Chapter 15

Eight Months Later

It was cool and dim in the hotel room, the curtains drawn and the air conditioner humming to fight off the heat and humidity of August in Philadelphia. I looked down at my wife. She was naked, lying diagonally across the bed on her stomach, with her hair turbaned in a towel. She had just gotten out of the shower, and her skin was still flushed from the hot water and the scrubbing. Heat radiated from her body in waves.

I walked over to the bed until my legs made contact with her feet, which were hanging over the edge. She shifted slightly so that her feet lay flat against my thighs, and she began to massage me with her toes. Otherwise, she didn’t move.

I leaned over, shifting my weight forward to keep firm contact with the soles of her feet, and touched her calves. We had been walking all day, doing touristy things, and I was sure her legs were tired and achy. Each calf felt like one big knot, so I began kneading and massaging them.

She sighed deeply and shifted her head on the bed so that she could glance over her shoulder at me. I could see the light glinting off of her half-lidded eyes and she smiled at me in contentment, then winced as my fingers dug in a bit.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” she said, faintly. “Please don’t stop.” So, I didn’t.

I carefully worked my way from the top of her calves to the bottom, kneading the muscles, trying my best to remember what I’d learned about working with the muscle fibers and not against them. I dug into knots, smoothing them out, and then worked carefully around each ankle. I lifted each foot in turn to knead the soles and delicately work on each toe.

Jackie continued to sigh as I worked, murmuring words of encouragement, visibly relaxing into the mattress. I worked on her feet for a long time, and when I finished each foot I leaned over to plant a kiss in the middle of the sole.

Delaney walked out of the bathroom just as I was finishing up. Her short, reddish-brown hair was still wet, and she had combed it back and parted it on the left side. “Wow,” she said, giggling, as I kissed Jackie’s left foot, “kinky!”

I chuckled at Delaney’s remark, and Jackie, still snuggled on the bed, smiled. It was far from the kinkiest thing the three of us had done together, but I took it as a challenge. We had just enough time for a little fun before we had to dress and go to dinner.

“Spread your legs,” I said, softly.

Delaney was standing over by the window, leaning over her duffel. “What?” she said, surprised, pausing and looking over at me. I grinned at her, but turned my attention back to Jackie. I leaned over a bit and tapped her thighs.

“Spread your legs,” I repeated. Jackie opened her eyes slightly to look at me again, but dutifully dropped her feet from where they were braced against my thighs and moved her legs apart. I stepped between them, leaned over, and began massaging her ass. She smiled and closed her eyes again.

I really love my wife’s ass. To me, it’s perfect. Smooth and round, it’s neither too big nor too flat. My hands fit perfectly around each globe, and I kneaded them deeply. As I worked, I made sure to spread her cheeks from time to time, giving me a view of her anus. She playfully winked at me, but otherwise lay passive and relaxed as I worked my way from her ass up to her lower back, and then up to her shoulders and down her arms.

As I worked on her upper body, I had to lean over her farther. I couldn’t take all the time I wanted because of our dinner reservations, but I was thorough enough. When I got to her shoulders, I climbed up onto the bed, using my knees to spread her legs even farther apart. Leaning over to do her neck and jaw I carefully placed my cock on the crack of her ass. As I worked on her, my cock moved up and down, gradually getting hard, and she responded by playfully pushing her ass back into me.

Delaney was in her panties, bra, and blouse by the time I finished with Jackie’s upper body. She had been the one to teach us each how give a proper massage, so she was keeping an eye on us as she dressed. When I moved back off the bed to return to kneading Jackie’s ass, Delaney noticed my hardon and paused, her skirt in her hands. I had her full attention now.

This time as I cupped and rubbed my wife’s ass she pushed back against my hands, asking for more without saying a thing. I slowly kneaded down to her hamstrings, my thumbs working her inner thighs. As if on accident I brushed her pussy lips with my knuckles once, and then again. Each time I worked down her hamstrings and then back to the top, I made sure to brush her lips with the lower knuckles of my thumbs. In no time at all I felt her getting damp.

I continued my massage, keeping up my façade of professional detachment, but making certain to tease her as much as possible each time my thumbs were within range. Soon her juices were flowing more freely. My knuckles began to make subtle, wet sounds as they worked back and forth across her lips.

As I massaged, Jackie had begun breathing slowly and deeply, taking in all the sensations and letting them fill her up. Now those breaths started sounding more and more like sighs, and that drew Delaney over to the bed. The next time I worked my way to the top of Jackie’s thighs I stayed there, insinuating the tips of my thumbs into her sex, one penetrating her while the other moved down, nudging her clit, rubbing all around it, teasing her.