February marks a most dismal time of year in the northern states, after four or even five months of cold temperatures and snow. Amid all this stagnation lands Valentines Day, the day when every wife and girlfriend expects their man to come up with some romantic plan. Some grand gesture proclaiming their love, and it better be better than the year before.
I’d never worried too much about it; I did for my wife all year long, not just on one day. The talk around work this week was the usual ‘what are you doing for Valentine’s?’ and ‘got any special plans?’, and other questions of the sort. It was exhausting, really, and I was happy it was Friday and that I was home. No, I didn’t plan any big surprise or extravagant outing, just a quiet dinner for the two of us. That was about to change.
“Hey, Babe, how was work?” my wife greeted me as I entered the living room.
“Same ‘ol, same ‘ol. You know,” I answered, sitting on the couch beside her.
“Do you have anything special planned for tomorrow?” The question sprung out at me. My wife had turned to look at me and now sat with a look of anticipation.
I looked at her blankly. Panic. I could feel the bead of sweat raising on my brow. “Ummm… no?” I responded, finally, with great hesitation.
“Great!” she chirped happily.
Whew! I let out a sigh of relief. She had me worried there for a second…wait, what? Why? What was she up to?
“Okay – why? Or are you going to make me guess?” I studied her face.
She glanced away thoughtfully for a moment. “Hmm, that could be fun, but you’d never get it, so I’ll just tell you.”
She paused, and I continued to study her face, wondering what wheels were turning inside her head. Sometimes you never knew with her.
She began, “You know how I’ve been reading this new series, right?”
I knew. I knew that she had been reading some very spicy novels lately. Ever since that Fifty Shades book. I didn’t mind. We both love books, read away. “Mmhmm,” was all I said, still wondering where this was going.
“Well, I don’t want to go anywhere tomorrow. I want to stay here and… maybe do some of the things in my books?” Now it was her turn to be hesitant.
“Have I not been tak-“
“It’s not that at all,” she cut me off. “You are very attentive. I just want to try some things. Things that turn me on when I’m reading it.”
“You know I’d do anything for you, all you need to do is ask,” I responded with relief.
“I don’t want you to think I’m weird,” she confessed.
“Too late, I already know you’re weird. But that’s what I love about you.” My jest made her smile.
“So, it’s a date?” The look on her face was pleading, hopeful.
“Of course,” I reassured her, not knowing what to expect, but excited just the same.
*******
Saturday morning, I made breakfast with all her favorites. Afterwards, we cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie, just enjoying each other’s company. It was a cold and blustery day, so I was happy to not go out. It was just after one p.m. when she looked at me hungrily.
“What? What is that look for?”
She only responded with a growl and a grin.
“Are you hungry? I could make some lunch?”
This time her response was more direct. “I’m tired of waiting,” she purred, as she lifted my shirt, then kissed and nibbled my abs and chest. I leaned back and let her have her fun. It wasn’t common for my wife to prowl with such hunger; I was enjoying it. She pulled at my lounge pants, so I lifted up and she removed them with ease. I sat there, naked from the waist down, standing at half mast, waiting to see what she did next.
I didn’t wait long. She grasped my shaft in one hand, then drew her tongue the full length, from balls to tip, before making it disappear in her mouth. She attempted to make it all disappear, but when it bottomed at the back of her throat, she gagged a bit and withdrew to a comfortable position.
I looked at her with concern. She smiled at me, reassuring me she was ok, then dove back down almost to the point of choking herself again. She repeated this several times, slowly and deliberately, as I raised to full attention in her hands.
She stood, still wearing only her nightshirt, then turned and sat in my lap, allowing me to penetrate her glistening lips, wet with anticipation. She made little circles in my lap with her hips, rolling me around inside her, tantalizing her cervix as her wetness grew. She stood again, took my hand and lead me to the bedroom.
“I want you to do that thing you do,” she cooed.
“What thing?” I asked coyly.
“You know. That thing with your tongue.” The devilish look of delight on her face was intoxicating.
I laid her on the bed and buried my face between her thighs. I immediately began lapping up the thick juices that were flowing in all the directions gravity allowed. Then I buried my tongue deep in her pussy, making circles with the tip as she squirmed beneath me, hands tangled in my hair, while moans and squeals of ecstasy and delight escaped her lips. I continued by sinking two fingers into her, rubbing along the back side, stimulating both vaginally and anally at the same time. When she moaned even louder, I locked onto her clit with my mouth, sucking a tight vacuum as I flicked her clit with my tongue.
It only took twenty seconds before she became Niagara Falls, flowing down the side of the bed and cascading to the floor. I released my grip and watched as she quivered like Jello in an earthquake. As she began to regain control of her muscles, she reached under her pillow and retrieved a book, which she handed to me. There were pages marked with Post-its. I understood the assignment.
Looking at the first page, I queried, “Babe, how am I going to tie you up?”
“Look under the edge of the mattress,” she responded playfully. There I found hand and leg restraints that ran under the mattress. When did she do this? I removed her shirt, bound her hands and legs in the soft cuffs and read on. “Everything else is in the bag by my dresser,” she informed me.
Opening the bag, I withdrew nipple clamps, a feather, a flogger, and lube. First, I attached the nipple clamps, securing them only as tight as she desired. Then, I used the feather to trace every inch of her body, spending extra time on the areas I knew she was most sensitive, under her arms, along her sides, her neck, and along the smooth bare cleft of her mound. She squirmed with every touch, the whisper of the feather heightening the response of every nerve. As I passed over her mound, saving the best for last, she arched her back and squealed with a mixture of torturous pleasure.
Following the next mark, I buried my face, again, between her thighs; sucking her clit between my lips and relentlessly sucking it in and out while flicking with my tongue. She squirmed and squealed and thrashed at the sensations coursing through her, but the binds held. Thankfully so, or she may have launched me right off the bed, as her orgasm ripped through her, causing her to buck violently.
I sat up, watching her breathe heavily as her body writhed in the bed. I released her feet, lifting them up and putting them on my shoulders. There was no reprieve to be given. I shifted forward and slid my shaft in to the hilt; burying myself within her in one motion. I slid my hand up her body, along her breast, and settled with my hand around her neck. She gave a guttural groan of approval as I began thrusting rapidly, claiming her body, possessing it.
“OH, YES! FUCK ME!” she shouted. I stopped and stared in disbelief. This was the first time she’d ever said this aloud. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!” she begged.
I resumed my previous fervor, shocked and excited by her reactions. I pulled her hips against me and began hard, short thrusts, pile driving my hips against her. She began to moan, then…howl? It was a long primal moan of pleasure as her pussy spasmed, clamping around me, and free flowing a gush of fluid with every stroke. As long as I continued, her orgasm did too. I would have stopped, let her recover, but I was too close. I quickened my pace and the force that I drove into her. Her moans of pleasure could be easily mistaken as a warble in her state of pleasure, so intense it was painful.
I came, hard, deep, complete, collapsing on top of her. After a few moments, I lifted up and looked at her. She was shaking the fog from her brain, trying to focus her eyes.
“I almost passed out,” she claimed. “Oh, my God!”
“Are you done?” I looked at her, a beautiful disheveled mess.
“You wish, go to the next page.” Her tone dared me to continue.
I turned to the next mark in the book and scanned the passage. “Are you sure?”
“MHMM,” she smiled, licking her lips. Her intentions were clear; her desire was intense.
I freed her hands and she rolled over onto her hands and knees. I rebound her hands, so her face was down, knees bent, ass high in the air, waiting for me to continue. I took the flog and smacked her ass, not too hard.
“Ugh. Yes,” she whimpered, “Harder.” I obliged, smacking the other cheek, then the first repeatedly. “Harder!” she commanded. Which I did. “YES! Spank me, Daddy!”
“What!?” I stuttered.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “Don’t stop.” I continued until both cheeks were rosy with color, then I massaged them a little. Finally, I took the feather and ran it over her ass. She jumped at the thousand needle points dancing across her skin with sweet, delicate pain.
She wiggled her ass at me in anticipation, for she knew what was next. I applied a liberal amount of lube between her ass cheeks, slowly working it in and around the little starfish that was kissing my finger as I moved. After a second application, I drew my cock up her sensitive slit, mingling her juices with the lubricant. I slid my shaft up and down her butt. Her hole was winking at me, waiting, taunting, begging for attention.
I slid my head in, slowly, millimeters at a time. In, out, in, out, until the cusp of my head breached her pink ring. She drew in a breath sharply and let it out shakily, like she had been waiting for this for so long. I continued moving in and out, each time working a little deeper, until I was fully seated in her ass. As I began to move, she began to moan, light and pleasureful moans. This encouraged me to stroke with more vigor. As I did, she began to push back against me, driving me deeper and deeper inside her. Her light moans became deep growls as she drove harder against me.
“Yes, yes! Fuck that ass!” she growled. I looked at her, but did not stop. She continued to push against me and I continued to match the force of her thrust. When she came, she clenched so tight on me I had no choice but to join her in climax. We collapsed onto the bed, me still seated within her, panting with exhaustion.
“That was great,” she said, the smile in her voice evident. “We should’ve tried anal earlier.”
“We need to talk.” I kissed her ear and wiggled inside her.
She jumped at the sensation. “Ok, but first, we shower.”
