“A proper one?” she asked, and turned to look at me.
“Well,” I started, “it might be easier if you’re sitting down or even lying down — maybe on the bed?”
She looked for a moment like she might demur, and I widened my eyes meaningfully at her. She smiled and said, “You know — I think I’ll take you up on that.”
“Excellent,” I said. “Do you have any massage oil?”
“I’m liking the sound of this,” Matt interjected, laughing. “Do I get to watch?”
“Of course,” I responded saucily, flipping my ponytail at him. “You can chaperone and make sure I don’t take advantage of your wife.” I winked at Liane.
She laughed and said, “But what’s the fun in that?” She was definitely tipsy. She continued over her shoulder as she walked towards the bathroom, “Matt, why don’t you get out the massage oil, and maybe light a few candles. I just need to freshen up.”
I drew back the covers on the bed while Matt lit some candles in their bedroom.
“What exactly are you planning?” he asked me quietly. Matt has known me for a long time. I could tell he had a notion what I was thinking, but I don’t think he had any idea that Liane was in on it. Knowing Matt as I did, however, I could bet that he was hoping.
“Just helping to relax your wife,” I told him innocently. “Why? What do think I’m planning?”
He didn’t have a chance to respond, as Liane walked in just then. “How do you want me?” she asked. Oh, the possible answers to that question, I thought. I opted for straightforward.
“Why don’t you get naked and lie down under the sheet. I have to use the washroom too, so I’ll be back when you’re ready.”
“OK,” she said. As I walked out, I heard Matt said, “Naked and under the sheet — she read my mind.”
When I returned to the bedroom, she was exactly as instructed — the sheet just covering her behind. Even in the dim light, I could see she had creamy pale skin, and a soft womanly figure. I wanted to run my tongue along her spine, but I knew there would be several steps before we could get there. Matt was sitting on a chair, facing the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him.
“I don’t want to get oil on my clothes — you guys don’t mind if I’m naked too, do you? I’m not overly modest,” I said. I don’t have a particularly exceptional physique, but I was past the age where I let it bother me too much. Plus the lighting was quite dim. Both said it would be fine with them, though I saw Matt swallow hard. As I stripped down, I could see him shift in his chair, pulling discretely at his jeans. I guess the teasing was having an effect, I thought.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled her, reaching for the oil. I warmed some up in my hands, and started on her upper back and shoulders. She actually had a fair bit of tension in there, so I worked the knots for a while, along her shoulder blades and down her spine. The oil had a faint citrus scent to it, and it smoothed along her skin easily. As I worked my way down her back, I eased lower onto the bed, until I was kneeling between her thighs. The sheet moved lower, baring her bum as I massaged from lower back, to her hip, and then to her thighs. I gently rubbed the upper parts of her legs, I made sure to brush the inner thigh, high enough that I could feel she was getting wet. On one of the strokes, I barely touched her clit and moved away again — but I heard her breathing hitch. I moved lower, massaging her calves and feet, before moving back up to her bum and lower back. I had to stretch forward to reach her back, and I let my breasts rub against her. My nipples were hard and as I stroked back down her bum, I had to stop myself from leaning down to use my tongue along her crack.