by Amaya Marie
The kids were away visiting family for a few days, so my husband Patrick and I were left home alone. It was Father's Day. On this special day, I had something prepared for Patrick, and I had to say that the kids were not invited for that part of the celebration. Patrick was a quiet, homebody, he didn't date many people before me, and our marriage was always predictable. I had already thought of doing something for him, as he deserved it. Even though we were well past forty years old, both he and I were still attractive, so the surprise came with the perfect outfit for the occasion.
That Sunday, our children arrived, and the day unfolded exactly as I had planned. My sons were 18 and 19 years old. Cheerful kids who also brought a sense of humor to the table in a simple and spontaneous way. Patrick and I were having a great time. The boys would be staying at home, and I had already prepared the guest room on the other side of the house for them. Their rooms were now recreation spaces, so they had no problems. They laughed at how quickly we had gotten rid of the original décor to turn the rooms into recreation centers to our liking. The conversation had drifted to that topic, and we laughed nonstop at their witticisms.
"She almost didn't redesign with me in it, for goodness sake..." My oldest commented and we all laughed.
The evening was coming to an end, but for Patrick and me it was just the beginning. A memorable Father's Day, with our children at home, they loved their father, as much as I did. The boys said their goodbyes as Patrick and I headed upstairs to our room. I had prepared the room beforehand. Soft music that set the right mood came clearly to us as we opened the door. Patrick with a big smile on his lips, turned his head to show me his expression of absolute amazement. I hugged him wishing him a great day for the umpteenth time as I left him there to change.
"Take off your shirt. Relax on the massage table." I said as I walked out.
Indeed, my surprise consisted of a relaxing massage, with music, candles, and an oil I had purchased for such an activity. I reappeared in a very revealing masseuse's outfit, my ass was round, my breasts seemed to spill out of the plunging neckline. Patrick sitting on the massage table, looked at me, and almost jumped on me. I with a mischievous grin on my face, shook my head negatively, pushing him off with one hand. He pouted in a joking manner, and did not insist. I asked him to please lie face down on the massage table, and he did so without complaint.
He no longer had a shirt on, no pants either, completely naked he gave up control to me. The aroma of the oil inflamed both of our senses. As I applied it, my fingers slid easily down his back, down to his buttocks, while Patrick made noises of relaxation that gradually turned into sighs of pleasure. My fingers were softly running over his skin, I felt how he enjoyed it, and the whole situation contributed to my tiny thongs getting wet without being able to avoid it.
Patrick clung to the massage table, and then turned around, his erection was more than evident, as he was naked, and I massaged his chest, down his well marked abdomen, until I reached his cock, on which a tent could be erected. My hands squirted more erotic oil there, and I took hold of his stiff cock as could be expected. Patrick had his eyes closed. He opened them to direct his hands then to my breasts that were about to pop out of the costume.
I wiggled his cock without much pressure, this was increasing as things got hotter and hotter. Patrick managed to pull one of my breasts out, and with his fingertips, he rubbed my nipple, the oil had gotten there, as he had wanted it to. The oil was warm to the touch, and that scent.... It was one of the most sensual things I had ever had the joy of experiencing.
Unable to hold on any longer, I stopped masturbating my husband to pounce on him, climbing on the massage table to kiss him wildly, unrestrainedly, with my legs on either side of his body. His oily skin made me slip once the masseuse's costume hit the floor. My pussy was so wet that his fingers were covered with my juices right away. As I was kissing him, he was sticking his fingers deep into my pussy,
I moved my hips enjoying his fingers, enjoying myself, while his mouth was devouring me, and my desire was increasing exponentially. Without further ado, I regretfully pulled away from his mouth to take his cock in me. I did it in one motion and my hips rocked on top of him with desperation that I moderated to make it a unique experience for my husband. A great father, and I had to say, he was also a great lover. Patrick grabbed my breasts, and I leaned into him so he could suck on them, and bite my nipples to his liking. His hands on my buttocks, slapping me, which I didn't think to stop, as the boys couldn't hear us.
My movements became wilder, my hips were a sight to behold, I stood up to turn around so my back was to him, that way, he could see my buttocks moving, bouncing on top of his cock. I moved in circles, and listened to my husband's accelerated breathing, he whispered that he loved my ass, as he began to move with me, and I stopped so that this time, he was the one who rammed me moving from bottom to top with unusual power. I moaned, and made a big fuss at the joy my husband was giving me, he took me to the peak of voluptuousness, and my hands on his knees pressed until my nails dug in.
Patrick wanted to get up although I struggled to do so, for my legs were like jelly. I managed it and he threw me down on the massage table, there I rested my hands as I received my husband's onslaught. My buttocks bounced on his abdomen and that noise excited me even more.
Patrick increased the speed with which he was fucking me and I could no longer contain the inevitable, I came, dropping my head on the massage table. Patrick pulled out of me, after a while, spurting all his cum on my buttocks. I turned to kiss him, and hug him tightly to show him that I had loved it, as I hoped he would have loved it. My husband would not have thought of what awaited him in our room, and my plan had worked out just as I had thought it would. It had gone off without a hitch, and it had been an encounter that I had already planned to make even better, no doubt.
Our bed was waiting. What a Father's Day we had had, according to my husband, the best present I had ever given him...
