This is my first story - hope you all like it...
My wife Mia came home from a long day of work. Actually, since it was Friday, this ended a rather difficult week for her. As a teacher, she deals with quite a bit from the children, their parents and some of the administration. Appreciate the good teachers of the world - they deserve it. Anyway, I cooked her dinner while she had a glass of wine and rested on the couch for a little bit. After eating, which also included two more glasses of Shiraz, she announced that she was going to go take a long, hot shower. I told her that when she was done, she should come down and I'd rub some moisturizer body cream into her legs, feet and arms. It was winter and she often gets dry skin. She thought that sounded like a good idea.
About ten minutes after she went up to the bathroom, there was a knock at the door. I went and saw it was my good friend Garrett; he lives in the same town and stops by from time to time. He said that there was a hockey game on and wondered if I wanted to watch it. I grabbed a few beers and we went into the living room and turned the game on. We talked for a bit about some new players on our favorite team, but after a while we grew silent and focused on the game. As we both play hockey, we often watch games quietly on a somewhat cerebral level and analyze plays as they happen.
Mia finished her shower and came downstairs and I heard her walk into the kitchen. I had actually forgotten about what I had said until she turned into the living room, another glass of wine in hand, talking about her week.
"And then do you know what her mother said to me about her...," she suddenly stopped and realized Garrett was there. We both looked at her; she was wearing one of my button down shirts with clearly no bra underneath. Her lean legs, still shiny from the water in the shower, were bare as she had no pants on. She is 27 years old, stands approximately 5' 4" and her athletic little body weighs just over 100 pounds. Her perky 34B breasts gave a nice shape to the blue flannel she had on and her hair, still slightly damp, hung past her shoulders.
"Oh my god. I'm so embarrassed," she said as she started backing up to the kitchen.
"No, this is my fault," Garrett said as he began to get up. "I'll go."
"No, actually it's mine," I started. "Don't leave."
Mia liked Garrett, he was a good friend to us both. "Yeah, don't leave. I'll just go and throw some more clothes on." With that she turned really quickly and I saw a flash of her white panties. She had on a pair of the cute shorts style underwear that I liked.
"Wait," I began. Even though I knew the answer I asked "Mia, do you have underwear on?"
"Um, yeah. Why?" she responded.
"Well, then it's ok. It's just Garrett and then it is no big deal," I replied.
"Yeah, and I even saw you in a bikini during the summer," Garrett said with a laugh. Mia just turned back towards us and gave him a goofy and sarcastic look for his comment.
"Come on, sit down with us and watch the game. I'll give you a backrub too." With that, Mia just shrugged her shoulders and sat on the couch with us. My shirt she had on was long enough that it covered her abdomen. The flannel itself actually ran halfway to her knees. She sat on the couch between Garrett and I with her back towards me and her feet pointed towards him. In order to keep the shirt on her correctly she kept her knees together and pulled down on it occasionally. Throughout the next 15 minutes she gave us details of the troubles she had been dealing with while sipping more on her wine. I gently massaged her back, kneading out knots in her shoulders. Garrett got up and got us each another beer. When he returned, Mia placed her feet on him.
"Is that ok?" Mia said.
"Oh, that's fine," he answered. Then he asked, "Do you want me to rub your feet?"
"Oh that would feel so good. I've been standing a lot lately," she stated.
With that, both Garrett and I continued to de-stress Mia from her tough week. I began to rub her head a little. She responded by closing her eyes and saying that the two of us were giving her treatment fit for a queen. I looked down at Garrett; he was still watching the game but would occasionally look at Mia's feet and legs all the way up until her shirt. With her legs tightly together he really couldn't see anything. His point was right though - he did see her in a bikini that revealed far more than what she was wearing now.
Mia took another long sip of her wine and I moved my hands to her neck, something she loved to have rubbed. Often when we are fooling around, I'll put my hands all over her body; but when I touch her neck it really gets her hot. After doing this for a few minutes I could actually see through her shirt that her nipples were getting hard. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I suddenly had an odd idea. Mia had been through a lot - her job was a great deal of work and she got little appreciation from anyone outside of the children in her class. We are a strong couple, we love each other greatly and I thought about how the last few months had been draining for her. She was in a bit of a rut, she was both physically and emotionally drained. She talked from time to time about giving all of herself to the kids and how every action she makes only causes more work. I thought for a few moments about how something 'different' may re-energize her. I wasn't sure how 'different' I was prepared for, but I decided a little push of some boundaries for her could be exciting.
"Hey Garrett," I called out, "next to the couch is some body lotion. Can you rub that into Mia's legs for her?"
He paused for a second and then said, "Sure." I felt Mia squirm a little like she was trying to turn to look at me. She never opened her eyes, though.
I continued to rub her neck gently as I watched Garrett massage the lotion into her feet. He appeared a little reluctant at first to start moving above her ankles, but slowly worked his way up her lower legs. As Mia was leaning up against me, I could tell by the change in her breathing that having two men rubbing her body was having an effect. Garrett moved on to her calves and worked his hands over the curves of her legs. As he approached her knees, she let her left foot fall to the side and opened her legs a little. I actually watched as his eyes traced the lines of her thighs up to her underwear, where only a thin piece of material was separating her most intimate parts from his view. What a great view it was too!
As he worked on her knees and massaged them, I took the lotion with one hand as I moved my attention from her neck to her upper chest. Her top two buttons were undone, so this gave me easy access. I stayed around her shoulders and didn't move to her breasts. I kneaded her shoulders and occasionally swept my hands through her hair. As I repeated this over and over, I watched Mia's chest rise and fall.
"Mia, I'm just going to rub some of this into your stomach, ok?" I eventually asked.
She actually moaned quietly and responded by saying, "How are you going to do that?"