I was in my recliner, footrest up but not reclined, watching some movie on cable about a guy with a crossbow killing vampires. The female vamps were quite nice so long as I didn’t look at their faces.

My wife walked in, grabbed a couple of throw pillows from the couch and came to stand in front of me, not quite blocking the view of the TV. That was what she did when she wanted a backrub. I lowered the footrest, she dropped the pillows at my feet, knelt on them and laid her body into my lap. The chair plus my legs made just the right height to be very comfortable for her. She’d even fallen asleep in that position a few times.

I started massaging her back, running my thumbs up and down either side of her spine with an outward-swinging motion she really liked. After several minutes of that, she did something totally out of character for her.

She lifted her head, reached up and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled them down as much as she could with me sitting, fished my dick out and started sucking it to hardness.

I had often wished in vain she would do that as a reward for the many backrubs I’d given her over the years. “Wow! This is cool,” I thought. “Wonder what brought this on?” But not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I started watching the movie. I tried fantasizing that one of the female vamps was sucking on me, but the fangs kept getting in the way, so I abandoned fantasy and allowed reality to rule.