A Nice Gesture

Alex Legend, hubby to Aiden Ashley's sister, shows up out of the blue at Aiden's place, hat in hand for a favor. He spills that he's busting his ass to surprise his wife with a little pick-me-up after they both got canned from their jobs. Cash is tight, so he begs Aiden—the hotshot masseuse—to work her magic on his wife. Aiden shuts him down flat at first. 'No way, I don't rub down family.' But Alex pleads; he can't afford some stranger, and he sure as hell doesn't want the world knowing they're scraping by. Aiden wavers, then caves a bit when he pushes for a trial run: 'Massage me instead, see if it's up to snuff.' 'Fine, strip,' Aiden says with a smirk. Clothes fly off easy as pie, and Alex stretches out on the mattress like he's ready for the main event. She slicks oil over her curves and his skin, then dives in, her body gliding slick and slow across his back. Damn, the guy's loving it—drops real talk on how killer her hands are, firm and knowing. He's grinning, but it's crystal clear his head's all on spoiling his wife with this. Aiden's walls crumble under his straight-shooter vibe; she loosens up, flowing into the rhythm like it's no big deal. Then Alex starts fidgeting, cheeks flushing as he tries to play it cool and hide the stiffy poking up. She spots it, and whoa—her own heat kicks in, pulse racing south. In that steamy blur, Aiden leans in with a wicked glint. 'Need a real unwind? Let me finish you off proper.' Her oiled fingers wrap his throbbing cock, stroking slow then fast, milking out the tension. Alex aimed to score big for his wife, but hell, he's the lucky bastard scoring the ultimate perk!