Taking control in bed has always been my thing. Whether it's making a guy squirm from a handjob or leaving a girl melting into a puddle with my tongue, I prefer that over direct intercourse.

Yesterday, my wife got lucky! She’d had a rough week, and her back had been killing her. We’d planned on spending the afternoon fucking our brains out, but instead, I offered her a full-body massage, followed by a yoni massage.

She wasted no time, stripping down and lying face-down on our bed. Even before I touched her, I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Of course, I went all in. I placed a warm towel over her beautiful bubble butt and put on some soft jazz. With a generous amount of massage oil in my hands, I started at her feet, working my way up. She giggled like a little princess, turning me on even more.

Her body was a mix of tense and soft, like marshmallow. My hands sank into her, drawing small moans with every press. Still fully clothed, I avoided her “inner sanctum” as I worked my way up, then straddled her waist to massage her neck and back. By this point, I was fully hard. Despite the fabric between us, she could feel my excitement, and her body responded, grinding against me from below, eager for more.

Who was I to deny her?

After spending around 10 minutes on her back, I stepped off to the side, admiring her oiled body.

'The main event is almost here, Chit,' I teased.

She moaned into the pillow as my fingers slipped between her ass cheeks, brushing past her puckered back entrance just enough to make her jolt.

'Don't worry,' I whispered, 'I won't enter you without warning. No surprises today. Just relax and enjoy.'

My fingers pressed and caressed her most intimate spots. Her pussy was hot, puffy, and soaked—so much so that, even with oil on my hands, I was amazed at how wet she was. When I brought my fingers back up, they were fully coated in her juices.

'Madam,' I teased, slipping into the character of a massage boy catering to a rich sugar mommy, 'is your masseuse’s touch turning you on?'

She didn’t respond with words—just soft, drawn-out moans. I took my time, focusing on the tension in her waist and hips before slipping back between her legs. The wetness only increased, and when I gasped in surprise, she squealed in embarrassment, clamping her legs shut. I couldn’t help but laugh, which made her blush even more. It took a few moments to ease her back into relaxation, kissing her skin and whispering sweet reassurances, coaxing her to let me take care of her needs.

With renewed focus, I applied more pressure, pushing her into the bed as my fingers slid from her clit to her ass. I kept a slow, sensual rhythm, kneading her with the full length of my fingers. Her legs spread a little more, her toes curled, and every stroke drew approving moans or hisses. Her eyes stayed closed, lost in the fantasy, and I couldn’t describe how hot it felt to be the one conducting this symphony of pleasure.

When I finally shifted focus and started stroking her clit directly, her reactions intensified. I could tell the pressure had built to an unbearable point—she wanted more, to be fucked, but the pleasure I was giving her on the outside already was too much.

"One finger is going to enter you now." When there was no objection, I followed through. As soon as I enter her, she started making this wonderful cacophony of squeals and moans.

'Kyar... I need you... cock... Aaah~ Sooo good~'

But it was too late. Her body shook, face buried in the pillow as the orgasm overtook her. She wasn’t screaming, but her moans stretched into the fabric as her whole body shuddered. Inside, her pussy walls clenched around my finger in rapid pulses. I slowed my strokes, letting her ride out the orgasm, keeping her in a state of bliss as her body convulsed in pleasure.

As soon as she finished cumming, she reached up, yanking at my shirt and ripping off my trousers, kissing me with a vengeance.

'Now, lay back, massage boy... Ma Ma needs her cock.'

What can I say? I love pleasuring my partners.