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Fred's feet hurt.
He kicks open the front door, kicking his shoes off and peeling the socks off. His bag hits the floor with a thud. He sighs, not even caring if anything fragile breaks inside. He's just tired and wants to sleep.
''That you, Fred?'' His wife's heavenly voice comes from the bedroom. Fred sighs in relief. After a long day at work, dealing with his rude coworkers, Fred knows the only person who can make his day better.
''Yeah,'' Fred calls.
''Come here and I'll give you a message to make you feel better.'' Brenda knows how stressed out Fred's work makes him and wants to rid him of some of that stress.
He doesn't even have to wait for Brenda's command before making a beeline for the bedroom.
Fred finds Brenda sprawled on the bed, watching a movie in her usual bedtime. Brenda turns off the Tv and turns her full attention to Fred once he plops down on the bed. Without a word, she sits behind Fred and wraps her legs around Fred's waist. ''Off, please,'' she says, tugging at Fred's grey shirt. He immediately pulls it off a long with his pants and tosses them carelessly on the floor in front of the bed.
Fred's eyebrows raise when he hears the pop of a cap. The scent of lavender fills his nostrils. He smirks slightly. ''You were planning this, weren't you?''
''Figured you might need this after your shift. You always seem so stressed out.'' She replies simply. She rubs the oil between her hands and starts to rub the knots in Fred's shoulders. Fred lets out a sigh of relief as Brenda's fingers trace over his back and play connect the dots with the very few freckles across his back.
Brenda rubs across a particular bad spot on his back and Fred really can't hold back the moan that escapes him. He's starting to feel like total putty in his wife's arms.
As Brenda massages Fred's back, she starts to leave some warm, open mouthed kisses on the back of Fred's neck. Fred can feel Brenda's arms running all over his back and feels one hand coming to trace the waistband of his boxers.
''May I?'' Fred hears Brenda murmur against his neck. He can just feel her smile behind his back. You little shit.
''Okay,'' Fred says shakily. He exhales slowly as Brenda slips her free hand in his boxers. Another moan escapes Fred as Brenda's warm, slick hand encircles the base of his rock-hard cock. God, Fred definitely missed her today, Brenda could tell.
Brenda starts with firm but gentle strokes, up and down and occasionally running her thumb over the head. Fred jolts the first time Brenda touches his cock, but Brenda keeps him in position with her legs wrapped around Fred's waist.
''You need this, don't you?'' Brenda says in a teasing voice against Fred's ear. Fred can't form a full sentence, not even a word when he's being given a hand job right now.
''Hnnnnghh,'' Fred groans, ''Brenda, please, Brenda...!''
''Shhh, baby, it's okay. You can come, it's all about you.''
Fred arches his back and lets go, his hips bucking into the warm fist Brenda makes with her hand as he finally comes. He slowly comes back, registering the tissue Brenda has and is cleaning them both up.
''Thank you,'' Fred says quietly. ''I love you, B.''
Brenda just chuckles quietly as she gets off of Fred and shares a gentle kiss with him. ''You're welcome. Want dinner?''
''Sure. Just Wash your hands, please,'' Fred replied.