“What Do Other Couples Do for Fun?”
A true erotic account of a husband and wife’s random Friday night
“Hey, wouldn’t it be fun to sit outside and smoke a cigar tonight after the kids go to bed?” I asked my wife this past Friday evening. She hurriedly nodded in excited agreement while expressing she couldn’t remember the last time we had smoked a cigar.
I had to think on that one. It had been a while. “Probably 3 or 4 year ago when we had rented that cabin up north for Fathers Day,” I said.
“Has it been that long since we did that?”
Indeed, it had been. So, after putting the kids to bed, we showered together (standard procedure). Then I put on my silk robe, divvied up some edibles for us, and grabbed the bag filled with cigars, cigar cutters, and matches and we both proceeded to pick out our cigars. She picked up a thin, petite thing that smelled of rich earth and chocolate notes and I picked out a longer one with medium thickness. You see, I like my cigars like I like my… Anyway, after having picked our poison for the night, we gathered all the necessary items and headed out underneath our canopy tent on our patio.
After getting our cigars lit, I read aloud to my wife from our current book. Even if we didn’t run a book club, I would still read to her almost every night. This is something that I really enjoy doing. It helps us to share a similar interest with our reading. Plus, I have a bucket list item which is reading for audio books. Reading out loud every night lets me hone my skills for the day when I finally decided to do something about it.
About halfway into my cigar, the edibles started to take hold. I looked up and noticed my wife had finished her smaller cigar. While I didn’t really want to give up on a very tasty and mellow specimen myself, I also felt that familiar sensation of being in the sweet spot of a buzz. That space of time where senses feel a bit heightened in some ways, dulled in other ways, and my arousal is near its peak. I also know my wife has an even smaller window in that buzz before it turns into sleepiness, though I will say she has been a champ at hanging in there for some later nights recently.
I lowered the book mid paragraph and said to her, “While I am really enjoying the story and this cigar, I think I would much rather bring you upstairs, massage you from head to toe and then ravage your body. Is that something you’d be into right now?” Looking me in the eyes, she gave a subtle couple of head nods with a slight grin. Game on.
We head upstairs, brush our teeth, and retire to our bedroom. Candles are lit, spa music fills the air (thank you, Spotify), and we both strip down. I turn down the lights. My wife brings out a massage oil we had received from a couples massage months and months ago and then she climbs on the massage table. Perhaps I should back up.
Yes, we have a professional massage table in our bedroom, a recent addition, actually. A tenth anniversary present I bought for her/us. Since the beginning of our relationship, she has always asked for me to rub/touch/massage her as we are winding down the day and hanging out, usually in our bed. So, for most nights out of the past 10–12 years, I have given her a massage in some form. Even if it is just rubbing her shoulders or back with one hand while she falls asleep and I read a book with my other hand. But this adjustable height massage table has, so far, made giving massages more exciting and easier.
With the buzz from the cigar and edible near full strength, I get lost in the process of massaging her body. I find myself unconsciously morphing my techniques to the rhythm and mood of the music swirling through the room while I consciously and instinctively locate and target her tight knots and trouble areas. I know she is allowing herself to get lost in the buzz and the relaxing environment as well because more and more I hear low, breathy moans escape her lips.
After about 30 minutes of focused massage, as she continues to lie on her stomach, I make my way to place my hands between her thighs and gently separate them to make room. Her Yoni massage is about to begin.
I slowly and gently rub and caress all of the areas near and around her labia while still keeping one hand softly but firmly touching and massaging other areas of her body to let her continue to feel my warmth and strength there. After a while, my finger breaks through her lips to find them parting and exposing the wet warmth waiting for me there. I still take my time. Again, gently but firmly rubbing and touching, even inside of her. The time to speed up my actions is close, yes, but right now is the moment to keep my movements and touches slow and deliberate. She is right on the edge of wanting a touch specifically focused on her favorite pleasure zones but I don’t want to give in to that temptation just yet. It is better to let it continue to build. Because the desired end result is exactly what happened next, as a reward for my patience and attention to her body language.
I can feel her start to buck up her hips to take me in a bit more and to also show me the speed that she desires me to penetrate her. I slowly increase the pace at which I slide my middle finger from her clit down to her urethral opening, one of her favorite pleasure zones, and back up again. I dip into her, shallow at first, massaging her inner walls before slowly pressing further in. I wait for her to open wider to accept me and then gradually slide another finger in and let it sink as deep as she wants to take it. Once deep inside of her, I don’t pump in and out. I hold my fingers there in her depths and I rub with gentle pressure, sliding ever so slightly back and forth, maybe an eighth of an inch, forever reading her body to guide me and my actions.
When I can tell she is ready for more, I start to use my other hand to go back to her clit and concentrate my touching and rubbing there. Slow, circular motions to start, gradually focusing in closer and closer while my other hand has pulled back out closer to her opening, rubbing up and down her slit while passing over her urethral opening and back up to just under where my other hand is already massaging her clit. After a few minutes of this and with some increased speed from my hands and her hips, her moans pick up and she orgasms, releasing a trickle of wetness over my fingers. This continues for a few more full body orgasms before she sits up and slides to the edge of the massage table.
I knew beforehand that the height I had set the table at could be good for this angle of penetration and my thoughts were confirmed. This also happens to be on of her favorite positions and angles, both of us in an upright position during penetration. She enjoys the shallow pressure and rubbing from the head of my slightly upwardly curved cock that this allows.
After a little while of slow thrusting and making out, she pulls back and rubs her clit for another orgasm. I ask if I may go down on her and she says yes without hesitation. As I lower to my knees, I giddily realize that this height also allows for lovely and comfortable access to my wife’s open pussy. I put my tongue into her, lapping at the glistening wetness that is already provided, flattening and rubbing my tongue over those sensitive areas she craves to be licked and it is in short order that she goes back to rubbing her clit. Soon, she gushes and splashes herself over my mouth and chin, having brought herself to another orgasm. I am pleased to taste it is like the sweetest water. She does this once more before she directs me to stand.
Sliding off of the table, she bends over it to present herself so that I may take her from behind. And I do, because holy fucking shit, this table works perfectly for this purpose as well. After a time, with my chin and chest still slick from her love, she again begins to rub her clit. I pull out, grab my dick and quickly flit it back and forth over her opening and clit until she bursts forth again with another gush of her pleasure, spilling out over my cock and between her legs. I am completely proud of her. She has worked very hard to be able to do this and so often. A puddle left in her wake says volumes.
Eventually we find ourselves on the bed with her riding me. She gushes a bit more with another orgasm and then instructs me to fuck her. I know what is coming. I can feel how swollen she still is inside despite letting go multiple times already. But this time, instead of rubbing herself to completion, she wants me to fuck it out of her so she doesn’t have control over it. And I perform quite admirably as she releases another warm gush over my lap.
After this goes on for a bit, I prop myself up on my elbows to meet her face so we can kiss and take a slight break for breath and drink. It is then, in the middle of kissing, that she says, “What do other couples do for fun?”
We both laugh because we have often discussed that we feel so out of the loop when friends talk about movies and shows. We just don’t watch movies or shows too often. Not because we don’t enjoy them. But because we prioritize other things in our life. Firstly, we have three children. Also, we would much rather sit outside at night and have me read to her or just talk with each other. We prioritize giving each other massages and extended sexual contact. By the time all of that is done, it is late and we are both satiated and tired. Sorry, totally awesome new Netflix series. Maybe another time?
So, when she asked me that question in the throws of passion, we both had a laugh. It was her way of acknowledging that she would much rather participate in this with me than stare at a screen. And I absolutely love her for it.