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Deep Massage

By Tina Long

Copyright@2018 by Tina Long

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

I still wasn't sure if Marcus was serious because for the first time ever, he'd agreed with me on something. That just simply never happened. After only a few minutes, there we were already getting started on what to me was the most important thing in my life and what I hoped wasn't just a joke to him. I loved my husband, but I just couldn't trust him when it came to these things.

He pressed his lips against mine, this had been an amazing day and treat after what transpired last night. We had had a life changing argument about when to have kids. Part of me knew that he was buttering me up for something but just couldn’t wrap my finger around it. He held my oily waist and moved closer to me.

I should push him away….” I thought but the kisses were too good and pushing away would be seriously embarrassing.

After six years of marriage he knew what to do, what button to push or not to push, at a certain point he added a new trick that made me scream and feel like I was on fire. He stopped and looked at me, deep into my eyes. It was as if he was waiting for a certain reaction.

“Relax...” he started, “I got you, just lay down and let’s make that miracle.” I became confused by this statement. What did he mean exactly? Being married to Marcus for six long years should at least make him predictable by now but the guy was like a game of chessleaving any clue behind and mastering new tactics.

This style of massage had been adopted from Karma Sutra or at least that was what he had told me. Marcus had assured me that this was what was needed to get me relaxed for our session. He'd apparently done a lot of research on his part.

His hands went through my oily back and stopped at my behind where he took an increasingly amount of time.

“Seriously, come on!” I said while turning. "We are trying to make a baby. I'm not playing around with you Marcus.”

His reaction was frightening it was as if he was disappointed with my reaction. Marcus took a hand towel that was next to him, wiped his hands and put on his clothes without a single word.

“I will be waiting for you in the car… make sure you take a shower first because of the oil,“ he said walking out of the room. I tried yelling his name and trying to get him back into the room, but it was too late I had already bust that bubble.

The bathroom was covered in beautiful red and white petals that screamed the words, “I love you Charlotte.” This made me feel even more guilty, but come on even a commercial worker would tell you that his actions were too much.

I walked to the car and found him asleep. I guess he might have argued with himself before falling asleep. He had a tendency to yell until he got too sleepy to go on. I needed to do something to make up for getting him this annoyed. I crept into his arms and listened to his heartbeat, the car seat was excruciatingly painful, but I just wanted to listen to his beautiful heart. My actions might have woken him up, I crossed my fingers in fear thinking that he was going to start a fight.

Instead he kissed my forehead and said he loved me. He took my hand in his and placed it on his chest, slid down and went back to sleep. The smell of his perfume was a turn on and it was hard to fall asleep. He knew the effect it had on me and must have planned it.

The next day, I sat outside with a basket of roses and waited for Marcs to get home. I wanted to make up for how I had acted before and this seemed like the best way to do it. The robe I had on was a bit short and the neighbors kept looking and pointing at me and I have to admit at a certain point I felt like a pervert. Finally Marcus pulled into the driveway removed his coat and covered me with it.

“I love and thank you, but let’s get inside unless you want to catch a cold,” he said pulling me inside.

As soon as we opened the door he let out a laugh and pulled me towards him then removed my robe and kissed my neck. I pulled awayand looked into his eyes.

“I had a lot of things planned out for us tonight, you at least have to wait and….” I started.

Marcus squeezed me closer to him pressed his lips against mine and said, “I don’t care, it’s the thought that counts. Marcus carried me to the bedroom and undressed me, threw me on the bed and again pressed his lips against mine. He held my hair back and kissed my neck sweetly. He made love to me repeatedly until I just couldn't take it anymore then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up and looked around. Marcus had already left the bedroom and I kept on wondering where and why he left me alone after making sweet love. I put on my robe and headed down stairs, he was sitting on the couch naked.

"I thought I'd give you that massage now," he offered.

He was gentle, but at the same time very attentive to my feeling. He rubbed my back with that scented oil that he had bought from before. I loved every moment of it and as I lay on the table, I knew that this was the man for me. I'd made absolutely no mistake in making him my husband.

After rounds of having sex, we cuddled in front of the television watching movies. After watching a series of romance and day dreaming fiction we finally fell asleep naked and on each other.

Marcus held my hand strongly and tightly as we waited for the doctor to come back with the test results, it had been months since we had started trying and we were seriously praying for a beautiful miracle. The doctor came in with the results in his hands, he looked at us and smiled, “Congratulations, you are four months pregnant…” He waited for us to be super excited with the news before he could drop another major bombshell.

“Congratulations again, you are having more than one child…: Marcus jumped up in excitement

“Twins! Twins! I am going to be the proud father of twins...” he yelled.

As he was celebrating with super excitement, I was super nervous and anxious until the doctor decided to burst the bubble and added “No sir, you are having triplets!”

Those words pierced my heart and made me feel a combination of feelings I couldn’t explain. Marcus on the hand was on the floor in shock and I couldn’t tell if he was upset due to the dent our finances would hit or due to the fact that triplets meant no more or deficient sex either way we both knew the night the three beauties were conceived was on the day we both took on massaging as a sexual trait.

The End

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