Monday, February 19, 2018

Valentines Eve

As I typed the header I realized it would make a great title for a fictional erotic story, so hands off - it's mine! (Ha! A quick google search show's it's already been done - and it's Harry Potter FanFiction of course!) Anyway, this isn't fiction, it happened...

Valentine's Day was another weird one this year. They usually are, as a quick flick through my posts tagged Valentines Day will attest.  My wife was up early and out the door for an 8am breakfast meeting with someone, so even though I was awake she said nothing and left via the ensuite door. She returned at 9.30am to change her shoes, and left again for another meeting at 10am. This was with her BNG buddies, and it was to be followed with a lunch at mid day with a guest from another BNG chapter who was visiting our city for the day.

Except I knew the lunch had been cancelled because I'd read her emails, so I could only presume she'd left it in our iCalendar (which we share so I know what she's up to - not to be confused with her other calendars which I don't get access to) because she was planning a surprise lunch with me for Valentines Day. (With all the stuff we're going through with our teenage daughter right now, there's no way we're having an intimate dinner with just the two of us right now)

This happens later... keep reading
But it wasn't to be. As she changed her shoes she quickly gave me my Valentines Day card and told me she'd be back at 2pm to buy some concert tickets online (when earlybird VIP seats went on sale), but would head out again straight after for a 3pm meeting. Which was weird because even our shared calendar said the meeting (with her BNG buddies, again) was starting at 3.30pm. Her 10am meeting was scheduled for two hours, so I had no idea who she was planning to have lunch with.

She was home at 1pm, which was early, and without explanation. As I quickly checked our shared calendar I saw her lunch date had been deleted. I asked her if she'd had lunch and she said no but when I suggested we go out for lunch she said it would have to be a quick sandwich because she had to be back asap to buy some concerts tickets for her mother's birthday gift.

I gave my wife her card and a gift - a lovely bra and panties set from Calvin Klein (looks a bit like this set) and she kissed me and said it was lovely. "Better than that other stuff you give me" she added, which confused me. My wife has somehow got it into her head that I keep buying her lingerie only fit for slutwives and whores. She even complained recently about a set 'I' bought from Agent Provocateur while we were in Italy last October.  Yes, I paid for it, but she chose it. All I'd said (after she'd walked herself into an upmarket lingerie store) was 'pick out whatever you like and I'll pay for it, my gift to you.'

I'd done that specifically because of her prior grumblings about my 'choices' (which I still maintain were sexy but tasteful). Maybe she's confusing me with her boyfriend...

Anyway, she gave me a kiss on the cheek to say thank you, and then said that maybe she'd model it for me later... but not tonight because she had something else to show me!

Well, that was nice to hear and I wondered if I could expect to see the return of the red thong later that night. About 10+ years ago my wife had made me lay on the bed while she did a very sexy strip for me. It was mostly done on the bed, with her standing above and over me, and while she stripped down to the red lace thong fairly quickly she did a lot of teasing with it before finally pulling it aside and dropping her now-sodden pussy on my face.

She was wet as fuck and her labia was ripe, full, and juicy. She rode my face like a demon possessed and I have no idea how many times she came. When she was done with my face she jumped on my dick and rode me again, bouncing up and down like ... a demon possessed. There is no other word for it. I have no idea how many times she came then either, but when she was finally done she climbed up off me and told me to scootch over.

I did as I was told since clearly this was her show and she was the Director - I was just an actor in whatever erotic play was running through her head. Not that I minded.  I'd certainly eaten her out for all I was worth when she was on top of me, even my balls were now a little numb from all the bouncing she'd just done on my dick. She plumped four pillows on top of each other and dropped herself on top, presenting her ass to me.

"I want you to fuck me now, hard and fast. I've had mine so I want you to get yours, give me all you've got" she said, looking over her shoulder. "Just pound the fuck out of me, I wanna feel your hot cum shooting up all inside my pussy"

My wife isn't normally this explicit but it was Valentines Day, she'd planned this evening, so I followed her instructions to the letter. I grabbed her hips and stabbed my cock into her cunt. It cut through her wet slit like a knife through butter. She moaned as I sliced into her folds, and her pussy welcomed me like an old friend, hugging my tightly. Doing as I was told I pounded her good, my balls slapping her with every stroke.

Although it was supposedly 'my turn' now, my wife couldn't help herself. She was moaning and groaning with every thrust and it wasn't long before I felt her hand between our legs. She tickled my balls briefly before clutching her clit and pressing hard, as I fucked her fast and deep.

"Nnnnngh" she grunted through gritted teeth "that's it. Pound my pussy! Fuck me - good and hard! Yes!"

I gripped her hips tightly and thrust harder and deeper.

"Oh god, yes" she cried to "that's it! I'm cumming! YESSSS!"

Which was good, because I was coming too. I grabbed her hips and locked her onto cock, pushing myself in as deep as I could go. My swollen sac was almost buried in her labia as I unloaded a torrent of cum, shooting deep inside her in four quick bursts. She grabbed my balls between her legs and pulled me up, mashing me into her, squeezing out the last drop of whatever I had left to give.

It was the best sex we'd had in a long time and I remember it well.

But that was 10+ years ago and now we were older and a little slower. My wife was teasing me now with whispered promises of what was to come 'later' but she'd said such things before and they'd often come to nothing. She may have meant it when she said it, but it was mid afternoon and I knew by the time we'd had dinner (with our daughter, of course) I knew it could be a whole different ball game by the time we got home and went 'to bed'.

I of course was keen for something 'now', since I firmly believe a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I was keen for a mid afternoon quickie now, rather than waiting for something later - something that might not ever come.

As it turned out, my wife did have something planned for Valentines Day 2018, so we did have sex, but as I mentioned here there was a twist in the tale. I'll tell you that story on Wednesday, after TMI Tuesday....
[Part 2


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  1. Nothing to do with your story, but your "bird in the hand" comment just reminded me of an old friend, who would constantly mix-speak idioms and mix metaphors. It became a game between us. I remember that particular one getting muddled twice:

    A bird in the hand is worth its weight in gold,


    A bird in the hand is worth a burning bush.

    That little reminder made me smile. :)

    1. Ha! Those are called malaprops - Yogi Berra was famous for them :-)

  2. Loved this, looking forward to Wednesday's Valentines details.........

  3. Tease. It's Wednesday already in Australia!

  4. This is a lovely tease, and also that's a hot memory.

  5. Keep'em coming back for more. I'll be back for more.

  6. Part 2 is here:


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