House Rules 1... My honeymoon with my ex sucked... Birdie
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When I was in college, I had a boyfriend who liked to give me playful but firm slaps on my butt. I was surprised at how aroused it made me feel and how much I enjoyed the hot sex that followed. When my boyfriend realized how horny I became, we incorporated playful but firm butt slaps into our foreplay routine. He was two years ahead of me. When he graduated, he moved away to take a job in another city and we gradually drifted apart. I missed him, his exciting foreplay and the hot sex that we enjoyed.
When I met my ex, Brian, I told him about the things I enjoyed for foreplay. He didn't seem very interested but assured me that we would definitely have a lot of hot foreplay on our honeymoon. We never actually had premarital vaginal sex but I chalked that up to his conservative religious upbringing. He was fine with me sucking on his cock. But he never wanted to reciprocate. Looking back, I can see that there were many red flags but I ignored them and I married Brian.
Our honeymoon was a total disaster. Foreplay to Brian consisted only of me sucking on his penis which easily became rock hard. However, he was always unable or unwilling to enter me with his rigid cock before it went soft. I tried to help him. I wanted to have vaginal sex. I wanted more than just me sucking on him. But after trying and failing once, he wouldn't try again. And when I mentioned the exciting foreplay, he seemed to turn angry and cold. I wanted more sexually than just me sucking on his penis but no matter how much I coaxed his rigid manhood with wet tongue kisses and gentle sucking, he wouldn't try again to fill my needs. I thought about cutting the honeymoon short and leaving him but I didn't.
After our disastrous honeymoon, we moved in with his parents as planned. They were very kind and had offered us a free place to live so we could save money and I could continue my education at a nearby college. Brian wasn't happy about living under their House Rules and strict discipline. Their house rules were very reasonable. Fulfill your responsibilities. No substance abuse. Be respectful. No angry outbursts. And no profanity. I had no problem with any of these simple rules and didn't mind being disciplined for misbehavior.
His parents, Phil and Barbara, were very loving and kind to me which was exactly what I needed during that difficult period in my life. I didn't know why Brian was so angry with me and didn't want to come near me and wouldn't touch me. His parents loved me like the daughter they never had. They wanted me to help Brian to be happily married. And he wouldn't come near me. He wouldn't try again. I didn't have the heart to tell them that the marriage wasn't consummated and I wasn't really their daughter-in-law.
I was becoming more and more distraught with Brian. He left for work early and came home late totally avoiding me. And then he announced that he wouldn't be around for the weekends because he would be helping a male friend from work repair his cottage. When he left for work on Friday morning, he was all packed to go to his friend's place. He didn't come home first and he never called. I felt so sad, lonely and hurt. His parents were very upset with him too. As I was coming down the stairs for breakfast on Saturday morning, I heard Phil saying to Barbara "I told you not to pressure him to get married. I told you we need to try to accept him the way he is. You disobeyed me. And now he's not being a proper husband to Birdie. You and Brian both need to be disciplined."
Hearing that, I became very emotional. Then I lost it. I yelled "DON'T EVEN BOTHER. HE DOESN'T LOVE ME. THIS DAMN MARRIAGE IS A FUCKING SHAM."
They were stunned. They looked at each other aghast. When I saw the looks on their faces, I felt immediate remorse. I had no right to take my anger and frustrations out on them. I felt awful. They were so good to me and I had not only broken their rules, I had broken their hopes and their hearts. Brian had told me about how, for violation of house rules, he had to present himself with his bottom exposed to be disciplined. I immediately went up to our room. I removed my skirt and replaced my panties with a small thong that was invisible from behind except for the thin waistband. I then calmly went back downstairs in my skimpy thong, stockings, heels and blouse to presented myself with my bottom bare for discipline. They both looked at me and didn't say a word. Then I said "we all know what needs to be done."
Barbara then realized how very sorry I felt and how much I wanted and needed to be disciplined. She gave Phil a look with a nod and quietly said that she was going out now but would be back around 3pm to discipline me. Phil added that he would discipline me after dinner. I was told to leave my bottom bare as a reminder of my misbehavior as I await my discipline.
I came downstairs at 2:45 to await Barbara. Phil looked serious and was silent. As we waited for Barbara, I was glad that my bottom was bare to show my willingness to accept their discipline. Phil gave me a tender look of approval while we both understood exactly what needed to be done to my very deserving bare ass.
When Barbara returned, she took a firm chair from the dining room and placed it in the middle of the living room with her paddle and some lotion beside it. She said "let's get started, young lady, you will soon see how we deal with profanity in this house." She then sat in the chair and guided me into position over her lap and let her paddle do the talking. She alternated cheeks with each effective stroke and was teaching me a very well delivered lesson. I don't know whether she was gradually paddling little harder and harder but it certainly felt that way. It did hurt but it felt like a very cleansing pain that was rinsing away my awful feelings of guilt, remorse and of marital failure.
Just as I was beginning to feel that I had learned my lesson, Barbara stopped for a long pause. She put some of the cream on her hands and started to tenderly rub my sore bottom. "We will be finished soon" she said "I'm just going to go over your entire bottom firmly one more time and then give you some light strokes on your thighs after which we will be done. You are doing very well and I'm very proud of you. I know you have been through a lot. We all have. I should have listened to Phil and not pushed Brian so hard to change. Phil was right. After all, Brian didn't ask to be born different. We need to learn to love Brian as he is. I disobeyed and tried too hard to change him. I will be disciplined for that later. And I know I deserve it. I'm so sorry Birdie for my part in this."
She then said "let's finish this up." She then firmly paddled my already red bottom all over. She then lightly paddled my tender thighs. When she again applied the cream to my bottom and my thighs, her loving touch felt so good. I started to cry. She guided me off her lap, stood up and hugged me. I felt so very loved. As we hugged, in between sobs, I told her that I was very sorry for my behavior and I loved her very much. She also had tears in her eyes .
As I was basking in her warm affection. She said "let's go show Phil your red bottom. I want to tell him how well you accepted your discipline. I'm so proud of you, my dear sweet girl." When Phil saw my well paddled red bum, he gave us warm loving looks of approval and said "wow, you two did a great job. I'm very proud of you." I felt so much better in that moment. Better than I had felt for a long time.
The paddling did hurt as it was being applied but the pain soon started to dissipate. Barbara went into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. I heard her tell Phil that I did need to be disciplined for my profane outburst but I also needed tender loving touch. She told him that I never cried during the discipline but when she was rubbing the lotion on me, I began to cry and sob. Then she told him she was sure that some tender massage by him especially would work wonders for me. Of course, Phil was certainly welcome to massage me if he wanted to.
Considering the circumstances, we had a very pleasant dinner. We were all in a good mood relaxed and friendly. I knew that Barbara and I would both be disciplined that evening and we were both fine with it. We each knew that we deserved it. In a way, I actually looked forward to it. I wanted to be free of these lingering feelings of guilt, remorse and marital failure. After helping Barbara clean up the kitchen, with my bottom still exposed, I went in the living room. Phil was on the sofa with a leather strap and skin cream beside him. I went straight over to him and asked if he wanted me to lie across his lap now. He said I do if you are ready.
I told him "I am ready. I know I deserve this."
He guided me into position across his lap and said "okay, let's get started."
He rubbed my bum with his hand first. It felt so good. It was a loving kind and gentle rub around my entire bottom. He then started to strap me - alternating cheeks with each swing and methodically applying the kiss of leather to my entire bottom. As my ass was being well warmed, he stopped periodically to rub me. His cool hand rubbing on my warmed bottom was very tender and I needed tender touch so much. I felt so glad whenever he stopped to rub me. And then I also felt glad to feel the hot kiss of his leather strap again. This is what I needed also. It was painful but it was a soothing pain. I felt like I was standing under a waterfall with cold water washing my spirit clean. I didn't want him to stop and he didn't. It was like he knew not to stop yet. And when he did finally stop, he said "okay, I think that should be sufficient. Would you like me to rub some cream on you now?"
I replied "oh yes. I would love you to massage me everywhere that's red." As he was tenderly rubbing soothing cream onto my red bottom, the flood gates opened and I began to sob and cry profusely. In between sobs, I said "I'm so sorry for my behavior. I feel like such a failure. I don't know what to do. I've tried so hard to make this marriage work. And he won't even touch me. He doesn't want to be around me. He doesn't want to come home from work. He wants to stay away from me. What did I do wrong? Why doesn't he want me? Am I that repulsive? That he won't touch me. Won't even try to make love to me. We tried once and failed. He won't even try again. I try to help him but he won't come near me. I don't know why he is so angry with me. I'm not even your in law. We're not really married. He hasn't made love to me and he won't even try. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I know he wants out of this marriage. Which isn't even a marriage. I don't want to leave school. I don't want to leave your house. You and Barbara have been so good to me. And I will never be your daughter in law. He won't even try."
Phil listened in silence. He was at a loss for words. All he could do was try to soothe me by gently rubbing the cream. Somehow, I knew that he had tears in his eyes also. And he felt great remorse. After all, he's the one who first realized that the marriage wouldn't work and that we needed to love and accept Brian as he is. His silence was very loud. He must have gone along with the wedding against his better judgment. And now seeing me in tears is his discipline. And he is hurting with me. And there is no cream that can soothe his pain..
When Phil guided me up off his lap, I saw that I was right. He did have tears running down his cheeks. I knelt on the sofa beside him and gave him a big hug. I kissed his cheek and told him that I would be fine. And I told him how much I loved him and Barbara. Barbara gave me a big smile and a warm hug. She looked at my backside and said "wow he did an excellent job. I agreed and told her "I feel like a new woman and I feel very loved." I gave her another hug and then went up to bed to leave them in private.
Laying in bed, as the pain dissipated, I did have warm feelings of arousal as a result of Phil's discipline but I no longer enjoyed pleasuring myself after knowing the joys of being in a tender loving relationship. I'd rather wait for a man to pleasure me.
I felt so much better after being disciplined. The discipline brought us all closer together. We were much better able to communicate. It was only after paddling me that Barbara shared with me that Brian didn't ask to be born different and she pressured him to propose to me against Phil's orders. I now saw things much differently. I didn't see myself as a failure. Brian and I both tried to make it work. He tried to make love to me but he couldn't. He didn't want to try again because that wasn't him. He was different. And this weekend, he is doing overnights with his male friend from work. He is where he wants to be. We all need to accept Brian and help him out of this so-called marriage that he was pressured into. It's no one's fault. I'm not a failure. I took it as him being angry with me but maybe he was angry with himself also and with the situation. I was now much more empathetic towards him and wanted to help him be free to be himself and also feel loved and accepted. I didn't want him to feel like a failure. I knew what that felt like.
And it was only after Phil strapping my ass, that I was able to open up and share with him how badly our marriage had failed. I'm sure that he shared with Barbara the details of our failed marriage. And she felt my pain of loneliness and rejection.
In the morning, when I heard them downstairs having breakfast, I didn't bother to get dressed. I felt very comfortable around them so I just put on a light nightgown and went downstairs. They both smiled and looked very lovingly at me in my thinly veiled nudity. As we had coffee and a great breakfast, I raised the issue of Brian. I suggested that we all need to help him to be free to be himself and feel loved and accepted for who he is. Now that we all realized that Brian and I did not belong married, we all felt determined to make things right for all of us including Brian.
I saw Barbara give Phil a look with a nod after which he said to me "we now realize you are going through a very difficult and stressful time in your life. Would you like me to massage you after breakfast? I didn't hesitate to accept his offer.
After breakfast, we cleared up the kitchen and Barbara said to me "go enjoy your massage, dear, and make sure he gets any areas that would make you feel better." I smiled and gave her a warm hug. Then I pulled off my nightgown and followed Phil into the other room, naked as a jaybird, with everybody happily grinning. "Do you mind if we do my backside first? I know it's had a lot of attention lately but there is still some tenderness. And then I can roll over so you can do my front side which has been totally neglected for ages."
"Whatever you would like, Birdie, is fine with us. If I get to any areas that feel exceptionally good and you would like me to linger there, just let me know." He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down in a very enjoyable manner paying a lot of attention to my bottom which I am always happy to receive. After massaging my back, bottom, legs, thighs, ankles and my feet, I turned over onto my back so he could massage my front.
He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down very thoroughly and enjoyably. He did my chest, my stomach, my thighs and all around my mound without touching my private parts. As he was going down my legs, I told him my inner thighs are very tender especially my upper inner thighs. As he was massaging me very delightfully on one of my very special places so very close to my throbbing womanhood, I couldn't resist asking him "a little higher please?"
Now he was right up against me. He felt so good. I basked in the incredibly delightful sensations. "That feels spectacular. Now, please make small circles." I couldn't help but ask. And with each circle the side of his hand grazed my womanhood. Every time I was touched, I let out a moan. I knew everybody could tell where I was going with this. And we were all very happy for me. As he circled around, each time my moans grew louder. I reached down and pressed his hand against my womanhood and let out a very loud joyful moan. I gyrated my hips while rubbing his hand against me. I was swept away. I had one incredible loud endless release. And I felt so joyful and so loved and so very happy. Then Phil continued down my thighs and legs to my ankles and feet. After he finished, I got up and I gave Phil and Barbara loving hugs as they hugged me back. We went back into the kitchen and had a little more coffee and everyone was very happy. And nobody minded that I was still very comfortably naked as a jaybird.
To be continued...
When I was in college, I had a boyfriend who liked to give me playful but firm slaps on my butt. I was surprised at how aroused it made me feel and how much I enjoyed the hot sex that followed. When my boyfriend realized how horny I became, we incorporated playful but firm butt slaps into our foreplay routine. He was two years ahead of me. When he graduated, he moved away to take a job in another city and we gradually drifted apart. I missed him, his exciting foreplay and the hot sex that we enjoyed.
When I met my ex, Brian, I told him about the things I enjoyed for foreplay. He didn't seem very interested but assured me that we would definitely have a lot of hot foreplay on our honeymoon. We never actually had premarital vaginal sex but I chalked that up to his conservative religious upbringing. He was fine with me sucking on his cock. But he never wanted to reciprocate. Looking back, I can see that there were many red flags but I ignored them and I married Brian.
Our honeymoon was a total disaster. Foreplay to Brian consisted only of me sucking on his penis which easily became rock hard. However, he was always unable or unwilling to enter me with his rigid cock before it went soft. I tried to help him. I wanted to have vaginal sex. I wanted more than just me sucking on him. But after trying and failing once, he wouldn't try again. And when I mentioned the exciting foreplay, he seemed to turn angry and cold. I wanted more sexually than just me sucking on his penis but no matter how much I coaxed his rigid manhood with wet tongue kisses and gentle sucking, he wouldn't try again to fill my needs. I thought about cutting the honeymoon short and leaving him but I didn't.
After our disastrous honeymoon, we moved in with his parents as planned. They were very kind and had offered us a free place to live so we could save money and I could continue my education at a nearby college. Brian wasn't happy about living under their House Rules and strict discipline. Their house rules were very reasonable. Fulfill your responsibilities. No substance abuse. Be respectful. No angry outbursts. And no profanity. I had no problem with any of these simple rules and didn't mind being disciplined for misbehavior.
His parents, Phil and Barbara, were very loving and kind to me which was exactly what I needed during that difficult period in my life. I didn't know why Brian was so angry with me and didn't want to come near me and wouldn't touch me. His parents loved me like the daughter they never had. They wanted me to help Brian to be happily married. And he wouldn't come near me. He wouldn't try again. I didn't have the heart to tell them that the marriage wasn't consummated and I wasn't really their daughter-in-law.
I was becoming more and more distraught with Brian. He left for work early and came home late totally avoiding me. And then he announced that he wouldn't be around for the weekends because he would be helping a male friend from work repair his cottage. When he left for work on Friday morning, he was all packed to go to his friend's place. He didn't come home first and he never called. I felt so sad, lonely and hurt. His parents were very upset with him too. As I was coming down the stairs for breakfast on Saturday morning, I heard Phil saying to Barbara "I told you not to pressure him to get married. I told you we need to try to accept him the way he is. You disobeyed me. And now he's not being a proper husband to Birdie. You and Brian both need to be disciplined."
Hearing that, I became very emotional. Then I lost it. I yelled "DON'T EVEN BOTHER. HE DOESN'T LOVE ME. THIS DAMN MARRIAGE IS A FUCKING SHAM."
They were stunned. They looked at each other aghast. When I saw the looks on their faces, I felt immediate remorse. I had no right to take my anger and frustrations out on them. I felt awful. They were so good to me and I had not only broken their rules, I had broken their hopes and their hearts. Brian had told me about how, for violation of house rules, he had to present himself with his bottom exposed to be disciplined. I immediately went up to our room. I removed my skirt and replaced my panties with a small thong that was invisible from behind except for the thin waistband. I then calmly went back downstairs in my skimpy thong, stockings, heels and blouse to presented myself with my bottom bare for discipline. They both looked at me and didn't say a word. Then I said "we all know what needs to be done."
Barbara then realized how very sorry I felt and how much I wanted and needed to be disciplined. She gave Phil a look with a nod and quietly said that she was going out now but would be back around 3pm to discipline me. Phil added that he would discipline me after dinner. I was told to leave my bottom bare as a reminder of my misbehavior as I await my discipline.
I came downstairs at 2:45 to await Barbara. Phil looked serious and was silent. As we waited for Barbara, I was glad that my bottom was bare to show my willingness to accept their discipline. Phil gave me a tender look of approval while we both understood exactly what needed to be done to my very deserving bare ass.
When Barbara returned, she took a firm chair from the dining room and placed it in the middle of the living room with her paddle and some lotion beside it. She said "let's get started, young lady, you will soon see how we deal with profanity in this house." She then sat in the chair and guided me into position over her lap and let her paddle do the talking. She alternated cheeks with each effective stroke and was teaching me a very well delivered lesson. I don't know whether she was gradually paddling little harder and harder but it certainly felt that way. It did hurt but it felt like a very cleansing pain that was rinsing away my awful feelings of guilt, remorse and of marital failure.
Just as I was beginning to feel that I had learned my lesson, Barbara stopped for a long pause. She put some of the cream on her hands and started to tenderly rub my sore bottom. "We will be finished soon" she said "I'm just going to go over your entire bottom firmly one more time and then give you some light strokes on your thighs after which we will be done. You are doing very well and I'm very proud of you. I know you have been through a lot. We all have. I should have listened to Phil and not pushed Brian so hard to change. Phil was right. After all, Brian didn't ask to be born different. We need to learn to love Brian as he is. I disobeyed and tried too hard to change him. I will be disciplined for that later. And I know I deserve it. I'm so sorry Birdie for my part in this."
She then said "let's finish this up." She then firmly paddled my already red bottom all over. She then lightly paddled my tender thighs. When she again applied the cream to my bottom and my thighs, her loving touch felt so good. I started to cry. She guided me off her lap, stood up and hugged me. I felt so very loved. As we hugged, in between sobs, I told her that I was very sorry for my behavior and I loved her very much. She also had tears in her eyes .
As I was basking in her warm affection. She said "let's go show Phil your red bottom. I want to tell him how well you accepted your discipline. I'm so proud of you, my dear sweet girl." When Phil saw my well paddled red bum, he gave us warm loving looks of approval and said "wow, you two did a great job. I'm very proud of you." I felt so much better in that moment. Better than I had felt for a long time.
The paddling did hurt as it was being applied but the pain soon started to dissipate. Barbara went into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. I heard her tell Phil that I did need to be disciplined for my profane outburst but I also needed tender loving touch. She told him that I never cried during the discipline but when she was rubbing the lotion on me, I began to cry and sob. Then she told him she was sure that some tender massage by him especially would work wonders for me. Of course, Phil was certainly welcome to massage me if he wanted to.
Considering the circumstances, we had a very pleasant dinner. We were all in a good mood relaxed and friendly. I knew that Barbara and I would both be disciplined that evening and we were both fine with it. We each knew that we deserved it. In a way, I actually looked forward to it. I wanted to be free of these lingering feelings of guilt, remorse and marital failure. After helping Barbara clean up the kitchen, with my bottom still exposed, I went in the living room. Phil was on the sofa with a leather strap and skin cream beside him. I went straight over to him and asked if he wanted me to lie across his lap now. He said I do if you are ready.
I told him "I am ready. I know I deserve this."
He guided me into position across his lap and said "okay, let's get started."
He rubbed my bum with his hand first. It felt so good. It was a loving kind and gentle rub around my entire bottom. He then started to strap me - alternating cheeks with each swing and methodically applying the kiss of leather to my entire bottom. As my ass was being well warmed, he stopped periodically to rub me. His cool hand rubbing on my warmed bottom was very tender and I needed tender touch so much. I felt so glad whenever he stopped to rub me. And then I also felt glad to feel the hot kiss of his leather strap again. This is what I needed also. It was painful but it was a soothing pain. I felt like I was standing under a waterfall with cold water washing my spirit clean. I didn't want him to stop and he didn't. It was like he knew not to stop yet. And when he did finally stop, he said "okay, I think that should be sufficient. Would you like me to rub some cream on you now?"
I replied "oh yes. I would love you to massage me everywhere that's red." As he was tenderly rubbing soothing cream onto my red bottom, the flood gates opened and I began to sob and cry profusely. In between sobs, I said "I'm so sorry for my behavior. I feel like such a failure. I don't know what to do. I've tried so hard to make this marriage work. And he won't even touch me. He doesn't want to be around me. He doesn't want to come home from work. He wants to stay away from me. What did I do wrong? Why doesn't he want me? Am I that repulsive? That he won't touch me. Won't even try to make love to me. We tried once and failed. He won't even try again. I try to help him but he won't come near me. I don't know why he is so angry with me. I'm not even your in law. We're not really married. He hasn't made love to me and he won't even try. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I know he wants out of this marriage. Which isn't even a marriage. I don't want to leave school. I don't want to leave your house. You and Barbara have been so good to me. And I will never be your daughter in law. He won't even try."
Phil listened in silence. He was at a loss for words. All he could do was try to soothe me by gently rubbing the cream. Somehow, I knew that he had tears in his eyes also. And he felt great remorse. After all, he's the one who first realized that the marriage wouldn't work and that we needed to love and accept Brian as he is. His silence was very loud. He must have gone along with the wedding against his better judgment. And now seeing me in tears is his discipline. And he is hurting with me. And there is no cream that can soothe his pain..
When Phil guided me up off his lap, I saw that I was right. He did have tears running down his cheeks. I knelt on the sofa beside him and gave him a big hug. I kissed his cheek and told him that I would be fine. And I told him how much I loved him and Barbara. Barbara gave me a big smile and a warm hug. She looked at my backside and said "wow he did an excellent job. I agreed and told her "I feel like a new woman and I feel very loved." I gave her another hug and then went up to bed to leave them in private.
Laying in bed, as the pain dissipated, I did have warm feelings of arousal as a result of Phil's discipline but I no longer enjoyed pleasuring myself after knowing the joys of being in a tender loving relationship. I'd rather wait for a man to pleasure me.
I felt so much better after being disciplined. The discipline brought us all closer together. We were much better able to communicate. It was only after paddling me that Barbara shared with me that Brian didn't ask to be born different and she pressured him to propose to me against Phil's orders. I now saw things much differently. I didn't see myself as a failure. Brian and I both tried to make it work. He tried to make love to me but he couldn't. He didn't want to try again because that wasn't him. He was different. And this weekend, he is doing overnights with his male friend from work. He is where he wants to be. We all need to accept Brian and help him out of this so-called marriage that he was pressured into. It's no one's fault. I'm not a failure. I took it as him being angry with me but maybe he was angry with himself also and with the situation. I was now much more empathetic towards him and wanted to help him be free to be himself and also feel loved and accepted. I didn't want him to feel like a failure. I knew what that felt like.
And it was only after Phil strapping my ass, that I was able to open up and share with him how badly our marriage had failed. I'm sure that he shared with Barbara the details of our failed marriage. And she felt my pain of loneliness and rejection.
In the morning, when I heard them downstairs having breakfast, I didn't bother to get dressed. I felt very comfortable around them so I just put on a light nightgown and went downstairs. They both smiled and looked very lovingly at me in my thinly veiled nudity. As we had coffee and a great breakfast, I raised the issue of Brian. I suggested that we all need to help him to be free to be himself and feel loved and accepted for who he is. Now that we all realized that Brian and I did not belong married, we all felt determined to make things right for all of us including Brian.
I saw Barbara give Phil a look with a nod after which he said to me "we now realize you are going through a very difficult and stressful time in your life. Would you like me to massage you after breakfast? I didn't hesitate to accept his offer.
After breakfast, we cleared up the kitchen and Barbara said to me "go enjoy your massage, dear, and make sure he gets any areas that would make you feel better." I smiled and gave her a warm hug. Then I pulled off my nightgown and followed Phil into the other room, naked as a jaybird, with everybody happily grinning. "Do you mind if we do my backside first? I know it's had a lot of attention lately but there is still some tenderness. And then I can roll over so you can do my front side which has been totally neglected for ages."
"Whatever you would like, Birdie, is fine with us. If I get to any areas that feel exceptionally good and you would like me to linger there, just let me know." He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down in a very enjoyable manner paying a lot of attention to my bottom which I am always happy to receive. After massaging my back, bottom, legs, thighs, ankles and my feet, I turned over onto my back so he could massage my front.
He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down very thoroughly and enjoyably. He did my chest, my stomach, my thighs and all around my mound without touching my private parts. As he was going down my legs, I told him my inner thighs are very tender especially my upper inner thighs. As he was massaging me very delightfully on one of my very special places so very close to my throbbing womanhood, I couldn't resist asking him "a little higher please?"
Now he was right up against me. He felt so good. I basked in the incredibly delightful sensations. "That feels spectacular. Now, please make small circles." I couldn't help but ask. And with each circle the side of his hand grazed my womanhood. Every time I was touched, I let out a moan. I knew everybody could tell where I was going with this. And we were all very happy for me. As he circled around, each time my moans grew louder. I reached down and pressed his hand against my womanhood and let out a very loud joyful moan. I gyrated my hips while rubbing his hand against me. I was swept away. I had one incredible loud endless release. And I felt so joyful and so loved and so very happy. Then Phil continued down my thighs and legs to my ankles and feet. After he finished, I got up and I gave Phil and Barbara loving hugs as they hugged me back. We went back into the kitchen and had a little more coffee and everyone was very happy. And nobody minded that I was still very comfortably naked as a jaybird.
To be continued...
