They sit in the car in silence in the car park of the medical centre, the little paper bag between them. The sky is blue and Rosa is watching a mother with her young daughter. The mother is holding her child's hand and talking to her, explaining how to cross the road safely. The little girl is wide-eyed, watching out for cars, as they begin to cross.
"Fuck it," Rosa says, "Got any water?"
Aidan hands her a water bottle and Rosa rummages in the little bag, extracting a small white box. She opens it and pops a couple of pills out of the foil. They sit for a moment in her hand.
"Fuck it," she says again, knocking the pills into her mouth and taking a swig of water.
Aidan takes the water back and slips it into the bottle holder in the car door. He starts the engine and they pull out into traffic. The medical centre recedes in the rear-view mirror.
He doesn't quite know what to feel, watching his wife as she glances out of her window. She's quiet, surveying the shops as they pass, the people walking, but Aidan knows she's brooding. It had been a big call to go back to the doctor and get a referral, but her time of the month had just rolled around exactly on schedule and they knew it hadn't worked. Her quiet disappointment is still vivid in his memory, the way she just took herself off to the couch. It broke his heart.
He knows that his wife is used to winning. She is accustomed to putting in the effort and then being rewarded with a place on the podium. He knows he's the same, which is how they met, talking over drinks in the bar by the beach, still sweaty in their running gear after completing the Ironman competition. Aidan had finished third-fastest man, but Rosa had won the women's event. He can still recall her smugly superior attitude at netting herself the gold when he only got bronze. It had endeared her to him immediately. That, and her sexy little smile, that look that told him that she was into him as well. Sitting in the car park, it feels like a lifetime ago.
Aidan doesn't drive them straight home. Instead, he takes them to the park, pulling up next to the adventure playground, noticing too late.
"Sorry," he says.
Rosa looks over at the kids swinging on the monkey bars.
"I swear the world is suddenly full of the little fuckers," she growls. "There never used to be this many kids everywhere."
Aidan gets out of the car, opens her door, keen to direct her away. There's a small grassy area next to the little lake. He fishes a picnic rug out of the back of the car and a small bag. Rosa follows dutifully.
in the shade of a tree, he spreads the rug out and sits down. Aidan pats the place next to him.
"What, like I'm a dog?"
Aidan grimaces.
"No. Nothing like that. Like you're my wife and I want to spend some time with you."
Rosa relents and plops down next to Aidan, allowing him to wrap his arms around her.
"I brought something to eat."
"I'm fine thanks, I'm not really in a mood for eating."
Aidan draws her down to lie next to him, turning so they're face to face.
"I think it's good," Aidan begins, "The doc said that there's plenty more options. If the pills don't work there's a lot further we can still go."
Rosa grimaces but doesn't answer.
"It's going to be okay."
Rosa sighs and closes her eyes, saying, "You don't know that. Can we just stop with this positivity bullshit?"
Aidan exhales, a long, low breath. He knows his job: he takes the shit on the chin. He takes the shit for both of them and doesn't bitch about it. Given what Rosa's going through, it's the least he can do.
"Okay. What do you want to do?"
Rosa rolls over onto her back; for a long moment she just stares up at the sky.
"Next bet," she says, "You got one?"
Aidan's hand rests on her stomach, thumb gently teasing her skin under the fabric of her top.
"I planned something, yes."
"Like you knew it wasn't going to work this cycle? Like a bit of oral and a good fucking wouldn't be enough?"
Aidan's face darkens, and he retorts, "No, as in I knew how sad you would be if it failed so I called Davey this morning before we came to the clinic and pitched a deal. Well, more like pulled a favour."
"And what is it?"
"Sanctuary Point, the V.I.P. suite with an overnight stay."
"And what's that going to cost us?"
"We'll do a post, put it on our socials."
"And how the fuck is that helping us?"
Aidan can see that Rosa is building up to a confrontation.
"It's helping us by you getting to spend the weekend in a luxury spa at the right time of the month. The bet, since you asked, is the private suite. Winner gets treated by loser."
Aidan has clearly put the effort in, and Rosa softens. She exhales.
"Sounds nice," she says, "Sorry. I'm just...."
"I know."
"I don't mean to be a bitch."
"I get that, really. It's okay."
"Though I warn you, it's going to get worse, once those hormone pills kick in."
Aidan's eyes widen in mock surprise. "I thought they already had."
Rosa looks at him for a moment. "Bastard," she says, but her eyes are smiling.
idan begins to feel her mood lift.
"What we gonna bet on?" she asks.
"Dunno, what's on at the moment?"
Rosa sits up. "Let's go find out."
"We done here then?"
Rosa gives Aidan a sympathetic look and says, "Yeah. Sorry. I appreciate the effort, but y'know I never was one for taking it lying down."
---
Basketball is not her game. This game, in particular, is not going her way.
"It's not fair," she groans as the ball is turned over again. "You knew how shit my team were, didn't you."
"Hey, I let you pick first, you could have had the other guys. But yes, they are."
"Is there really any point watching anymore?"
"It's a fifteen-point spread with six on the clock. There's every chance that I could end up giving you the treatment. They could really pull a miracle out of the bag."
Rosa huffs. The bar is almost deserted, and their glasses are empty. Then she rounds on her husband.
"Hold on. Treatment? We never clarified."
"Oh baby, too late now."
"No way. Stop the clock, I want a timeout."
"You should have asked that question before the bet started."
"I didn't...."
"You didn't think you were gonna lose, did you?"
"Just tell me."
Aidan leans close so he can whisper in her ear, and tells her, "Waxed and then FBM."
"What the fuck is FBM?"
He can hear the uncertainty in her voice. "It's... you don't mean like S&M?"
"Why? I thought you wanted to try different stuff."
Rosa pulls away, searching his face. He can see the doubt in her eyes.
"You want to tie me up?"
Aidan doesn't respond, poker-faced.
"I've never done that."
"Always a first time."
"Wait. Hold on. I didn't agree to that. We need to change the rules."
"Can't change 'em mid-bet, babe," Aidan responds, beginning to relish the way that Rosa is squirming.
"So, what happens if there's something in the bet that the other person doesn't want to do?"
"Then we make sure we agree it before we start the bet."
"But what if it only emerges during the bet? What if I agree to do something and I find out I don't like it after all?"
Aidan leans back on his stool, still refusing to reveal anything.
"Come on, I'm serious."
Aidan holds up a hand, and says, "Okay, so how about this. The only way out of the bet is if the loser says a specific thing."
"Like what?"
"Like this," Aidan replies, "I lose, you win."
"I lose, you win."
"Was that you conceding the bet right now, or did you want to know what FBM is first?"
"Just fucking tell me."
Aidan grins and replies, "Full body massage."
"Oh, you prick."
"Suddenly not as bad, is it?" Aidan laughs.
Rosa looks up at the screen and grimaces. "You win."
Aidan holds up a hand for a high-five.
"Dream on," Rosa hisses. She gets up off her barstool, ready to go, but then pauses. "Wait. Waxed and massaged? Who gets what?"
Aidan slides off his stool and takes his wife's hand, leading her out into the daylight.
"I'm going to wax you, and then when you're good and smooth I'm going to oil you up and you're gonna use that hot body of yours to massage away all my tensions."
Rosa stops in the doorway and turns to her husband.
"One condition."
"No conditions."
"No, listen. I'm being serious. One condition. I'll do all of that, providing we do one thing first."
"Shoot."
"No sex for three days before."
"What?"
Rosa brings her body close to her husband, tilting her head up to look him in the eyes.
"If I'm going to be your fantasy, I want these bad boys full to bursting."
Aidan feels his wife's hand slip between his legs to cup his balls.
"You make a good point. Two days."
Rosa plants a delicate kiss on his lips. He feels her soft tongue slip into his mouth as she continues to caress his crotch. Aidan feels himself responding to her expert touch.
"Three," she murmurs.
"Fine. Deal."
"Winner. You won't regret it."
---
The conversation is light and good-natured as they drive. Rosa is in the passenger seat with the window down, her arm sticking out and her hand twisting in the wind. Aidan glances across to her from the driver's seat, appreciating the view of his wife in a light summer dress showing off her shapely, bare legs. She's happy as she looks out at the lake passing by.
"How you doing?" he asks, over the rush of the wind.
Rosa turns and smiles at him. It's not the ironic half-smile, or the teasing grin, it's the same look that she had before they started trying, when the entire world seemed to lie at their feet. Two people in love, the future bright ahead of them.
He knows he's staring at her, but Aidan is transfixed by the moment. Her long, dark hair is flaring in the wind, threading across her face, tangling under her delicate chin. Rosa is so beautiful it makes his heart ache to know she's his. Her dark, sultry eyes lock onto his and he feels a powerful surge of emotion.
Aidan struggles to clear his throat. "I love you", he says.
She smiles again, broader now, and it's like the sun coming out. "I love you too," she replies.
Aidan reaches out and Rosa grips his hand tightly. It lifts his spirits, and the dark moments seem suddenly to be less important. Here, now, with his beautiful wife in the passenger seat, they're racing along the highway towards the future. He doesn't want to say it out loud, but he has a good feeling about the weekend.
They turn off the main road at the three sandstone pillars bearing the Sanctuary Point name in shining stainless steel letters, winding up a private drive to the crest of the ridge. At the top, the driveway circles around to deliver them into a little parking area next to an extensive single storey building built in the same warm, yellow sandstone. Aidan parks and jumps out to retrieve their bags from the back.
"You got it?" Rosa asks.
"Yep. Don't lift a finger."
Aidan can see Rosa is amused, as he struggles to sling the carryall over his shoulder and manhandle the suitcase over the crushed gravel.
"Or maybe take the small one," Aidan concedes. "You packed for a week."
"Options, babe. Options. Davey needs to get his money's worth."
"Maybe you could have left the plate armour at home."
"Toughen up. It's not like my bikini collection takes up much space."
Aidan pushes open the solid wooden door into the reception area. They step inside and the door swings closed behind them, sealing them from the outside world; the sudden silence is profound. Aidan looks up at the ring of skylights, seeing blue sky. Late afternoon sun divides the circular reception area into areas of bright light and stark shadow.
"Nice," Rosa murmurs. It seems inappropriate to speak any louder than a whisper in this place.
Aidan begins to wheel the luggage towards the woman behind a solid wooden reception desk.
"Let's check in and get you prepared," he says, his voice low and muted.
---
Rosa leans back, hair flicked over a shoulder, fanned by the light breeze. In the distance behind her, the wide expanse of the lake sparkles in the late afternoon sun. She brings her knees up slightly so that the straps of her tiny white bikini bottoms draw Aidan's eye up over her thigh and in towards the triangle of white fabric nestling between her legs.
Just like that," he calls, and takes the picture.
Rosa smiles at him and he takes another shot. There's something about the look in her eye. Even if Davey never uses that shot, Aidan thinks he'll keep it himself: his wife's perfect body reclining on the spa deck in the afternoon sun.
"Head further back," he calls.
"Girls out?"
"Sure."
Rosa arches her back, forcing her bikini top to jut out, showing off the curve of her small, pert breasts. Her skin is perfect. Aidan takes more shots, moving around her to get different angles. She laughs, showing off white teeth. Aidan captures the moment.
"Where do you want me next?" she calls out, "By the railing?"
No," Aidan replies, "On the bed. Naked. Davey's got what he asked for."
osa laughs again, rolling her hips to get up to a kneeling position. Aidan can't help himself. He takes another photo.
"I thought the shoot was over."
"That one wasn't for Davey, it's for me," Aidan grins, "For the long winter evenings."
Rosa gets up and Aidan walks over to her, wrapping her in a hug.
"Was I hot?"
"You were scorching. I can't believe I got to marry you."
"You'll say anything to get me into bed."
Aidan's hands descend to his wife's bottom and he begins to knead the firm flesh. She presses herself close to him and looks down.
"Oh, hello."
e can feel her groin against his stiffening manhood, conscious of being fully dressed while his wife is wearing a tiny white bikini doing its best to cover her crotch. In the bikini, she's already practically naked in his arms. He bends down to her mouth and slips his tongue between her lips. She sucks hungrily.
"Fuck now, or fuck after the FBM?" Rosa asks between kisses. "Or both?"
"I... uh, I dunno."
Her hand is on his crotch now. He can feel her fingertips stroking his balls.
"Getting difficult to think, with all that semen washing around in the lower brain?"
"That's your fault."
Rosa kisses him again and grins slyly, fondling him through his shorts.
"It worked though, didn't it? Three days and I can feel you're full to bursting."
"Careful."
"Why? You gonna fuck me out here in public? That'd be a good shot for old Davey boy. Me spread wide, naked on his deck, just begging to be fucked," Rosa grins, slyly, "Would that make a good picture? I bet we'd get a ton of likes."
"Rosa, don't," Aidan gasps, "I'm trying to keep it together here."
"Oh, sweetheart. Let me know if this is torturing you."
Her fingers press against his rigid shaft, sending a sudden bolt of pleasure through his body. Roughly, Aidan pulls away.
"Hey, stop," Aidan grunts, "I've got a bet to collect."
"Sure. Let's get to it then," Rosa replies and brushes past him, back into the suite.
Aidan takes a moment to refocus and follows behind, cock raging in the tight confines of his shorts. He finds the sleeping area deserted, the huge white bed still clean and crisp. He hears a sound through another doorway and follows it.
In the next room, Rosa is waiting for him, leaning against a leather massage table that she's spread with fluffy white towels. The contrast between the white towels in the background and the abundance of her golden skin on display for him makes Aidan want to frame this moment forever: the tiny white bikini, the knowing, sultry half-smile on her lips.
"Shall we get down to business?" Rosa murmurs.
Aidan realises that he's stumbled to a halt in the doorway, and his wife's question spurs him to action. He crosses the floor to lay his hands on her body, lifting her onto the table and laying her out. Rosa begins to undo her bikini.
"I reckon this has served its purpose," she says, stripping herself quickly. "The wax should be warm enough now. I put it on before we started the shoot."
Aidan looks around the room until he finds what she's talking about. There's a bowl on the side with a spatula and a collection of white strips on a tray. He brings the tray over to her and looks down at her perfect, naked body and the neat strip of pubic hair between her legs.
"Do you know how to do it?" Rosa asks.
"I think so."
"That's reassuring," Rosa laughs. "How about just small areas at a time. If you mess up, I'll let you know."
Aidan is hesitant. The idea of making Rosa smooth and hairless was something he'd just thrown into the bet, but now, faced with the prospect of having his wife fully waxed, something within him awakens. Within the confines of his underwear, his rigid cock is straining to be free.
"You sure you want to go hair free?"
Rosa cocks her head and frowns.
"You want me like this, don't you?"
Aidan's mouth has gone dry. He nods in reply.
"Then I'll do it," she says, "For you. Just be careful, don't hurt me."
"I'll try."
Rosa lays down on the soft, white towels, folding her arms behind her head in a way that seems to put her entire naked body on display for him.
"Is it going to get you off, seeing my pussy all waxed and clean?"
Aidan swallows, finding his voice. "Yes," he rasps.
"Then this is all worth it."
Aidan shudders inwardly, forced by his wife to admit how much the thought of her hairless was turning him on. He can already picture her smooth, waxed skin waiting for him to lower his lips to kiss it. Aidan takes the spatula and daubs some of the purple wax onto the edge of her area, rubbing quickly over the top with a strip as the wax sets. He presses with his thumb, feeling Rosa react to his touch.
"How's that feel?"
"Nice. Now, just pull."
"This might hurt."
"Just pull."
Aidan hesitates and then tugs the edge of the strip, ripping it away from Rosa's crotch, leaving behind a patch of smooth, pink skin.
"Not so bad for your virgin attempt," Rosa giggles. "How do I look?"
Aidan runs his fingers over the area.
"Ooh, that feels nice," Rosa sighs.
"Good. Okay, let's do the rest."
Aidan works carefully in small sections, revealing more and more pink flesh, running his fingers over the revealed skin. Rosa sighs.
"How does it feel?"
Rosa shrugs. "Strange. So sensitive on the skin, like I've never been touched there before."
Aidan's fingers drift to her labia, feeling the warmth there.
"You seem to be enjoying it. Now, I need to get into the... uh."
In response, Rosa spreads herself wide, wrapping her feet under the sides of the table, splaying herself to give him full access to her most intimate area. The look on her face is half amusement, half challenge. Aidan begins to smear the gooey purple wax around her pussy lips, mopping up the last patches. When he pulls, Rosa lets out a tiny shriek each time. Aidan can see moisture glistening between her labia. He puts one last blob on the area above her clit hood, rubbing the strip down firmly, feeling the hard nub of her engorged clit beneath the paper. He continues to rub, watching Rosa's face begin to colour with passion. Her eyes close as he continues his ministrations. She sighs.
Aidan tugs the strip, hard, forcing Rosa to gasp in surprise.
"Oww," she shrieks, "Bastard."
In response, Aidan runs a hand over her smooth, polished mons. He bends down and begins to kiss the pink, hairless skin.
"All done. How do you feel now?"
Rosa sits up and inspects herself.
"I feel so... naked."
"You look amazing."
Rosa makes eye contact, grinning wolfishly, and asks, "Out of ten?"
"Twelve. Possibly thirteen."
"You like me like this, then?"
Aidan's eyes are fixed on her waxed crotch.
"Want me to stay like this?" she continues.
"Would you?"
"Depends. If it keeps you this hard."
Rosa reaches across to pat the firm bulge in his shorts. "But first, I need a comfort break."
She slips herself into a fluffy robe and heads towards the bathroom.
---
Rosa flushes the toilet and looks at her reflection in the mirror, tousling her dark hair so that it cascades over her shoulders. She reaches for the handwash and squeezes out a small dollop, working it into a lather. She opens the robe and parts her legs, rubbing her hand over her crotch to make sure she's clean for him. Rosa has a plan for how it's going to play out, and she intends for her husband to be spending time down there.
Her fingers explore what he's done to her, the soft, sensitive skin now fully exposed by the lack of hair. Rosa never expected to feel like this. She rakes a nail delicately over her polished mons which sends shivers rippling through her crotch. She begins to imagine how it's going to feel when his lips touch her smooth, bare skin. She rinses and reties the robe hurriedly, checking herself one last time before she opens the door.
Aidan hasn't moved from where she left him, standing next to the massage table. She saunters over to him, her hips swaying seductively, her expression demure and polite.
"I believe you requested a massage, sir."
Aidan chuckles, seemingly unable to do anything but nod. She can see the way his eyes are roaming over her body, even as she's tucked away inside the fluffy white robe, and it gives her an illicit thrill. Her body has already rendered her husband speechless, but it doesn't matter: she's going to put his tongue to good use in a moment.
Shoulders and back?" she continues, coming right up to him, "Or maybe you need me to work your glutes?"
When Aidan speaks, his voice is hoarse with desire. "I believe I booked the full body package."
"Of course, sir."
Rosa looks up into her husband's face, feeling his gaze on her, the lust in his eyes. Her body is reacting in kind, relishing the way that she's able to provoke this response in her man, but she keeps her expression neutral, business-like.
"You'll need to be naked for this. Would you like me to undress you, sir?"
Aidan smiles, but Rosa doesn't respond, keeping it professional. She steps closer to him, touching his chest with her fingertips. At last, she grins and leans forward, close to his ear.
"Time to set you free," she whispers, unzipping him and letting his shorts tumble to the ground.
She slides his underwear off, wrapping her hand around his liberated manhood, leaving him naked from the waist down. She rakes her fingernails down his shaft and across his balls. Aidan's scrotum contracts with the sensation as his body reacts involuntarily to his wife's expert touch. She pauses.
"Tell me something though, Aidan. If I had won the bet, would you be the one waxed and naked now?"
Aidan doesn't reply, lost in the sensations she was providing him as she teases and caresses his cock.
"I just wonder what this," she strokes his shaft again, "Would look like if I'd have waxed you instead. I wonder what it would feel like to have my lips trace over your pink, hairless skin. Would you like it? Would you stay like that for me, if I asked?"
Aidan gathers his senses. "But you lost the bet, babe. Now it's time for the rest."
"Certainly, sir."
Rosa pulls his t-shirt off to leave him standing completely naked over her. His cock stands proud, engorged with his need for her and she feels a thrill in her core: she's physically dominated by his bulk but delighting in being in control, all at the same time. She picks up the bottle of massage oil from the tray.
"Lie down on your front please."
Aidan climbs onto the massage table, wriggling to get his erection comfortable as he lies down on his stomach. Part of Rosa wants to jump on top of him now, stripping out of the robe and running her hands over his muscled back and over his defined buttocks, but she holds back.
"Let's start at the feet," she says, and begins to dribble the unscented oil onto his body.
She spreads the oil over the back of his thighs, repositioning his legs so they are slightly parted. She can see his scrotum nestled in the crack and wonders again how it would look if she'd waxed it. For some reason, imagining his balls as a smooth pink pillow sends a shiver of anticipation through her; if only the bet had gone the other way, she muses.
Her hands are slick with the oil now and she begins at his feet, massaging the arches, working her thumbs into the flesh. Aidan flinches, ticklish, but then straightens his legs out again and she resumes, wrapping her fingers around his heels and beginning to work on his Achilles tendon before digging into the firm muscle of his calves. She glances up his body, but her husband is already in a world of his own, enjoying the way her hands move over his skin. Rosa digs her thumbs in, searching for knots and hears a sharp intake of breath.
"Still with us, sir? Not drifting off?"
"Uh huh."
"Good."
Rosa applies more oil to his lower body, working her hands over his quads.
"A bit of tension here. Do you mind if I go a little deeper?"
"No."
Rosa rolls her sleeves up and lowers her elbow to Aidan's thigh, working the knob of her elbow into the tight flesh. She burrows into the area between the top of his thigh and his buttock, feeling the tendon there. Smiling to herself, her elbow works its way inward, pressing and grinding his cheek. She knows what's beneath the layer of muscle, what it will do to him as she kneads his prostate. Aidan groans and she knows she's found her target.
"You're really stiff here."
She breaks off, watching as his buttocks clench after the removal of the stimulus. He shifts his hips and Rosa smiles to herself, knowing that she's got him rock hard. She brings her elbow down onto his other thigh and repeats the process, grinding into his thigh and then up between his legs until she's massaging the same spot again.
"Rosa," he mumbles.
"Sorry sir, is that uncomfortable?"
"Uh, no. It's... uh... I...."
Rosa removes her elbow, rubbing her palms up the insides of his thighs, her fingers curving around to explore the gap between his legs. She parts the cleft of his buttocks with her thumbs, revealing the puckered star of his rear entrance. Aidan's fully relaxed now, allowing his wife's hands to explore him. She lets her thumb slide down between his buttocks, brushing over his opening. He reacts, his buttocks clenching powerfully, trapping her thumb in place. She wiggles it, but he rotates his hips as if to pull away from her. Rosa can feel the ridges of his sphincter beneath her oiled thumb tip and for a moment she's tempted to push inside him even as he resists. She feels the wetness between her legs and is surprised by how shallow her breathing has become, contemplating violating her husband's opening.
Instead, she pulls away, her palms smoothing over the solid orbs of his cheeks, down between his legs, working her fingers around his scrotum until she can feel the base of his rigid shaft, trapped under his body. Delicately, she cups his balls and hears Aidan sigh.
Rosa is wet now, her body signalling its eagerness to move on to the next phase, but instead she dribbles the oil over her husband's contoured back, working her hands up his spine until she reaches his neck. She kneads his shoulders, giving him respite from her ministrations, but she knows what she'll find underneath him.
"Time to do your front, sir."
Aidan rolls over and his rigid cock springs into the air. His tip is a dark purple colour, engorged with blood. Her body reacts to the sight of his manhood, standing thick and proud and it's a few moments before she notices her husband staring at her. The look on his face is plain to see: he wants her to attend to his erection, fulfilling the terms of the bet. He's as ready as she is to push forward to the next stage of the massage. Rosa has other plans though. Yes. Stick to the plan.
She walks around to the head of the table, leaning forward over her husband's upside-down face. She drizzles his pectorals and shoulders with oil, glancing down at his expression. Aidan's no longer smiling. His eyes lock on hers and she feels the pull of her own desires, a base instinct to mount him and feel him inside her. Instead, she begins to press her hands against his shoulders, working over his chest, feeling the frictionless flow of her skin against his.
Aidan's nipples are two tiny, hard points beneath her palms as she presses into him in long strokes that begin at his shoulder and end in the rippling lines of his abdomen. She leans over him, the next stroke pushing further, leaving a trail of slickness all the way down to the border of his pubic hair. She feels movement beneath her as Aidan's head rises up to nuzzle into her fluffy robe, searching for her naked flesh. His arms reach up, but she pushes down on his shoulders, smoothing her hands along his arm, holding his arms by his side in a clear signal.
Leaning back, she reaches into the folds of her robe and pulls, just enough to expose the perfect, modest orbs of her breasts, and she bends forward again, running her palms down the oiled, contoured landscape of her husband's torso until she feels his warm breath against the skin of her bosom. Rosa pauses, fingers spreading out to probe the tantalising v-shape of his oblique muscle, following its line down into his crotch.
Rosa feels soft lips against the underside of her breast, and she pulls back slightly, positioning her nipple over Aidan's waiting mouth as she runs her hands over his stomach. He makes her wait, a subtle power game as her fingers stroke down his body again, but always stopping short of the base of his shaft. Finally he relents, taking her nipple fully into his mouth, his tongue teasing her hard tip, sending delightful shivers all the way down her body to her throbbing clit.
In response, she reaches forward, slipping her fingertips through his hair until she encircles the root of his shaft. She squeezes delicately, feeling rather than hearing the moan from her husband, his mouth still filled with her nipple, his groan vibrating through her soft flesh. She pulls, back, running her hands over his chest, then massaging his shoulders. She looks down at his upturned face, seeing how badly he needs her to continue. She unties the robe and lets it slip to the floor, leaning over him again but now completely naked.
More exposed now, she thinks, than ever before, as she sees the blank area between her legs. She knows that she wants his mouth there, licking and sucking her like her was sucking her breast. She dribbles out more of the oil, pooling it in the recess of his belly button until thin rivulets of the clear fluid begin to spill among the contours of his abdomen. Aidan's head raises again, his mouth seeking out her other nipple this time, applying suction until she's hard and full. Rosa relishes the sensation, enjoying the ripples of pleasure his mouth is sending deep into her core. Her thighs press together in anticipation and she feels the moisture down there, ready for him.
Silently, she climbs onto the table, lowering herself until the soft, yielding flesh of her breast is pressing into Aidan's face. Her hands slide forward, spilling the oil over his abdomen, and her body follows, her breasts pressing against his chest as she feels Aiden's lips delivering kisses down her body. Rosa slides her body over his oiled bulk, enraptured by the friction of his firm, muscled torso against her skin, closer and closer to his rigid erection.
Her taut body is now slick with oil as well, making her breasts shine. She pulls back, sliding up his body before pushing down again in a slow sensual rhythm. Each time, she ventures closer to his crotch, teasing him, her own crotch sliding closer to his waiting mouth. She slides back down him, frictionless now, the only sound being the wet slopping noise of oiled skin on skin, her hands caressing his inner thighs as she brings her face close to his straining manhood. She waits, her breath tantalising his purple tip.
This time, there is no hesitation on Aidan's part. She feels his lips brush against her folds as his tongue dips deeper, searching out her entrance. She squirms with pure delight at the feeling of his soft tongue worming its way into her. Rosa holds her crotch steady above him, allowing his mouth to roam over her hairless crotch. Aidan begins to explore her, peppering her newly-exposed flesh with delicate kisses in such a sensual way that Rosa thinks she might be able to climax just from that touch.
She's so sensitive that each kiss is magnified, feeling deeper, more thrilling, driving her need further and further. By the time his tongue seeks out her clit, Rosa has to pull away for fear of tipping over the edge. She hears a deep, rich laugh from between her legs as Aidan makes contact again, craning his neck to follow her pussy as she moves. His hands come up, grasping her bottom and she knows she's trapped, pinned in place with that merciless tongue working its way into her.
Rosa wraps her hand around Aidan's shaft, directing his head towards her lips and she pushes down, taking his manhood inside her. She feels her husband reciprocate, burying his face between her legs, invading her entrance with his tongue as his chin massages her hood. Rosa's body contracts at his onslaught, unable to escape the waves of pleasure, but Aidan doesn't relent.
In response, Rosa bobs down onto his cock, slipping him in as far as she can manage, feeling the veins and contours of his manhood sliding against her tongue. But it's no use, she can't concentrate, the attentions of her husband's mouth have replaced any plan she had with an abiding need to orgasm. She feels the heat build within her and surrenders to it, letting Aidan stoke and tease her until it becomes unbearable.
She knows that she's moaning loudly, even as she draws him into her mouth again, gagging herself with his manhood. Rosa closes her eyes and abandons herself, sliding over the edge into climax, pressing her crotch down hard onto her husband's face, feeling the desperate motions of his tongue within her, forcing her to cum again, the feeling sweeping through her in waves as she gasps around the intrusion in her mouth. Her mind goes blank and she slips into a world of pink softness as the ecstasy overwhelms her.
Somewhere on the edge of awareness, some time later, she feels hands moving. Aidan is lifting her up; she can feel his breath against her pussy. Her lips are still wrapped around his shaft, but she's not moving anymore. She feels his cock pulse insistently in her mouth, a reminder that Aidan also needs release.
Rosa draws herself up onto her hands and knees, then turns around until she's straddling her husband's chest, facing him. She looks down at his face, slick with massage oil and her juices, as she feels her pulse begin to slow again and her breathing return to its regular cadence. She smiles.
"Will that be all, sir?"
Aidan blinks, frowning. "Uh, no. I think...."
Rosa laughs, her breasts jiggling with the effort.
"You want something else?"
"Yeah."
Rosa goes down on her elbows, nuzzling her husband's slick neck before looking him in the eyes.
"Did sir want a happy ending?"
Aidan breathes out, nodding. She can see how desperate she's made him. She studies his face for a moment, before frowning.
"Oh," she says, "That wasn't added to the booking."
"What?"
Rosa smiles again, slyly, before replying, "Full body massage. No mention of a happy ending. I mean, I'm well aware of...."
Her hand snakes around behind her, wrapping around his rigid shaft. She feels him pulse in her fingers, so desperate to cum.
"Those services are extra."
Aidan surveys her expression, and she can see him working out how to play this. Rosa's hand begins to stroke languidly up and down his shaft. She couldn't ever recall feeling his cock so full and rigid in her hand.
Aidan's face breaks into a smile.
"Put it on my tab."
"Certainly, sir."
Rosa slides her body down his until she feels his erection between her buttocks. She raises her hips.
"Cash or credit?"
"I don't fucking care. I just...."
he forestalls him by bearing down, pressing his tip between her folds and sliding him into her. She grins mischievously.
"We have a number of additional extras," Rosa murmurs, her voice low and sultry, "Did you tick the breeding option, sir?"
Aidan laughs as she can feel the vibration transferred through her groin into her tummy.
"Oh yes, I definitely ticked that option. I'm intending to breed you."
"Excellent choice, sir. I very much enjoy being bred."
In response, Rosa begins to rise and fall on him, doing the work and controlling the pace. She can tell that Aidan is already close to his limit, so she bears down on him, taking him fully inside her. She begins to rock her hips, denying him the sensation he needs while she grinds her clit against his pubic bone, building herself back up to climax. Rosa clenches inside and sees the look of delight on her husband's face as he feels her muscles contract around his cock. She knows her motions won't be enough to stimulate him, but she needs to get back to the edge. She wants desperately to cum in time with her husband.
Aidan's hands are travelling over her body and she can feel the slickness of oiled skin as he begins to move beneath her. His fingers encircle her breasts and he draws a stiff nipple up to his mouth. Aidan pauses, looking up at her, and then clamps down, sucking hard and sending a spasm of pleasure through her body. Her toes curl and she closes her eyes, grinding harder as she feels his cock pulse deep inside her, insistently.
Aidan's hand takes her other breast, rubbing the engorged nipple through his thumb and forefinger. He squeezes, and Rosa feels his grip ignite the flame in her core. She begins to rise up off his cock, but Aidan's hips are moving now, driving into her. Rosa pushes down, meeting him halfway, the only sound in the room being the slick slapping of skin on skin as they power towards their mutual climax.
Aidan's mouth breaks free of her breast. He's breathing hard now, his abdominal muscles rippling under her as he buries himself inside her. Rosa flops down, nuzzling her husband's neck, her dark hair cascading softly over her face as she begins to groan. She knows what's coming, she can feel his spasms within her. Rosa closes her eyes, letting her world contract to nothing more than the feeling of the man she loves moving inside her as his rhythm becomes forceful, irregular. She feels him swell and suddenly he's cumming, spurting deep inside her. She squeals as she tips over the edge, shuddering around him and on top of him with her own climax. His powerful arms wrap around her in a vice-like grasp, pulling her into him and she rides the waves of her orgasm, feeling him pumping his seed into her.
It is a long time before either of them move, glistening with oil and sweat, their torsos heaving as the last echoes of their shared orgasm ripple through their bodies. Eventually, Rosa slides off her husband, finding her footing on the polished wooden floor. She cups her hand to her newly-waxed crotch to stem the flow of his cum as it begins to leak out of her.
That felt like three weeks' worth," she breathes. "I'm overflowing."
Aidan swings off the table and scoops his wife up in his arms, carrying her through the door and depositing her gently onto the crisp white bedsheets. He folds her legs up to her chin and she hugs her legs.
"Not spilling a drop, remember?" he says.
Her cheeks are glowing with the exertion of her climax, her dark hair braided around her beautiful face with sweat and massage oil. There is a soft look in her eyes.
"That felt like it," she whispers, as if afraid to give voice to the hope.
Aidan lies next to her and gathers her up in his arms.
"You think?"
Rosa gives a little nod, and then her mouth turns up into a smile.
"Aidan, fair to say, I'm awash. That egg's got nowhere to hide. It's high tide in there."
Aidan holds his wife tight.
That's the thing about the three days, babe. Next tide's gonna be coming up soon," he murmurs in her ear, "Davey's gonna need a crime scene cleaning crew by the time we check out."
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[Next chapter: A risky game results in the loser being exposed naked in front of all their friends.
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