A Devious Homage

Tim turns back to the bed. He drips some oil into his palms and rubs them slowly together. Then he begins to work his hands over my wife. He strokes and kneads her neck, her shoulders, the backs of her arms. She looks tense to begin with, but as his hands continue to glide over her body, I can see her beginning to relax, softening, yielding to the experience, to his touch.