Stress Relief

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A couple times a week, Christie sends me a selfie. Not what you think: the look is reminiscent of the workers who go in to clean up chemical spills or nuclear disasters. I get it. In this day and age, it’s more necessary than ever. Nursing is never a safe line of work. Lately, it’s even less so.

Early on, when there were even more question marks than there are today, she decided to self-quarantine and try to help spare me the possibility of contagion. We set her up in my workshop in the garage, where there's heat and a small bathroom. I left her meals outside the door and gathered up her clothes for washing every other day. It was like she was on an extended business trip. It was lonely as hell, is what it was.

So far, neither of us has had a positive test, but the threat is always looming. She eventually moved back into the house at my urging. Each day, I get the run-down. I know, confidentiality and all that, but I think without someone to vent to, she’d have broken down a long time ago.

I think she’s gotten in even better physical condition during all this than she had been before it started, and all in the name of stress-relief. I keep telling her I know another way we could beat stress, one that would be a lot more fun for us both, but such suggestions receive a smile, but never get any farther.

Our sex life has always been a good one, but like the majority of them, it could always be better, at least in my estimation. Now that the world has been blown apart by a microscopic invader, that sex life has become more sporadic. Most nights, she comes home too wiped out for much more than dinner, a little TV and maybe a short workout, then bed.

My job was deemed Critical Infrastructure early on, and so I’ve seen no loss of employment, unlike so many other people right now. The only difference is that, like many, my typical work day is virtual instead of in-person. It took a little while for me to get into the swing of working from home, but now it’s second nature. It feels a little weird some days that getting ready for work consists of throwing on a pair of underwear and a T-shirt and going across the hall, but it’s feeling almost normal anymore (yes, I dress better if I have to take a video call with someone – and yes, I wear pants).

One day, I got an idea. After my work day wound up, I went to my home PC and did some research. I did this for a few days before attempting my idea. When I was ready, I waited at the door for Christie to arrive home from her work. Eventually, the doorknob turned and the door swung open.

She was a little surprised to have me waiting for her, but she was glad to see me. She came in for a kiss hello, then started for the bathroom and the post-work shower she’d gotten in the habit of these days.

“Stop right there,” I said firmly but gently.

As if I’d lassoed her, she halted abruptly, then turned and gave me a quizzical look.

“Kneel,” I ordered, my voice still firm. I then waited to see what would happen.

 

[fnchristie81]

Having worked most of her nursing career in air medical, when the initial COVID surge hit Christie knew her expertise would be needed more in the ERs and ICUs in her area. Without hesitating, she applied to change positions within her hospital system. Because of the unknowns, she self-quarantined for the first several months. The decision was made easier by watching healthcare employee after healthcare employee become sickened and be admitted.

Eventually though, summer hit, and the crisis eased. She had been fortunate-she and several of her colleagues had religiously followed the donning and doffing procedures for their PPE, and had also purchased their own supplies to use when the hospital's supplies ran low. The stress levels were incredible. Not least among them was working on coworkers, but even more stressful was watching patients die isolated from their friends and families. Many of those coworkers who had stepped up to care for the sickest of the sick later quit due to this issue alone.

Christie had experienced that phenomenon-patients dying well removed from their families-many times in the past. Still, it was hard even on her. She used exercise as her outlet frequently during her self-imposed isolation. Many times she sat down in the middle of her shift to cry, the tears stinging painfully on the pressure sores on her face that were a result of the tight-fitting respirators.

Eventually, her husband and the stress wore her down, and she acquiesced to moving back into the main house. Still, although it helped, she was usually physically and mentally exhausted. Sometimes she vented to Matt about situations that had come up, or even just the general frustrations about working in the hospital system proper again, and she still exercised often. Usually she would take a hard and fast run around their neighborhood, her puffing and chuffing a great excuse from giving more than a passing wave to those who acted like they wanted to talk. Almost as often though, she would use the exercise equipment in Matt's shop to muscle out some of those frustrations.

Early in the fall, returning home after yet another shift in the COVID unit, she had passed Matt in the entryway as she headed straight for the shower.

"Stop right there." Christie had froze. Her immediate thought was that Matt had finally tired of the strain work was putting on her and was stopping her to talk about a divorce.

"Kneel".

Immediately, without thinking, Christie fell to her knees on the hard floor. Her mind was blank, and a mix of relaxation and panic simultaneously flowed through her.

 

[susurrus]

I expected some kind of question to my order - it wasn't the kind of thing I'd ever said to my wife before. Some manner of incredulity would not have been out of character. Instead of an astonished, "What did you say?" or anything else of the sort, Christie automatically - one might even say thoughtlessly - went to the floor.

Fuck. It worked.

Of course, with her on her knees before me - at my command - I now had to think about what to do next. I had to admit: I hadn't expected her compliance to be so arousing. My cock was starting to stiffen in my jeans seeing my beautiful, overworked woman obediently and submissively do what I told her.

"Good girl," I finally said after I found my voice again. My.mind raced for where to go with this next. I debated if I should order her to suck my cock right away or just what. If she bucked me on any of this, I couldn't say whether I'd have the nerve to double down and get more adamant with my orders or if I'd fold. I'm not a wimp by any stretch, but neither of us had ever expressed interest in what I was setting in motion.

"Strip," I finally commanded. Once it came out of my mouth, I knew it wouldn't be easy to comply on her knees like she was, but I'd let her figure out how to follow my order...

 

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It seemed like forever that Christie was on her knees, but was probably only moments. Finally, Matt spoke.

"Good girl." Christie wasn't prepared for that in the least, nor could she have anticipated the wetness that accumulated between hers legs. How could two small words, usually used on small kids or dogs, have that effect on her?

"Strip". The single command-asindeed it was, not a request-had her complying. She pealed her top over her head, shaking her hair free after it was off. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, shrugging it from her shoulders and laying it on her top.

As she unfastened the jeans she had worn to and from the hospital (she changed into her scrubs there, and carried her work clothes in a gym bag purchased solely for that purpose), her mind began to wonder. Why was Matt doing this? Was it to be one last romp before he dropped the cruel bombshell? She rose up from sitting in her heels to slide her pants down her thighs, then her panties joined them before she lifted one knee to work her clothes down to her shins before repeating the process with the other knee. Once her clothes were bunched around her shins, she leaned back to pull the bunch free of first one leg, then the other. That accomplished, her socks quickly followed, all of the clothing piled next to her.

Once she was fully nude, Christie sank back on her heels, her hands once again resting comfortably on the tops of her thighs, all of the moisture in her mouth draining to her groin. Her head dropped in defeat at the announcement she was sure wouldn't be far behind.

 

[susurrus]

I damn near came in my pants as Christie wordlessly began removing her clothes. I had no idea she had this submissive streak. Sure, she hesitated at my order, but it was only a moment, and then the clothes started coming off! God, I felt like a teenager who'd snuck into the girls' locker room or something. To call me horny at that point would have been the understatement of the century.

The reason I was so astounded by my wife's uncomplaining compliance: typically she is so collected and in charge: if not of others, then herself. Since the pandemic, I'd watched the gradual grinding down of that assuredness, until she looked like she was going in to work every day because she HAD to, because people were counting on her - which, indeed, they were - not because she had her usual enthusiasm about it. Up until a few months ago, she'd gone in to work with the attitude that she was making a difference. Of late, it felt like she only thought she was helping people to die. I knew she knew that wasn't true, but the near hopelessness and loneliness of it had taken its toll.

When my Christie knelt there, nude and waiting, she looked almost defeated. She still looked spectacular in my eyes, and it wasn't just due to the exercise she'd been doing. Her head was bowed, and if her eyes were open it looked to me like the furthest she could see was the floor directly in front of her knees.

There was no way for me ro know what she was thinking. I was pretty sure there was a boatliad of confusion going through her mind, even if she was doing what I told her.

Since this was all a surprise, I suddenly felt some explanation was in order.

Kneeling in front of my beautiful, exhausted wife, I reached out and cupped her cheek in my palm.

"My god, you're gorgeous," I whispered. "I know I've told you before, but I think you can bear to hear it again: I'm so very proud of you. You're the strongest person I know, and I'm humbled that you consented to be mine all those years ago. I can't imagine what these last several months have been for you, even though you've told me about it every evening since last spring.

"I know you make life-or-death decisions every day, hundreds of times: even moreso lately. It'd be a lie if I said I understood what that was like. Yes, I know, just like you, that many of the people do recover, but I've never been present while another person breathed his last breath, which I know you have, far too many times lately. I HAVE noticed the toll it's taken.

"What is this all about, I'm guessing you're asking yourself. Why have I told you to kneel in front of me and take off your clothes in the front hall? I've decided that you need a break from decision making, at least somewhere in your life right now. There are probably other ways to accomplish such things, but I'm hoping this can be fun for both of us. We could both use more of that in our lives right now, especially you."

I caressed Christie's hair, then lifted her chin so I could see her face...

 

[fnchristie81]

At Matt's explanation, Christie couldn't stop the tears. Rather than be frustrated with her, he was proud of her! Her heart swelled, even as her crying continued. She threw her arms around this neck and kissed him passionately, then rested her head on his shoulder.

"I thought you were just going to embarrass me, maybe take me one last time, than divorce me," she wept. "I know I haven't been meeting your needs like I should, and I thought you were finally giving up over it." She was embarrassed over her admission, but felt that he should know her concerns.

 

[susurrus]

I couldn't read Christie's face when I turned it up so I could see. There was too much going on for me, a mere mortal male, to interpret. The tears spoke volumes, though. My erection was gone. It had started to wilt during my long, truthful speech. Seeing my wife's face, it was gone entirely.

When she threw herself at me, grabbed me tight and started to confess her fears regarding what this new behavior might be about, I got it. After she finished speaking, I held her tighter and said:

"Oh, honey, I would never try to embarrass you. Especially not like that. And I know we haven't been quite the same since this all started, but I understand. You're giving everything you can to be a hero to all those poor folks who end up at the hospital, and I get that. Not everybody could do what you do. I sure couldn't. No, it hasn't been easy, but as hard as it's been for me, I can't even guess what it's been for you. Like I said, you're the strongest person I know, and if I can help take away some of the stress so you can stay strong for you, me and all those people at the hospital who are counting on you, I'm more than happy to do so. You think this method might help take your mind off everything else, at least when you're not in the thick of it all?"

My heart pounded as I caressed her hair and waited for her to reply.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie felt ashamed at her thoughts previously. She'd acted like she hadn't known her husband at all. She thought about her body's reaction to Matt's commands, his words, and tried to shut out the haywire thoughts that had corresponded to both of those.

She had become pretty relaxed rather quickly. And despite the demeaning orders and emotional stress, she had gotten rather aroused.

Her crying tapered off as she thought, still curled naked in Matt's arms. She looked up at him through red-rimmed eyes. The look on her face was trusting, but still contemplative.

"Can in take a shower and think some more?" she asked.

 

[susurrus]

“Can I take a shower and think some more?” Christie finally asked.

“Of course,” I said, smiling down at her.

I got up, then helped her up, since she’d been on her knees longer than I had. For a moment, I just admired the view.

“Stunning,” I gushed, unashamedly gawking at her nudity.

Then, I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom then started the water.

As the shower warmed up, I got undressed, myself.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was embarrassed of her nudity as Matt stood, fully clothed, staring down at her, but it also shot a thrill of exhilaration through her. Then he complimented her, and the trickle of arousal that had started during his looking down on her nakedness increased.

As he carried her to the bathroom, she wrapped her arms around this neck and buried her head in this shoulder. She didn't think, she didn't try to accommodate, she just allowed her mind to blank and her body to relax. While Matt ran the water to warm, she stood leaning against the sink, her head leaning against the mirror, her eyes closed.

At the sound of Matt undressing, Christie's eyes shot open. She had wanted to wash the disgustingness of the hospital off herself, but also wanted the time alone to think. With Matt in the shower with her, that would prove difficult. Either he'd do for her, causing her to simply relax in the sensations, or he'd become amorous and end up distracting her, or he'd leave her alone to her thoughts, but the act of washing themselves would distract her from her thoughts due to trying to change positions around each other without knocking each other over.

Christie reached out a hand and placed it on his arm, stopping him, than leaned over and kissed him gently.

"Just me, for a little while? Please?" she begged. "I promise I'll make up for it right afterward. I just need to wash and think for a bit. Just long enough to get cleaned, ok?"

 

[susurrus]

I was ready to pamper the hell out of Christie in the shower, doing all the work for her, without turning it into a sex session – though shower sex is almost always a lot of fun. I was naked and half hard already, when she touched my arm and looked up at me imploringly and begged for the shower to herself. It occurred to me that she’d been around people all day, even if on the way home, they’d been in their own cars.

“Alright,” I agreed, “but if you agree to this, tomorrow it’s my choice to make. Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while. I love you.”

With that, I kissed her and stepped aside so she could get in the shower. Instead of leaving the room, though, I laid the toilet lid down and sat down to watch the show.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was slightly irritated that Matt hadn't left the room, but at least he'd left her the shower to herself. She mentally shrugged. At least she'd be able to think more clearly this way.

She stepped into the shower, facing into the stream, letting the heated water flow over her face, into her hair, and over her body. After holding her breath that way for as long as she could stand, not thinking anything, she slowly turned and allowed the water to cascade down her back.

At that point, she began thinking. She thought of how patient Matt had been with her while dealing with the pandemic, allowing her time and space. She thought of how much help he'd given that she had just taken for granted. She thought of ill the times he had hinted at wanting to have sex, and to her shame realized that she had turned him down nearly every time.

She washed slowly. Matt had been far better to her than she really deserved. And rather than complain, he had thought of a way to try and help her relax. She realized with a shock just how much she had relaxed, even in the midst of thinking that he was getting ready to divorce her, and that his orders had also excited her sexually.

At that point, Christie made up her mind. She shaved carefully, enjoyed one last, long, luxurious rinse, then turned off the shower and reached for a towel. She quickly dried her hair part way with the towel, then dried her body before wrapping it around herself. That done, she stepped out of the shower and moved to stand directly in front of her husband, almost touching him.

"You know me almost better than I do myself. I'm sorry I haven't been a better spouse to you, but I promise to do my best to make it up to you. You know what I like and don't, and I'll trust you for the rest." The corner of her mouth turned up wryly. "But after I work, I still want to shower first thing. Beyond that, I promise not to turn you down unless it's for circumstances outside my control."

With that, Christie slowly unfastened the towel, and let it drop in a puddle at her feet, once again completely nude.

 

[susurrus]

Christie shot me a quick look of annoyance when I parked myself on the toilet lid to watch her shower, but said nothing.

My god, is there any finer work of art than the female form? It must be true that man was created first, because isn't it common practice to make a prototype before developing the final, perfect product?

Although I knew Christie would debate me on the perfection point, my argument would be that such things are subjective, and therefore true to the individual that believes them. Doesn't change anything.

Truth was, I could watch Christie's naked body till the end of time and not get tired of it. Watching something as mundane as a shower was an erotic delight with such an incredible woman involved. My cock once more swelled to full hardness as I enjoyed the view. There was a strong urge to stroke myself while I watched, but kept control and just let my hard-on stand proud in appreciation. This was better than any porn I'd ever seen, hands down, the subject my favorite in the world.

As was bound to happen, it eventually was over. Christie turned off the water and reached around the shower door for a towel. I then was treated to the just-as-mundane, but only slightly less arousing, sight of her toweling herself off.

A protest came to my lips when I saw her wrap the towel around herself, but in my heightened sense of arousal there was almost nothing I could think of right then that I wouldn't find cock-raising.

The towel merely accentuated the attributes that I found most attractive, though I certainly wouldn't turn down total nudity once again, or ever.

My wife emerged from the shower and stood between my feet. She then apologized for the last several months, and promised, in not so many words, to give this thing I set in motion a try. She then demanded she get to continue her after-work showers.

And then, she let the towel fall.

I moaned aloud. You'd think such a simple thing, something I'd seen her do hundreds of times over the years, would have me jaded regarding as common gesture as that. Not so, and the fact delighted me no end.

I reached out and set my hands on the swell of Christie's hips. Even all her pandemic workouts had done nothing to de-emphasize them, and I loved it. Instead of turning into a slim, no curve woman, her exercise had actually made her perfect form even moreso.

I leaned in and kissed her stomach, then kissed my way up as far as I could reach, including an "innocent" little kiss and flick of the tongue to each nipple.

"You can have your shower. However, don't think that I won't want to be right where I am for some of them; neither will you always get the shower entirely to yourself. Before you say anything: I'll make it worth your while."

I then bent over and picked the towel off the floor, stood and grabbed the drips that had formed at the ends of her hair. I then slowly dabbed at the wet spots that ran down her body.

Dropping the towel once more, I ran my hand up the back of her head, into her wet hair, and pulled her face to mine...

 

[fnchristie81]

As Matt began to worship her body, Christie gasped when he kissed (and licked) her nipples. God, she loved them to be played with, and the teasing heightened her arousal. As he kissed her mouth, she gave a soft whimper of pleasure as she kissed him back, nudging one of his hands back to her breast. The hand in her hair felt so good, so right. Whereas previously, she had resisted the action often because it felt so controlling, right now that control was something that she realized she was wanting to give up to him.

As the two continued to kiss, Christie felt herself getting wetter with anticipation. She reached out tentatively with one thigh, searching for the erection she knew was close by. It took only a moment to find, and she reciprocated the foreplay by Matt with some of her own-just barely grazing his penis with the front of her thigh, making it jump away.

At Matt's own groan of pleasure, Christie smiled to herself. She repeated the action a few times, then decided that Matt had worshiped her body enough, that he deserved reciprocation. She slowly broke off their kiss, then kissed her way down his body until she was kneeling between his legs. She tilted her head slightly as she reached the purple head sticking up towards his body so that her cheek just grazed it as she continued to kiss her way down his pelvis, then turned her head to look sideways as him as she slowly licked up the length of his shaft. Upon reaching the tip, she just as slowly sank her mouth down over it, her tongue tantalizingly moving from side to side on the dorsal surface until she was as far as she could get. At that point, she sucked in a little, pulling off slightly faster, her tongue making one long wrap from as far one way as she could go to as far the other way, ending the action at the same time as her lips were at the head. She followed this up with a few quick, deep bobs, then dove rapidly down one last time, pulling off with the same tongue-swirling action she'd started with but more rapidly with the tongue and slower on her withdrawal.

 

[susurrus]

Christie didn’t pull away from this kiss like she had similar ones before. She’d previously hated when he held her head... for any reason, really. That she seemed to melt into it showed she was giving this new dynamic its chance.

It felt strange, but good, to take control like this. I doubted I’d become a tyrant and insist everything be done MY way, but demanding things from Christie and not getting push-back was intoxicating.

When she took my hand and guided it to her breast while we kissed, my cock surged. More often than not, if I went right for her tits or pussy, I’d get the old, “There’s more of me than that.” With our new arrangement, I wouldn’t – or shouldn’t – be getting that. That she wanted me to go right to her breast told me she was enjoying this. I, of course, took advantage of her desire.

Then, I felt her brush against my hard-on. Oh god. I didn’t hold back my reaction to that. I didn’t want to. I liked the Christie that had emerged from the depths of her exhaustion.

When she pulled away from our kiss and gave me a naughty smile, I wondered what she was planning. What she did next left little to misinterpret. When she ended up kneeling once more, I KNEW what she had planned. I could hardly wait.

Fuck. It had been YEARS since my wife had worshiped my cock. It had been about as long that she had given me head on her knees. The symbolism was lost on me before. It sure as hell wasn’t now.

I happily gave Christie the response she expected. What she was doing had my mind in a whirl. For a few seconds, I couldn’t even think. And the view was beyond amazing. As well, for the first time in quite a while, Christie looked like she was ENJOYING sucking my cock. Not that she normally hated it, but I got the impression that, for a while, it felt like a duty for her and not a pleasure.

She seemed to fucking LOVE it now, though.

“Good girl,” I gasped in a single, long moaning breath. At that point, she could have done anything to me she liked. For all the talk of control, there was no doubt about it: the person with the cock in her mouth was truly the one in charge at the moment.

It had been a long time since I’d managed to cum from a blowjob, but I could feel the first indication that it might happen this time make its presence known...

 

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Christie pulled all the way off and snaked her tongue as far around the other side of Matt's cock as she could, running her lips down the side closest to her, all the way until her cheek was pressed against his hip. She then arched her neck forward to reverse the process on the other- and upper- side.

It had been a long time since she'd initiated giving head. Her attitude was that it was only enjoyable for the person receiving, and a lot of unnecessary work for the person giving. She knew Matt enjoyed it was the only reason she did it. And this time, she knew that he absolutely deserved it for putting up with her for the last many months. He'd sacrificed far more than she.

"Good girl," the words came again. Again they inexplicably made her sex tingle and release her natural lubrication. It was only moments later, as Christie was enveloping him again with her whole mouth, that Matt's warning groans and the pulsating throbs through the cock in her mouth warned her that he was about to cum.

The thoughts raced through her mind. She knew guys liked the girls to swallow, although she wasn't a terribly big fan. She could, and would, but didn't necessarily enjoy it. She also knew guys liked to have the girl take it in her face and body, which to Christie was the most demeaning. But Matt deserved whatever he wanted, and since he wasn't providing guidance, she split the difference of breaking off and allowing him to shoot inside her pussy and spraying all over her and making a mess; she kept bobbing her head until he loosed his load inside her mouth, Christie swallowing it as fast as she could.

 

[susurrus]

I couldn’t speak. At least, not enough to give any direction as to what I wanted Christie to do with my cum.

We’d had the conversations. I knew she wasn’t necessarily fond of the taste of cum. There’s a weird edge to it that can be really unappealing (yes, I’ve tasted mine out of curiosity). I think a lot of that’s due to diet. She also feels like cumming ON the woman is demeaning. I suppose that’s a matter of attitude. I don’t know for sure. She’s let me cum on her before, and I have to admit, it looks hot as hell. Mostly, if I cum, she wants it in her pussy. Why wouldn’t I be happy with that? Once in a while, though, a man wants his woman to be a little adventurous, a little naughty and dirty. Christie was going to have to find more of a naughty side if we were going to do this, because I liked when she inched on out past her normal comfort zone, even if it was only to make me happy. Chances were good I’d be giving her more orders regarding things she typically didn’t necessarily care much for. I hoped she’d learn to like letting her naughty, kind-of-slutty side out a little more.

When my orgasm finally rushed over me, Christie just kept pumping. She caught every spurt without missing a drop. That in itself was impressive and hot and a whole host of other things. It made me want to give her more cum to deal with, but I’m just me, and so after four or five good pulses, my orgasm was over but for a few aftershocks.

It was spectacular. My heroic, newly submissive wife had just sucked me off in record time. I hadn’t cum standing up in years. Just as I watched Christie swallow the last remnants of my climax, I had to sit or risk my legs giving out.

My vision finally came back into focus and I saw Christie looking at me with fearful hope that I liked what she’d done.

The sight was charming and erotic and a whole host of other things I didn’t have the mind power to process at that moment. Finally I settled on, “God, I love you,” leaning in and pressing my lips to hers.

 

[fnchristie81]

As expected, after he'd cum Matt's erection deflated. Well, it wasn't like they were teenagers still, but she'd hoped that he'd keep enough life in it to give her some of the stimulation she felt she needed at the moment. It didn't help that he sat down and kissed her, with her still being able to taste his cum in her mouth. Nor had it helped when he whispered appreciatively that he loved her. Still, he had deserved the best she had to offer...

As Matt sat on the commode, running his fingers through her damp hair, she rested her head on his thigh. Her hand came up and lightly, wistfully traced his cock. Just the fingertip, along the length of the now-softened form, then down and over his ridged sack, tracing the line that divided it in half. Then back up and over, her being able to feel the dampness remaining from her mouth.

If he couldn't get it up again, she'd be satisfied over knowing that he deserved her doing so without hope of receiving each time, and she vowed internally to keep that in mind moving forward.

 

[susurrus]

We kissed a good long while. I could taste myself in my wife’s mouth, but I didn’t care. With how she’d made me feel, it would have been disrespectful and ungracious to be squeamish about it. Hell, she could have still held the load in her mouth and I’d still have kissed her.

Eventually, our lips parted and I ran my fingers through Christie’s damp hair while she rested her head on my leg and wistfully traced my cock and balls with her finger.

“Come on,” I said after a couple minutes. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

I stood and held out a hand.

 

[fnchristie81]

Kissing was always a great way to turn Christie on, and this time proved no exception-not that she needed any more. Doing it for as long as they did might just prove maddening, especially if Matt didn't find something to occupy himself so that Christie could use one of her toys she'd stashed to relieve some of the sexual tension he'd started in her. Matt running his fingers through her hair didn't help matters any.

Then he stood, his leg brushing her face as he did so, and held his hand down to her.

"...Let's go somewhere more comfortable," he said, helping her to her feet. He led her- both of them still naked- to the living room, where he sat in a corner of the couch, stretching one leg along the back of the seats, pulling her down in front of him and wrapping his arms around her front. Christie rested her head back against him, relaxing once again in his embrace.

 

[susurrus]

Just before Christie took her spot, I made sure to adjust my cock, so if it started getting hard again – and it more than likely would – it wouldn’t get bent at an awkward angle.

Christie felt good lounging against me. Yes, her hair was wet and cold, but the rest of her was soft and warm. I always liked feeling her body against mine, whether we were naked or clothed. Of course, my favorite was always naked. I rested the arm that was pinned against the back of the couch just under and to the side of her bellybutton, the other wrapped under her luscious tits.

“I think you’re more relaxed now than you have been in quite a while,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her damp hair. The hand on her tummy stretched a little farther, reaching for her pussy while the other turned and cupped the nearest breast...

 

[fnchristie81]

Well, Matt was certainly feeling amorous! The kisses on her neck and ear, the hand kneading at her breast, the other reaching for her sex... Christie pulled her legs up, one laying across Matt's the other splaying out, off the side of the couch. The action served to tilt her pelvis, putting it more within reach for him.

"Actually, for some reason...yes-this evening does have me very relaxed," Christie murmured.

 

[susurrus]

I felt my cock start to grow when Christie moved her legs to give me better access to her pussy. Needless to say, I wasted no time slipping a finger over her clit and a little lower, to get some of the moisture I hoped to find there. There was no need to worry. To my delight: she was soaked! I couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this wet. It just made my cock get harder.

I slowly circled my finger in her slick wetness. Even in this more accessible position, I couldn’t get into her hole, but there was plenty of lube. As well, her clit was standing up proud, almost like my cock had earlier.

Dragging some of her pussy lube with me, I gently pinched Christie’s clit between thumb and finger, while doing the same with the nipple in my other hand...

 

[fnchristie81]

To her delight, Matt took her repositioning as an excuse to play with her. Her juices were copious, and Matt took a full advantage of them as he could. As he spread them around her clit, her hips began to move of their own volition, inviting more of these actions.

Then, when he pinched her clit and nipple at the same time, she couldn't help the soft moan of pleasure it elicited. One of her own hands came up to imitates Matt's actions on her other breast.

 

[susurrus]

My cock was fully hard by the time I received Christie’s moan of pleasure from my actions at her clit and nipple. I kept my movements slow. I wanted this to last, and for it to maybe make her a little crazy.

Every once in a while, I delved back into the fount of her juicing pussy for more lube. I even decided to release her nipple long enough to bring some of that slippery goodness up to her tits.