When Sophia walked into the bedroom, she saw her husband, Henry, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was sitting up straight, and his hands on his knees.

"We need to talk, Sophia," he said after noticing her standing a few steps away from him.

"I know," she responded tiredly, rubbing her forehead.

She closed the door and locked it. Their daughter was in her bed next to their bedroom, and Sophia didn’t want her to barge in on their conversation.

"What’s wrong, Sophia?" Henry said.

"You tell me what’s wrong!" she almost yelled. "Is there somebody else in your life?"

"Are you kidding me?" he said, disgusted.

Despite sounding surprised, Henry's eyes momentarily cut away. The guilt portion of his reaction was enough to confirm her suspicions of a girlfriend, but it was also slight enough to indicate that it hadn't yet reached a dangerous level of intimacy.

Henry and Sophia had been married for many years; however, she had begun to feel lonely these days. Half the time, she slept alone at night. Whenever she asked her husband, he stated that he had a lot of work at his workplace. She suspected it had to do with pornography and prayed it didn’t involve another woman. She noticed that her husband had been acting distant and preoccupied for a few months, and he spent less time with her. She had also noticed that Henry spent more time on the internet.

"I’m feeling more than a little neglected lately," she said, trying hard to smile.

"I understand, dear," he smiled sheepishly as he looked at her. "I’ve been staying too busy with my work, and... I think I’ve been spending a little too much time on the internet as well."

Sophia became a little happier after hearing that her husband was aware of him spending too much time on the internet. Since Henry began staying busy with work and all the other things, her own activities on the internet had also broadened significantly, and her husband was unaware of it.

"Is our daughter okay?" he inquired.

"Yeah, she’s fine," she nodded. "But you should spend more time with her."

"I’ll keep that in mind, honey," he agreed and walked over to her.

As he leaned forward to kiss his wife, she stopped him.

"Don’t start, please!" Sophia said, crossing her hands over her chest.

"You’re tense. A massage would do wonders for you, sweetie," he grinned.

Henry tried to capture his wife’s shoulders with his hands, but she shrugged past him and headed for the bathroom.

"I know what you mean, but I’m not in the mood to have sex," Sophia said, calmly.

"Hey, I’m talking about a massage, not sex," her husband laughed.

She turned her face and looked at her husband for a second. Then she opened the bathroom door and turned the lights on. As she was about to close the door, he stood in the doorway and refused to move.

"Henry!" Sophia complained.

"Why are you going to the bathroom again?" he grinned. "I’ve seen you going there before."

"I need to pee again," she lied, and her face turned a little red.

"Nope, you’re lying," he giggled, still standing in the doorway.

"I’m not lying!" Sophia said sternly, pushing him back into the bedroom. "Not tonight!"

Before he could recover, she shut and locked the bathroom door. She couldn’t help but grin, thinking of how Henry would behave like a child sometimes. Sophia had to admit that she certainly needed a massage, but she could definitely see a massage leading to something else. It had been a while; it had been even longer since they’d really gone at it hot and heavy. Sophia unbuttoned her shorts and slid them, along with her panties, down her ankles. She lowered herself and sat down on the white, cold porcelain.

Should I get a massage? What if he just wants to have sex, and the massage is just an excuse? She thought to herself.

Sophia became aroused, thinking about how many times her husband had fucked her while giving her a massage.

God, I’m feeling hot inside! She said to herself.

She wiped her pussy, flushed the toilet, and pulled up her panties and shorts again. She felt her vagina tingling.

This is bad—really, really bad! She thought again.

"Are you done yet?" Henry asked from outside the bathroom.

"Go away, Henry!" she yelled. "I’m not done yet."

She took another few minutes and finally opened the door. When she came out of the restroom, her husband asked about the massage again.

"Okay," she admitted with a sigh. "I’d like a massage."

"That’s great," he beamed.

"Nothing more than a massage," she warned, crossing her hands over her chest again. "I don’t want to get fucked tonight."

"Whatever you want, my love."

Henry walked over to his wife and gently kissed her lips. Sophia didn’t say anything, even though she knew he was lying. Henry would always say that, and they would eventually end up having sex.

"Do you want a clothed massage today?" he asked.

"Yep," she nodded. "I’ve already told you that I don’t want to have sex today."

Sophia could sense the sudden disappointment on her husband’s face, but she couldn’t help herself. Henry told her to lie on the bed. Climbing onto the bed, she lay down with her head at the far edge of the bed, her hands crossed beneath her cheek, and her toes hanging off the other end of the bed. She was surprised and a little disappointed that he didn't say anything after she had refused to get a nude massage. She thought Henry might just want to please her tonight with a good massage and nothing else.

If so, I could live with that. She thought.

Henry began to massage her neck, making her squirm like a tickled teenager. He then worked his way around her shoulders and down her arms.

"You really needed a massage," he said. "Your muscles are so tight that you feel like a coiled spring ready to explode."

Sophia was enjoying the massage so much that she didn’t bother to respond.

"I love you," she murmured, with her eyes closed.

"I love you too, Sophia," he said softly. "Nobody could ever love you like me, and I mean it."

"I know," she smiled. "I love it when you say my name."

"You're tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and I know it," Henry said as he leaned down, pushed her hair aside, and kissed the back of her neck.

"Henry!" she protested, shivering and squirming away from her husband. "Stop that!"

She could feel her nipples hardening, and her pussy-juice had already wet her lace panties. Her bottom involuntarily clenched in anticipation of what she expected might come later. She was losing the battle, and she didn't expect that. For the time being, Henry did not go any further. Returning to her neck, he slowly worked his way down to her shoulder blades and from there to the sides of her ribcage.

"Now, you’re beginning to loosen up," he said, digging into her shoulders again.

"Mmmm...." she moaned reluctantly. "I feel like melting wax."

"I can see that," he whispered into her ear.

"What?" she asked, lifting her head up from the bed.

"Nothing, my love," he replied, getting off the bed.

"Hey!" she protested.

Henry walked over to his dresser. He opened one of the drawers and came back, holding a rectangular plastic box in his hands. As he opened the box, Sophia saw there were candles and a pocket lighter inside the box. It didn't take long for her to realize what her husband was about to do.

"I know what’s on your mind," she said, accusingly.

He grinned at his wife but remained silent. Henry went around their bedroom and lit half a dozen candles. Then he turned the lights off.

"Henry!" she yelled again.

"Oh, relax! I’m not going to attack you," he giggled. "I love you, and I won’t do anything to hurt you."

"I know what you’re going to do!" she protested, sitting up on the bed.

He leaned down next to her and kissed her on the cheek, moving her hair away from her face.

"You’re not getting any…"

"I’m not expecting anything," he said, placing his index finger over her lips before she could finish her sentence. "Now, lie down on the bed again."

For the next five minutes, Henry concentrated on his wife's lower back and the bottom of her ribcage. Then he moved backwards on the bed, shifting his focus to her thighs and calves. Again, he tried hard to avoid her private parts.

He's crazy! Did he really intend not to fuck me tonight? Sophia's subconscious mind began teasing her with frustration.

Suddenly, he put his hands on her backside.

"Henry," she said. "What are you doing?"

"I’m doing nothing," he grinned, placing his hands on her thighs. "My hands are not listening to me."

"Asshole!" she muttered, even though she had begun to enjoy it.

Sophia lay still and waited until Henry removed his hands from her thighs and placed them on her ass. She wanted to protest, but she could not. She had already started to love her husband's gentle teasing. Sophia clenched, and he began to knead with his big, strong hands. She gently lifted her ass up in the air, exactly as a cat would do when rubbed. Henry sensed his wife was becoming aroused and was toying with him. He decided to play along. He released her butt and gently slid his hands up to the waistband of her shorts, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping them. He then clasped her shorts and panties on either side and dragged them down to her knees. Sophia shifted one leg at a time, and he removed them completely, letting them drop onto the floor. Then he slipped her t-shirt over her head, and it quickly joined her shorts and panties right on the floor.

"I like you naked," Henry smiled, stroking down her back to her butt.

Sophia felt a shiver down her spine as she felt his hands go between her ass cheeks.

"Do you want me to fuck you, honey?" he whispered.

"Oh, God!" she moaned helplessly, shuddering violently again. "Yes!"

He gently slid his hands down the crack of his wife’s ass to her labia. Sophia couldn’t help but spread her legs outward to give him more access to her wet slit.

"Fuck me, love!" she begged.

"Patience, my dear wife," he chuckled.

Henry touched the soft folds of her pussy lips and ran his middle finger along the slit right before pushing his finger inside her.

"Mmmm…" she moaned, clutching the bedsheet. "Put it, put it now!"

"Patience is a virtue," he advised, kissing her left ass cheek.

Sophia realized Henry was teasing her, and she had no choice but to pay for her previous folly. Henry's finger, which was already inside her pussy, was soon joined by his other finger. Sophia had no idea that his left hand's middle finger was sneakily creeping down the crack of her ass towards her unprotected, exposed butthole.

"Oh, God!" she moaned again, tightening her butt.

He felt the tightness around her finger. Without taking it out of her anus, he continued rubbing it from inside.

"Put it now!" she yelled at her husband.

He took his skillful hands from her butt and pussy and positioned them on either side of her waist without saying anything. Then he lifted her butt more in the air and positioned himself right behind her. Henry took his pants off and gently pushed his huge, massive cock into his wife’s wet cunt. She gasped as all eight inches of him entered and stretched her canal to its limit.

"Aaahhh…" she moaned. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me!"

She could feel every inch as he took her. Her pussy was gripping his cock like a vice. Henry gradually picked up the pace of his pushing, and each time he thrust in, she could hear her pussy squelching and slicking with her wetness. She could feel his huge cock boring through her. It didn't take long before Sophia felt a different feeling of ecstasy building. She couldn't help but start to pant. Every stroke of him helped build her urgent need to cum. Her dripping cunt ached with a desire that she had never experienced before. She wanted it so badly! She could feel it brewing deep inside her.

"Mmmm…Yeeesss!" she groaned. "More, Henry, more!"

"Turn over, sweetheart," he said. "I want to see your face."

"I love it when you say that to me, dear," Sophia said as she turned over to face her husband.

Henry gripped both of her legs, pulled her closer to him, and pushed his rock-hard manhood right into her craving hole. He leaned over his wife and put his mouth on one of her breasts. He sucked her left tit, then the other, occasionally biting the nipple of each tit. Every part of her body was crying out to cum. She begged him to go harder. Soon she felt him sliding deep into her with every thrust until a giant wave washed over her, and she came and came and came!

As her orgasm faded, Henry entered her again. He leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on her soft lips. He felt her vaginal muscles gripping him tightly as he continued pounding her harder than before. Sophia felt that unmistakable sensation again; she was cumming!

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she begged. "Fuck me harder!"

Henry was also close to cumming. His cock became harder. He tightened his grip on her, and his throbbing dick became more intense.

"Aahh… I'm cumming!" he groaned.

With every thrust, Sophia felt jet after jet of the hot, gooey cum of her husband filling her up. She felt sensations everywhere. Her pussy throbbed and burned, her breasts tingled, her ass quivered, and her entire body was on fire. As she also started to cum, she pulled him towards her, closing her legs, and locking his ejaculating cock in place. They both moaned as they climaxed and held each other tightly.

"That was intense," Henry said with an exhausted and satisfied tone, rolling himself on her side.

"Did you enjoy it too, honey?" he asked as he put his arms around her neck, gently kissing her tits and lightly flicking her nipples with his tongue.

She nodded. The glow on her face and her heavy breathing were enough to indicate that she was happy—happy after such a long time.

"Would you join me in the shower?" Henry asked her.

Sophia checked the time. It was past midnight. Since she didn't want to sleep with her pussy, ass, and legs drenched in their juices, she agreed to join him in the shower.

"I should give you a massage like this every day," he whispered, as he didn’t want their sleeping daughter to wake up.

Sophia chuckled and poked her husband playfully with her elbow.