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It was the end of another long day for both of the Byrdes. They had just come back home after having dinner at the Snells’ and even though it went surprisingly well, they were both exhausted.
After getting home and checking on the kids, they both went to their bedroom and Wendy took a shower while Marty checked the status of the shell accounts on his laptop. After a few minutes, Wendy comes out of the bathroom, dressed in her pajamas and massaging her shoulder.
“Your shoulder bothering you?” Marty asks, glancing up from his laptop screen.
“Yeah, I think I pulled something when I was driving home from the funeral,” Wendy replies, wincing. “I thought a hot shower would help, but it still hurts.”
“Well…I could give you a massage, if you want,” he says, closing his laptop.
“Really?” she asks, surprised. “You don’t have to if you have something else-“
“Honey, it’s fine. Just come here,” he says, stopping her. He moves his laptop to his end table, and she gets on the bed and sits cradled in his arms, her back to him and his legs spread open against hers. “Where does it hurt?”
She moves her hair and grabs the middle of her right shoulder, and he replaces her hand with the heel of his palm, applying firm pressure on it. She sighs and relaxes in his arms, slouching down slightly.
“Is this good or do you want more pressure?” He asks.
“No, no, it’s perfect, thank you honey,” she says, moaning lightly at the tension being released.
“Wow, you are really tense right here, Wendy. Is something stressing you out?” She laughs loudly at his sarcasm, a sound he hasn’t heard in a while. Of course, he knows full well that they are both struggling every day to keep everything from crashing down around them.
“Yeah, they didn’t have any chicken wings at Costco,” she jokes back, thinking about the times when that really was the biggest issue of her day.
“Is that why we had deer for dinner?” he asks, earning another laugh from her.
He continues massaging her shoulders for a while, working hard to get the kinks out and applying pressure with his thumbs. She closes her eyes and focuses on how good his hands feel against her skin and how nice it is that he’s doing this for her.
Even though Marty really did offer to do this with the purest of intentions, he can feel himself getting hard at the sounds she makes, the little sighs that escape her involuntarily, the feeling of her warm body against his.
He moves his mouth closer to Wendy’s neck, so that every exhale of his hits her skin rhythmically. He can tell she’s getting goosebumps and her breathing is getting heavier, so he kisses her neck gently while still massaging her shoulder. She leans into the kiss, so he continues kissing and sucking on her neck, just enough to pleasure her but not leave a mark. Not that he doesn’t want to, but he knew she’d kill him if he did. Her moaning gets louder, and she leans her head to give him more access to her neck.
He moves his mouth to just below her ear and kisses her, moaning softly. He kisses her roughly and his hands moves around to cup her tits and she whimpers as his thumbs graze her nipples. He keeps one hand on her breast while the other finds its way to her center.
“Marty- oh my god,” she moans, as he touches her through her shorts. She’s so wet already for him already and she’s still fully clothed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans. He reaches down beneath her underwear and teases her entrance with his fingers, causing her to whimper.
“Marty, please,” she moans again, her hands gripping his knees.
She turns her head to him, and he kisses her forehead as he slides two fingers into her. She sighs deeply, the pleasure overwhelming her. It felt so good to forget about all of the bullshit they’ve been dealing with lately- the businesses being shut down, Wilkes thinking he could build a property on the Snells’ land, Tim Blake’s death, the gaming commission. Her husband’s fingers are pumping in and out of her while she’s nestled in his arms and that’s the only thing on her mind right now.
She can feel his erection pressing up against her back, bringing her closer to the edge. He rubs her clit quickly with one hand while the other continues to finger her. Her walls tighten around him, and she moans his name loudly.
He kisses her forehead again as she comes down from her climax. She turns around to face him and kisses him hungrily. She grabs the fingers that were inside her and sucks on them, tasting herself on him. Marty moans at the sensation and closes his eyes.
“Lie back, baby,” she says against his fingers, her voice husky and with a slight Southern drawl that she probably didn’t notice.
He lies back on his forearms so he can watch Wendy lean down to lick the shaft of his cock. Marty moans again, his breathing heavy and his heart racing. She takes the head of his cock in her mouth and begins sucking. Her tongue swirls over the tip and she smiles against him as he sighs.
“You feel so good, honey,” he moans as he strokes her hair.
She bobs her head up and down, taking him in deeper and deeper each time. She alternates between kissing and sucking his cock and she moans when he starts thrusting himself inside her, forcing himself deeper down her throat. The vibrations run through his cock, and he lets out a loud grunt as he comes, throwing his head back. She licks up his load and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. She lets him catch his breath as she nestles herself in his arms.
“My shoulder feels so much better now, thank you,” she says, cuddling him and draping her arm across his body.
“Next time you pull another muscle, just let me know,” he replies, reaching for his lamp to turn off the light. They fall asleep in each other’s arms and get a good night’s sleep for once, grateful they have each other to lean on when things get tense.