After nearly 50 years of marriage, a couple was lying in bed one evening when the wife felt her husband begin to massage her in ways he hadn’t done in quite some time.
It almost tickled as his fingers caressed her neck and then her shoulders. His hand moved down her side to the small of her back and over her stomach. He slowly worked his way lower, passing gently over her buttock and down her leg to her calf. Then, he proceeded up her inner thigh, stopping just at the uppermost portion of her leg. He continued in the same manner on her right side.
She had become quite aroused by his caressing when he suddenly rolled over and became silent.
“Honey that was wonderful. Why did you stop?” she asked in a loving voice.
To which he responded: “I found the remote.”
Connie Taxdal
