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There was a note in the kitchen next to glass of chardonnay. It simply read, Come upstairs. As she walked up the stairs it was dark except for a candle lit in the bedroom. The massage table was visible with all of the favorite oils ready. She felt hands on her shoulders and started to melt. This was just what she needed. As she tried to turn to kiss her husband, the strong hands stopped her from turning and slowly ran fingers through her hair. She was melting but not sure f these were the same hands she had known for 20 years.

As one hand gently caressed her scalp, causing chills to run down her spine, an eye mask was gently introduced, taking her sight. This is new she thought, now wondering even more. The hands, soft and firm, controlled her movement. They were both on her shoulders, sliding down her back. She felt his lips and breath on her neck, gently kissing and nibbling at her. Oddly similar yet not completely familiar. Was this her husband?

The hands, now on her stomach, toning from hours of dedication hard work, moved upward to her breasts but didn’t linger. They continued to the buttons of her blouse, quickly exposing the lacy bra to the room and no one, or anyone, in particular. The hands explored the bra, briefly before attending to her pants. In a quick moment she was in the bra and panties she had worn to surprise her husband whom she thinks (thought) is undressing her. Her thoughts were starting to get to her and she reached for the mask but found the strong hands unwilling to let her know exactly whose hands are touching her body, whose lips are kissing her neck.

As her thoughts begin to get the best of her, the anger subsides and she decides to submit to her masseur. Her panties are starting to moisten with the anticipation of what is in store for her next. At that moment, the hand skillfully unclasps her new bra. The lace clinging to her hard nipples for a moment before the bra falls to the floor. At almost the same moment, she feels fingers loop under her panties. As they are quickly stripped from her body the rush of cool air meets her warm vagina and makes her quiver with anticipation. She feels the strong hands firmly, but gently guide her onto the table. She has no choice it seems but to submit. IN an instant she feels the hands all over her. Warm oil is all over her body. She doesn’t care who is touching her. The only concern she has right now is that it continues.

For an eternity it seems, the hands are rubbing her sore aching muscles. Her back, thighs, feet and shoulder along with Parts that normally don’t get much attention are the focus. Oh my God, the amazing focus. Her husband never would wait this long. Her pussy ached to be touched, not even a casual glance over her ass or the edge of her lips like he always does. Was it him? Whose hands are these? Does she even care right now as her purrs of contentment slowly give way to moans, begging to be touched. Then it stopped. Silence in the room. She was gently writhing her body, aching to have her pussy touched, kissed, fucked. Nothing but quiet. After a few moments she started to wonder if it was over. Then she felt the hands again. Thanks god she thought and her body is nearly orgasmic. A simple touch may push her over the edge into a convulsing orgasm. It has been a long week and this is just what she needs, well almost…

The hands spread her legs, YES, she thinks. As a finger slowly traces the lips of her beautiful, wet pussy. She pushes her hips back, encouraging, inviting the hands and fingers to explore her most private area. She is begging for more but very unlike her husband, she is not getting what she wants, only more worked up. As the fingers trace her pussy, she feels something cool, slipper dribble on her asshole. It is odd but feels good for a moment before a finger massages her beautiful little hole. She taking shallow breaths, this is not the normal routine but it feels good. The sensation changes, still good but different, more pressure as something else is pushing gently against her little asshole. She relaxes slightly and the small plug is inside her. OMG, Her pussy s nearly dripping from the fellness sensation n her ass. While new, it feels amazing as the fingers explore, in earnest finally, the folds of her pussy, begging for attention. With her ass stuffed, his tongue is exploring the glorious folds of her vagina, carefully licking and gently sucking, building the energy for wave after wave of pleasure.

Still masked and unsure if this is truly the man she thinks it is, she feels pressure yet again, this time at the entrance of her vagina and this is no finger. His cock is so hard and her pussy so wet, a gentle push and she can feel his balls touch her clit and the head of his hard cock pushes, stretches. the inner walls of her pussy to new levels of pleasure. He’s so hard she swears she can feel the veins swollen to keep his cock hard for her delighted pussy. In moments the heavenly walls of her vagina convulse and constrict, trying to crush the cock inside it. on all fours, With her ass in the air, a level of fullness being fucked in her ass and pussy at the same time, she shudders and continues to shudder an other-worldly orgasm. The strong hands hold on, riding her, clinging to her as she rides out her orgasms. She collapses but he is relentlessly burying his cock in her spent pussy. Fucking her while her head is spinning. It’s not long, a couple more thrusts before she feels him pull his cock out of her and shoot warm, white cum all over her back. She collapses on the table. Spent and satisfied. The work week a distant memory.

As she lay there, she begins to realize the room is again silent. She smiles at what she just experienced and this time when she went to remove the mask, there were no hands to stop her. It was still her room, dimly candlelit but apparently no one else. As she began to collect herself and her thoughts, her phone made a tell-tale sound. Life360 announcing that her family was nearly home and she had only a few moments to get ready for them.