Hello and welcome to Under Pressure! This story is already fully written, I will be releasing it here in a few chunks. Those of you also reading In The Mirror may recognize a couple of names. Jay and Lucy are the same starting personality, just... a bit different circumstances. This series will feature a loving couple, mental influence, transformations, and massages. At the same time, I tried my best to stay as uplifting, positive, and wholesome as possible throughout. It was a story I realized I couldn't find elsewhere, so I wrote it myself.
The first chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but there is plenty to enjoy here.
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"Yes, YES, right there! Harder!"
I should probably explain. It wasn't what you're thinking, not yet anyway. Despite having my sexy wife naked on the bed, all that was happening was a massage. My name is Jay, hers is Lucy, and we were just an ordinary pair of empty-nesters. Maybe a bit young, we got started... early. Ahem. So here we are, late 40s, three kids off at college or on their own, newly moved into an apartment in the city, and I was apparently giving my wife the massage of her life.
Lucy never did quite believe me when I said how much I loved how she looked. Not even after more than two decades of a fairly active sex life and constant reassurance. Standing adorably small at 5'1", with a formerly fit and skinny frame that got a little bit of padding after three kids. Dark tan skin owing to a drop or two of Native American somewhere in her family history, nice hips, and boobs that got promoted to barely-C about eighteen years ago with her last pregnancy and had not quite managed to keep it. It was her eyes that would hook you, though. Bright blue, with hints of light hazel that looked like a starburst. She once told me that the first time I described them to her was the first time she was attracted to me. I replied then that LOOKING at them was the first time I was attracted to her. Works out. Cute little nose, dirty blonde hair that hid most of its gray fairly well, and relatively thin lips complete the picture, and the brain behind them was nothing to sneeze at. Former section lead for a university's IT support shop, she spent just a little too long out of the game taking care of our kids. Despite this, she still kept well-read on the topics and could hang with the best of them.
Also naked, lightly oiled, and moaning in ecstasy from the massage I was applying to her back after a week of moving. Needless to say, I was tenting my jeans.
Ah, yeah. Then there's me. Mister average. Also in the IT field, though in my case I taught it at a local community college. About 5'9", hair that was more salt than pepper these days, a bit overweight. I don't look into mirrors much, not when I can look at my wife instead. She tells me she likes my voice and my eyes (baritone and brown, respectively). I just feel like I got lucky and hooked her before she realized she was out of my league. One piece of me was above average, though, the piece that was currently making it a bit difficult to move around as it tented my jeans. I'm not going to claim to be hung like a porn star, but she has never once complained about that.
My hands had been traveling up to the left and right of her spine, down in that delicious dip before it started coming back up to the shoulder blades, when I hit a point that was definitely resisting more than it should. Leaning into it prompted the above cries of pleasure, and with a sudden release it gave way. From the way she was panting, and the way her skin was flushed, more than the point on her back had released. The distinctly sweet smell of sex, despite the fact that no such thing had occurred, confirmed it. That was new. I'd been giving her massages for 25 years, knew her body probably better than I knew my own, and never once had she orgasmed from that alone. I'd have to remember that one.
"How... did you
DO
that?" She was still panting.
"Not sure, love. Just found a point, you know?"
"Do you need to grab a sharpie and mark it forever?" She looked like she was only half joking.
I laughed a bit. She still looked serious, so I got serious. Naked, panting, oiled wife will do that to you. "Tell you what, I think I've heard about pressure points and spots like that. Want me to do some research and see if I can try it out on you later?"
Her eyes lit up. I hadn't gone into today planning to go research acupressure, but the way she was reaching for my pants went a long way towards convincing me it was a good idea. When my pent-up penis almost smacked her in the face on release, the single minded intensity with which she took me into her mouth and went to town would have gotten me to do just about anything.
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That had been early afternoon. She kept me busy enough for the next hour that neither of us felt like cooking, nor going out. After ordering pizza and breaking out the fancy plates (AKA paper towels), we were ready for bed. She settled in and passed out with uncharacteristic speed. Me, though? Unlike our normal overnight cuddles, I opened up my laptop in a chair by our bed and got to some serious research.
Just trying to plug "pressure points" into a search engine wasn't particularly helpful. 50% massage tips that I largely already knew, but with a mystical-sounding writer. A lot of the rest was media references. Yes, I know that Naruto has several characters who use them, so does Slay the Spire and Avatar. Not particularly helpful, though it reminded me that I hadn't watched the latter in a bit. After a lot of sifting and digging, plus some nifty Google Dorks, I hit something that looked more promising.
