The Pillow Fight

Sometimes it's all about immediate gratification. I just want to jerk it and cum. Other times it's about sensuality and the joy of the experience. I want to make the feeling last as long as possible. This time it was different. It started as a simple massage but grew into an exercise in trust and relationship building. It was a pillow fight with a different twist.

My wife Geri and I were about to unwind from the workweek by having a night of "soft-core role playing." This night she was going to be the masseuse and I the horny client. The role-playing was just an excuse to get us started and usually we dropped the premise within a few minutes. It was the set-up of the situation that provided an extra bit on mental stimulation. And that always seemed to translate into a heightened physical experience. Like other nights we knew where we were starting but we didn't know where we'd end up.

After dinner was over we said goodnight. She disappeared into the master bathroom and I relaxed in the living room. We had an appointment that started in fifteen minutes and that gave us just enough time to get in the spirit of our upcoming encounter.

At the top of the hour I knocked on the bedroom door and Geri answered with the proper attire and attitude. She was dressed as a massage therapist wearing gym shorts, a t-shirt and gym shoes. Handing me a robe she told me to get undressed and lie on the bed and she'd return in a few moments.

She came back holding an arm full of towels and a bottle of massage lotion. It was time for the fun to begin.

"Hello Mr. Jones. I'm Susie and I'm your massage therapist," she said as she made up our names. "Tell me why you're here and what you expect."

After I told her I'd had a stressful week and felt tension in my shoulders and back she lowered my robe. When I told her the tension went all the way down to my thighs she pulled the robe off completely and coved my butt with a towel.

"I have quite a bit of experience helping men relive their tension so relax and let me take care of you."

With that she began a wonderful therapeutic yet sensual massage. After a few moments I drifted off into an erotic dream-like state. I became so engrossed in my thoughts that I lost track of what Geri AKA Susie was doing to my body. But apparently my penis was in touch both with my thoughts and Geri's hands because it became fully erect. At least as fully erect as it could with me lying on my stomach.

Then just like they had a mind of their own, and of course they do, my hips and my cock started slowly but surely moving with an unmistakable thrusting movement.

"Mr. Jones just what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"You were too. You were fucking the bed weren't you?"

With a fresh handful of massage lotion Geri began rubbing the inside of my thighs. When her fingers reached my balls she asked again.

"You were fucking the bed weren't you? Tell me your secrets baby."

When I felt her hands leave my body I wondered what she was doing. When her t-shirt fell by my head I understood. When her bra hit the bed my thrusting motion started again. Her hands found their way back to my balls and with a gentle squeeze she urged me to keep going. When she lied down on my back I felt her tits press into my skin.

Pressing her mouth next to my ear she whispered in a sexy voice, "When you tell me your sexy secrets I get so hot."

"If you take off your pants I will."

When her shorts hit the bed I began to tell her something I hadn't thought of in years. When I was a teenager I used to wake up in the middle of the night fucking the bed. By the time I realized what I was doing it was too late. I didn't even care that I was going to have to sleep in my own wet spot I just had to cum.

Now Geri had positioned herself on top of one of my legs. She was humping my thigh as I was jumping the bed.

"I have a secret too. What to hear it?"

"Uh-huh. Tell me."

"When I was a girl I used to fuck my pillow."

She proceeded to tell me that on a regular basis she'd put her pillow between her legs and not so much fuck it but use it to "rub off." Her habit occurred almost nightly for a couple of years before she grew out of it.

"Have you ever fucked a pillow?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

Before I could answer she's grabbed one and told me to roll over. As I rolled onto my side she placed it under my hips and told me to hold tight for a second. With a fresh hand full of lotion she began stroking my cock.

"Now lay down and fuck this pillow until you cum."

As I started to get my rhythm going she reached up for another pillow. Lying on her side next to me she put the pillow between her legs and rolled up next to me.

"When I was a girl I used to dream my pillow was my husband and he made love to me every night. He held me close and never went away."

"When I was a boy I used to imagine that there was a girl who loved me so much she'd beg to fuck me."

"Fuck me, hold me. Cum for me."

I propped myself up on my elbows and turned to kiss her. With one hand sliding down my back and the other down my stomach to my cock Geri pressed her hands into my body as I pressed my tongue into her mouth. As her hand slide down my cock I erupted with cum. She pressed herself tightly into the pillow and with a furious pace made love to it just like old times. But this time her hand was filled with my cum as my hands made their way over her moist flesh. When she came we both realized our dreams had come true and we embraced the fact our adolescent fantasies had turned into our adult reality.

It must have been for old times sake but I enjoyed sleeping on the wet spot and having a sticky stomach. Geri kept the pillow between her legs and throughout the night let out a soft a sexy moan letting me know she'd cum again.

When I got home the next night there were two big wrapped presents waiting on the bed. There was a card on the top that read, "Care for a pillow fight?" Not wanting to cum all over our brand new pillows. I put them at the head of the bed. This time I told Geri to get undressed because I was going to give her a massage.

No we didn't fuck our pillows that night but we did fuck each other. With a renewed sense of passion and a deeper level of understanding we comforted each other like a warm bed with a familiar pillow. Our bodies had found a perfect fit and so had our hearts.