you should lay the towel from top to bottom, similar to how you would sleep. Instead, lay the towel across the bottom edge of the bed so you can easily walk around and massage her whole body from head to toe, just like a professional masseuse.”

The doorbell rang just as Travis exited the bedroom. It was lucky he’d paid extra for the 2-hour delivery service since Georgia’s early return had been unexpected, it had barely been 60 minutes since he’d ordered the top-rated massage oil on his local adult shop’s website! This was shaping up to be a great day; he hoped he would be able to turn it into a great night for both him and his darling wife.

He inspected the bottle of massage oil and pumped a single drop on the inside of his elbow to patch-test it, something the video had recommended in case of skin sensitivities or allergies. Just like the online product listing had said, it smelled divine, and after he’d massaged it in, it left his skin feeling smooth and supple, not greasy. It also provided a surprising amount of slip for such a small amount, perfect for an erotic massage.

Time was ticking away so Travis placed the bottle on the nightstand, closed the bedroom door behind him, and got to work on dinner. He cast one of his and Georgia’s smooth R&B playlists to their sound system, humming along while he cooked.

The stovetop flames under the boiled pasta had barely flickered out when Georgia’s keys jingled in the lock, and Travis hurried eagerly to greet her in the hallway.

“What a day!” she sighed as she stepped over the threshold, dropping her bag and blazer onto the coat rack bench in the hall. She pulled Travis into a tight hug and gave him a deep kiss before nuzzling the base of his neck with her nose. “Mmm, do I smell chicken alfredo?” she murmured in his ear.

“Yep, and there’s a caprese salad to go with it,” Travis replied, savouring the smell of her shampoo wafting from her silky brown hair. She was such a tiny little creature, even in her stiletto heels, she barely stood taller than his shoulder.

“Yes, you’re the best! Thanks, honey.” She gave him another peck on the cheek before sitting down to take off her shoes, rubbing at the red marks on the back of her heels. She wiggled her toes in the carpet, savouring their freedom from the patent leather prisons before gingerly following her husband to the dining room where a bottle of white wine and the food he’d prepared awaited them.|

Travis let Georgia believe she’d successfully hidden how much her feet were killing her, he would take good care of them later with some intimate massage techniques he’d learned this morning.

He pulled out a dining chair for Georgia and the two of them sat down to eat and drink while she filled her husband in on her day of meetings and stakeholder drama as quiet R&B continued to fill the house. It certainly made for good stories sometimes, but it seemed to Travis that the corporate world was much messier than any workplace should be, and he was glad he was self-employed. He’d never have time for himself or his wife otherwise.

“I noticed that the house is clean, thank you, my love,” she said, her cheeks rosy with smiles and wine. “What else did you get up to on your day off?”

“Oh, I did a little online shopping, and I went to the market,” Travis said slyly, finishing his last mouthful of pasta.

“Ooh, you’ve been a busy little bee. What did you get?”

“Chicken thighs, tomatoes, basil, bocconcini, that fresh egg pasta you like…”

“No, silly, from your online shopping!” Georgia gave his knee a playful nudge with her bare foot under the table.

“Give me a few minutes to clear the table and then I’ll show you.” Travis tipped his glass to finish the last of his wine before standing up to gather up their cutlery. Georgia made to get up to help with the plates, but her husband interjected.

“Uh-uh. You stay right here, I don’t want you to lift a finger. You work so hard, and you’ve been working like crazy for months. Let me take care of you tonight, babe.”

“I couldn’t possibly, you’ve been running around doing chores all day, and it was your day off too!”

“And you have been running around an office for years in those heels that I know make your feet hurt. What’s your point?”

Georgia put on an exaggerated pout. Travis couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, fine, you can open the dishwasher for me.”

“Is that it? I can’t just let you do everyth…”

“And you can put the kettle on,” he interrupted with another chuckle, “but don’t boil it all the way, just get the water to a comfortable hot bath temperature and pour some in a bowl for me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Dare I ask?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, my dear.”

A coy look passed over Georgia’s face as she wordlessly rose from the table to put the kettle on. She gave Travis’ butt a cheeky squeeze as she passed him.

Travis piled the plates and cutlery together and scooped up their wine glasses by the stems with his other hand, depositing them in the open dishwasher.

“Is the water ready yet?” he asked as he closed the dishwasher.

“No, I only just put it on.”

“Good, that ought to keep you out of trouble for a minute,” he teased, heading to the bedroom to finalise preparing for the massage. He set the ceiling lights to their dimmest warm setting, lit the incense, and fetched two clean face towels from the bathroom. Georgia entered shortly after with the bowl of warm water.

“Ah, thanks, gorgeous,” Travis said, taking the bowl from her outstretched hands to place it on the bedside table before putting the bottle of massage oil in the water.

Pro Tip #2

Keep a washcloth and a bowl of hot water nearby, and put the bottle of massage oil in the water when you’re not using it. This will heat the oil to a nice, comfortable temperature that will soothe her rather than shock her like cold oil straight from the bottle would.

“What’s all this?” she asked, looking around at the scene. “Is that…my incense? Oh, these flowers are lovely,” she cooed, walking around to her side of the bed to inspect the blooms.

“I know work has been a lot for you, Georgia, and I feel like it’s been causing us to drift apart a little. You’re always so tired after work, and I just wanted to make you feel special and reconnect with you while doing it. I miss feeling close to you, and I hope you’ll let me spoil you with a nice massage.”

“‘Let you’? Georgia repeated with a laugh. “I wouldn’t stop you for all the promotions in the world, dear.”

Travis smiled. “Good. Go ahead and get undressed, then lie face down on the towel here. You can use this small one for your face if you’re worried about your makeup,” he said, plucking one of the mini towels from the nightstand and laying it next to the larger towel.

Georgia started shedding her officewear, unbuttoning her blouse and letting her tailored trousers fall to the floor. “Underwear too?” she asked with a grin.

“If you like,” Travis replied with a wink. His eyes followed the lines of her body as she unhooked her bra and shimmied out of her panties. She looked fantastic naked, and she knew it. She gave her butt a few cheeky little slaps in time to the soft music that was floating in through the open bedroom door before lying down on the towel, and Travis resisted the urge to give it a slap of his own—he needed to focus on the first of the intimate massage techniques he’d learned in the morning:

“Start the erotic massage by dipping the washcloth in the hot water, then wring it out so it’s damp but not dripping and clean her feet with smooth wiping motions, like she’s being pampered at a luxury spa. If your girl wears high-heeled shoes, give her feet some extra attention by rubbing all over her soles with your thumbs in circular motions.”

Once Georgia’s feet were clean, Travis squirted a small amount of warm massage oil into his hands and rubbed them together to generate some heat, then pressed his palms into the arches of her feet, slowly putting more weight on them through his arms until she moaned and he felt some of the tension leaving her feet. He switched to his thumbs, circling them around the ball, arch, and heel with the pressure she seemed to like best, tenderly caressing the spots he knew her work shoes rubbed uncomfortably against her skin.

Next, he slowly walked his palms up and down along the backs of her calves and hamstrings, letting his hands roll softly off the outer edge of her legs before replacing them in the middle of her leg. Her legs were tense, probably from running around all day in those stilettos, though with every slow squeeze and stroke of his palms, she sighed contentedly under his touch.

Her leg muscles finally felt loose enough to move on. Travis walked his palms up to her lower back, kneading her soft, jiggly buttocks and resisting the urge to bury his face between them—after all, this massage was about her and her pleasure.

He spread the massage oil around the small of her back, using his knuckles to swipe outwards over the sides of her hips before bringing his hands to meet in the middle of her butt, just like the video had shown him. He repeated this motion over and over, feeling Georgia’s body relax completely. Women held lots of tension in the hips, so focusing on her pelvis like this would be deeply relaxing while also activating her ‘sexual energy’ according to the video presenter, giving the best of both worlds when it came to erotic massages.

“Is the pressure okay, Georgie?” he asked her.

“Mmm, it’s perfect,” came her reply, half-muffled by the face towel, half-muffled by her state of pure relaxation. He finished with her hips and went back to the bowl of warm water to top up the oil in his hands before starting on her back. While he rubbed his palms together, he couldn’t help but gaze at her lithe, naked body, her lower half glistening with the oil he had worked into her smooth skin. The air was full of the earthy, spiced scent of the massage oil and incense.

Was it just Travis’ imagination, or did Georgia seem to be wiggling her hips slightly to make her butt jiggle? How did she even know he was looking at her?

“Putting on a show for me, I see,” he said approvingly, planting a light kiss on her upturned cheek as he returned to the bed. “Cheeky girl.”

“Just showing my appreciation for your efforts,” she giggled.

He began the third step of the erotic massage process, which was where the sensual tease was set to begin. He placed the heels of his palms against the upper portion of his wife’s glutes on either side of her spine, gliding all the way up its entire length in one smooth motion, pressing his thumbs into the back of her neck and the base of her skull when he got to the top of her spine before coming back around and down her shoulders. With each slow swipe back down to her hips, he gently grazed the outsides of Georgia’s breasts, doubling her pleasure by relaxing her broad back muscles and increasing the sexual energy with every pass.

“Ooh, now who’s getting cheeky, hmm?” Georgia teased.

“Hey, I’m just showing my appreciation for this beautiful body of yours.” Travis finished this pass with his palms and continued the same movements but switched to using his knuckles, putting more pressure on her back through his fists on the way up before opening his hands to lightly sweep over her skin without any pressure on the way down.

“God, that feels good,” she said as he returned to her upper buttocks and balled his hands into fists again.

“Yeah? You like the extra pressure?”

“You know me, I always like it a little rough,” she laughed.

“Mmm, I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Travis growled playfully in her ear, his hands lingering lightly on the sides of her breasts as he kissed her neck. He completed another dozen passes up and down her back with his fists. “Ready for me to do your shoulders?”

“Born ready.”

“You’ve been carrying the weight of the world with these things, haven’t you, darling?” he said as he walked around to the corner of the bed so he was standing by her head. He placed the hollows of his thumb and forefinger against the nape of her neck and used his thumbs to carve fluid lines around her tight shoulders up to her hairline at the base of her skull again. He used his fists to run his knuckles over her trapezoids again and again, eliciting deep groans of pleasure and pained release from his wife.

“Maybe not the weight of the world, but definitely the weight of the company,” she moaned through gritted teeth.

“Shush, you. No work talk when I’m trying to make you feel good.”

She chuckled ruefully and closed her eyes. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut up and enjoy myself.”

“Good girl.”

The erotic massage continued, with Travis smoothing his palms flat over her back from shoulder to glutes and into her hips. His hands were almost dry of massage oil, so he decided this was the perfect time to execute the next intimate massage technique he never would have thought of on his own:

Pro Tip #3

Once you reach a point where there’s basically no oil left on your hands, take your hands back up to her neck and run your fingers through the back of her hair, giving her a deep scalp massage in one direction so you don’t tangle her hair. Not only does this feel incredibly pleasurable, chances are she won’t be expecting it, and it will make her sink even deeper into the relaxation as the surprise sweeps her off her feet!

Travis’ fingers slowly snaked into the base of Georgia’s chocolate-y brown tresses, stimulating her scalp with the pads of each fingertip. Georgia’s eyes fluttered open and then became heavy again almost instantly, half-lidded with pure pleasure.

“Wow, that’s…amazing…” Her voice sounded far away, utterly lost under his spell.

“Only the best for you, my love.”

He continued with the scalp massage, amused at how relaxed Georgia had become with just a simple squeezing motion of his fingertips. Her eyes were closed and her moaning had stopped, simply breathing deeply as though she had fallen asleep.

“Still awake, Georgie?”

“Mmm, I’m still here. Nowhere else I’d rather be,” she sighed happily.

“Good, just wanna make sure you’re enjoying yourself.”

“But what about you, Trav? I want you to enjoy yourself too.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m enjoying watching you enjoy yourself.”

“Hmm…I can think of something you would enjoy more,” Georgia said, her voice alive with mischief, eyes now fully open and fixed on the upside-down face of her smiling husband. She wiggled her butt on the bed again.

“Can it wait until after I finish your massage?” Travis replied, his amusement growing. They weren’t even halfway through the massage, and his wife was already champing at the bit.

“You can reward me with the rest of my massage after I finish you,” she said, suddenly shifting so she was propped up on her elbows, her face level with Travis’ groin. She swiftly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rapidly hardening cock. “God, I’ve missed you,” she breathed, nuzzling her face against his thigh as she began eagerly French-kissing the base of his shaft.

“I’ve missed you t-oohhhhhhh,” he stuttered, losing his composure momentarily as she took the tip of his dick between her plump lips and swished her soft, wet tongue around it, scooping up the heavy bead of pre-cum that had already formed and humming with delight at its salty-sweet taste.

“It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you, Trav,” Georgia cooed, looking up at Travis with her baby-blue eyes, holding his tip against her outstretched tongue. He didn’t have the biggest cock in the world, but it looked impressively sizable against her petite facial features.

“Let’s try not to go so long between tastings from now on then,” Travis said as his lovely wife began licking his slit with vigour. “Oh my God, I almost forgot about that thing you do with your tongue.”

“About time I give you a refresher then,” she replied with a wink before she sucked him into her mouth and started taking his entire length deeper and deeper, inch by inch.

Travis groaned, his core suddenly on fire as his beautiful wife bobbed her hot, wet mouth up and down his length. His hands were still in her hair, and his fingers began to curl tighter in her locks, bracing the back of her head as she sucked and licked and made love to his cock and balls. After months of being relatively untouched, his hard, throbbing dick was being bathed in heavenly ecstasy, and it was all he could do not to cum right then and there.

Georgia was moaning around his dick, trying to get his attention.

“Yes, love?” Travis said with difficulty, so close to seeing stars and putting all of his focus on not cumming as she deepthroated him.

One of her hands found his on the back of her head and pushed repeatedly on it.

“Do you…you want me to…?”

She nodded enthusiastically, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him, tongue lashing wildly against the underside of his shaft as she expertly kept her gag reflex at bay.

Travis pulled his wife’s head into his body by her hair, thrusting himself deeper into her eager mouth as his primal, animal instinct took over and his hips began to move on their own, fucking Georgia’s pretty little face. Her whole body was laid out before him, shining softly with massage oil in the dim light, jiggling deliciously with the force of each thrust as his dick collided with the back of her tight throat.

She was making such hot, sloppy, gagging noises on the end of his cock in between her moans of pleasure, and it all became too much in the best way imaginable. His whole body tensed and shook as he slumped over Georgia and emptied himself into her mouth, and she greedily swallowed every drop as his cock spurted rope after rope of cum. The blowjob couldn’t have lasted more than 4 or 5 minutes, but it had been one of the most intense 5-minute bursts of sexual pleasure he’d experienced in his life, and Georgia had always been the best he’d ever had in bed.

“Jesus Christ, that was hot,” he gasped as he came back down to earth, extracting himself from his wife’s mouth. She placed a final kiss on his tip before letting herself flop back down onto the bed, breathing heavily from the exertion and lack of airflow.

“Okay. Now you can finish my massage.”

Travis tucked himself back into his pants and obediently went to fetch the massage oil, his head still reeling with the afterglow. He couldn’t wait to get his hands back on this incredible vixen. “Right away, dear.”

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