A Quick Favor

Tim awoke the sounds of more creaking and thudding in the bedroom. More massaging. Tim struggled to make sense of it. Who needed that much massaging? And it sounded a lot like… “nevermind,” he told himself.

The sun was already up. Tim peeled his face off the leather couch and wiped the drool from his face. He did not feel rested. He stayed up late, preoccupied with a combination of horniness and dread. The bad butterflies continued to unsettle his stomach.

Evelyn shrieked and moaned thoroughly enjoying her massage. After a time, the girls finally finished, and he heard them getting dressed. The bedroom door opened and the two girls emerged together. Tim closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

“Shhh, he’s still sleeping, I don’t think he heard us this morning.” Tim could hear the glee in his wife’s voice as she snuck past him towards the front door.

“I have to go take care of some other clients today, be good and do what I told you. OK?” Millie’s voice was deeper and more commanding than usual, perhaps she was still waking up.

“Of course, I’ll be a good girl! Mwahh!”

Tim heard Evelyn’s lips smack as she gave a big exaggerated kiss. He couldn’t tell if it was a mouth kiss or an air kiss, but his mind wandered and his cock stiffened in his pants.

The front door clicked shut with the same soft finality as before. Tim lay still for another long minute, then opened his eyes. Tim sat up. His neck cracked. He rubbed at his neck and glanced toward the hallway. The bedroom door was still ajar, sheets visible in a rumpled stripe across the mattress. He stood, joints protesting, and walked down the hall on autopilot.

He showered quickly, mechanically, avoiding his own reflection in the fogged mirror. When he came out in a towel, Evelyn was already in the kitchen.

Tim shuffled into the kitchen, still damp from the shower.

"Morning, honey," he said, voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning." She smiled over her shoulder, small and polite, then turned back to the coffee maker.

Tim stepped closer. He slid his arms around her waist from behind, pressing his chest to her back. His morning wood nudged against the curve of her ass through the robe and shirt. "You smell good," he murmured, lips brushing her neck.

Evelyn stiffened just slightly. She patted his forearm once, then gently pried his hands off her hips. "Coffee's almost ready. You want some?"

Tim blinked, caught off guard by her smooth deflection. "Yeah. Sure." He stepped back, adjusting himself discreetly. "Sleep okay?"

"Like a rock." She poured two mugs without looking at him. "Millie really knows how to wear a girl out."

He **** a chuckle. "Sounded like quite the workout. Or massage. Whatever it was."

Evelyn handed him a mug. Her fingers brushed his for half a second. "It was intense. Good intense. My whole body feels so much looser now."

“Loose? What do you mean?”

“It just felt so good to be really stretched out, you know what I mean? No one’s ever given me that feeling the way Millie could.”

“Oh, so she does stretching as well? Like yoga?”

“Of course! Millie says that stretching me out is one of the most important parts of our works together. She really opened me up yesterday.”

“I’m so happy for you, and you look sexier than ever, you’re glowing. Seeing you all sweaty from working out yesterday, I’ve just never seen you like that. I like it.”

She glanced down at herself, then back up at him. A tiny smile, more amused than flattered. "Thanks, babe.”

With that, Evelyn headed for the shower herself, leaving Tim alone again in the kitchen.

Later that day, they were on the couch watching some home renovation show. Evelyn had her legs tucked under her, scrolling her phone. Tim stretched an arm along the back of the couch behind her, his fingers grazing her shoulder.

She shifted forward an inch. Not enough to be rude, just enough to break contact. "This episode is crazy. They're tearing out the whole kitchen."

"Yeah," he said. "Wild."

His hand hovered, uncertain, then settled on her knee instead. He rubbed slow circles with his thumb. "You know... we haven't really had a chance to be alone together since yesterday morning."

Evelyn kept her eyes on the screen. "Mmm. We've both been busy."

"I'm not busy now." His voice dropped lower. "And you look so good. I've been thinking about you all morning."

She finally looked at him. Her expression was soft, almost sympathetic. "That's sweet, Tim. Really." She leaned over and pecked his cheek, quick and dry. "Maybe later? I'm still a little sore from all the... stretching."

He swallowed disappointment. "Right. Sure. No rush."

Lunch was sandwiches. They ate at the kitchen table. Tim kept stealing glances at her chest where the shirt gaped open when she reached for the chips. After they finished he cleared the plates, then came up behind her again while she rinsed a glass.

His hands settled on her hips. He pressed forward, letting her feel how hard he was. "Evelyn..."

She turned off the faucet. Turned in his arms. Looked up at him with those same calm eyes. "Tim, honey. I'm really not in the mood right now. My body's kind of... used up."

He searched her face. "Used up?"

"From training." She said it simply, like it explained everything. "Millie pushed me hard. Everything's tender. You understand, right?"

He nodded even though he didn't. "Yeah. Of course."

She kissed his jaw, light and friendly. "You're the best."

The rest of the day passed unceremoniously. It was a Sunday and neither of them had anything planned. Tim mowed the lawn and Evelyn cooked dinner. Everything seemed almost normal.

When Tim finally got up from the couch and entered the bedroom, Evelyn was already in bed. She sat propped against the headboard, knees drawn up, a paperback open in her lap. The bedside lamp cast a warm circle over her face. She turned a page without looking up.

She was wearing an enticing white bra, her nipples almost visible through the sheer fabric. Evelyn’s breasts were so large that they spilled down onto the book in her lap so she had to lean back a bit every time she turned the page.

Tim climbed onto his side of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He couldn't stop staring at her tits. He was already hard by the time he got under the covers. Evelyn kept reading.

He watched her for a minute. The way her chest rose and fell, one of her nipples peaking out as she shifted her weight.

"Honey," he said quietly.

She turned another page.

"Evelyn.” Tim persisted.

Her eyes flicked to him for half a second, then back to the book. "What?"

"I've been thinking about you all day." He shifted closer. "I mean... really thinking about you. We haven't... you know… in a long time."

She sighed through her nose. “Tim. I'm reading."

"Please." His voice cracked a little. "Just... let me feel close to you. I've been hard since breakfast, since yesterday! It's killing me."

"Fine," she said. "But make it quick. I want to finish this chapter before I sleep."

She reached over without sitting up fully. Her hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, he book still open on her lap. Fingers wrapped around him. He was already leaking. She pulled him out, her grip loose and dry at first.

Tim groaned. "God. Thank you."

“I thought you said you were already hard, Tim.”

“I am hard, look at me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”

She glanced down at her husband’s manhood. Was he always this small? She remembered nights when she used to think he was decently endowed, at least average. Thick enough, long enough to feel something. Now it felt... insignificant. It barely filled her palm. She could circle it completely with thumb and forefinger and still have room to spare.

She started stroking slowly. Her movements were mechanical. Her eyes drifted back to the open book. She kept up a steady rhythm. Up and down, she was merely fulfilling an obligation.

Evelyn started to read her book again. Her strokes became looser and slower until she stopped.

“Evelyn.” Tim looked over at her wantingly.

“Oh, right.” She started again, not even looking over at him.

When she stopped again only seconds later, Tim grabbed her hands and moved them for her until she started to move on her own again.

It was enough for Tim. More than enough. He had been edged by his own imagination for hours. Less than a minute from when she started, Tim was already squirming.

"Evelyn..." he panted. "I'm... fuck, I'm close already."

She didn't speed up. Didn't slow down. Didn't say anything. She kept pumping while she stared at her book like she was waiting for a timer to go off.

He bucked his hips involuntarily, then he came. Thin spurts landed across her knuckles and the back of her hand, the rest splashing across the bottom of his stomach. Was that it?

Evelyn's nose wrinkled. She pulled her hand away fast, holding it out like it was contaminated.

Tim lay there panting, dazed and grateful. "That was... thank you, baby. I needed that so bad."

She reached for a tissue from the box on her side. Wiped her hand roughly, then another tissue, then balled them both up and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. Her lip curled just slightly.

"You're welcome," she said, and turned back to her book.

Tim caught his breath. Evelyn didn't seem very into it, but he still felt so much relief. He tugged his boxers back up and rolled onto his side to face her. "I love you."

"Mmm, me too honey." She adjusted the lamp so the light fell better on the page. "Night, Tim."

Tim rolled over onto his other side, his horny brain finally at rest. His mind drifted back to Millie. The sounds of the mattress. The shower. He pushed his thoughts out and focused on getting some sleep. He was headed back to work tomorrow and needed some rest.