It was Valentine’s Day, February 14th. The morning sun crept through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. Walker stirred, reaching his hand over to his wife Tina and pulling her close. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he whispered, planting soft kisses along her neck.
She smiled, turning to face him. “I love you, Walker. I can’t wait for our dinner date tonight.”
Walker grinned, already aroused at the thought of their evening plans. He had reservations at Tina’s favorite restaurant, followed by a surprise weekend getaway. But first, they both had work to go to. Taking his leave, Walker reminded Tina he’d see her later before heading out.
That evening, Walker took Tina to their favorite Italian restaurant. Candles flickered on the table as they sipped Cabernet and savored the flavors of pasta and passion. Walker gazed at Tina’s beautiful face, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. They talked and laughed, reliving the magic of their first date. Walker’s heart swelled with adoration for his bride.
As the night went on, they strolled back to their apartment, bodies entwined. In the bedroom, they made slow, sensual love, bodies moving as one as they rode the waves of desire. Tina cried out in ecstasy and collapsed into Walker’s strong arms, spent and happy. He held her close, kissing her forehead. All was right in their world.
The next day, February 15th, Walker’s mind drifted to his mistress, Stacy. He smirked, remembering all the steamy escapades they had shared over the past year – stolen moments in hotel rooms, forbidden trysts in hidden corners. His loins stirred at the memories. Walker’s friends always joked that February 15th should be known as Side Piece Day. Tonight was the night.
Walker calmly went to work, knowing the bouquet and note he’d sent Stacy that morning would await her return. “Be ready,” it commanded in his bold script. He called his assistant in to discuss a client’s account but couldn’t concentrate on her words. He pictured Stacy’s luscious curves, her husky voice whispering dirty things.
As the day dragged on, Walker grew anxious. Why hadn’t Stacy responded? Had the presents not been delivered? An hour before quitting time, his phone buzzed. His heart leaped at the text: “I’m ready!” Those two words sent lust shooting through his veins. He gathered his things and practically sprinted to Stacy’s apartment.
At her door, Walker barely knocked before Stacy flung it open. She stood before him in a sinfully sheer red lace dress, the flimsy fabric barely concealing her ample assets, her toned body on full display. His mouth went dry. “Come in,” she purred, eyeing him with a sultry gaze. “Like what you see?” she purred, crooking a finger at him.
“Baby, you look stunning,” he growled, pulling her against him.
Walker practically pounced, hoisting her up and depositing her on the marble kitchen counter. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. Walker’s hands roamed her body, slipping under the delicate fabric. She whimpered and arched into him.
In one swift motion, he had the flimsy garment up around her waist, exposing her flawless skin. Walker bent his head, trailing his lips down her neck to her breasts. She gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair. He could feel how ready she was.
He couldn’t resist burying his face between her thighs right there on the kitchen counter. He inhaled her scent and slowly dragged his tongue, licking and sucking her smooth bare folds. The taste of her exploded on his tongue, and he groaned. Stacy cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair. She bucked against his mouth as he delved deeper, determined to unlock her pleasure.
Stacy writhed against the countertop, mewling her pleasure. He sealed his lips around her sensitive nub and sucked hard, plunging two fingers deep inside her.
“Yes, just like that!” Stacy cried out, fisting his hair. “Don’t stop!” Walker fingered her hard and fast, his tongue flicking across her clit. Within minutes, Stacy was shaking and shuddering, coming undone.
“Oh shit, I’m coming! Yes, yes, YES!” Her walls clenched around his invading fingers as he worked her through the orgasm.
Walker tongued her skillfully, persuading embarrassingly loud moans from her. She was drenched and trembling, her thighs clenching around his ears. With a strangled cry, she flew apart, drenching his chin.
Walker lifted his head just in time to see Stacy’s face contort in ecstasy. “I need you now,” he growled.
He quickly undid his belt and freed his aching cock. In one smooth thrust, he sheathed himself in Stacy’s dripping heat. “Mmm, you feel incredible,” he panted, starting to pump in and out. “Love that tight little pussy.”
Stacy whimpered and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Walker hammered into her, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the kitchen. He could feel her clenching around him already, a second orgasm fast approaching.
He pounded her harder, grunting with effort as he chased his own release. “That’s it; come on, my cock. Let go, baby, I’ve got you.” Stacy wailed as she came again, her pussy rippling around him.
“Harder!” Stacy demanded, nails raking his back. She keened and locked her ankles at the small of his back, taking him deeper. He set a relentless rhythm, pistoning into her slick heat.
Walker let out a guttural moan as his orgasm crashed through him. He spilled himself inside her with a shudder, collapsing against the counter. For a moment, they just breathed.
Then Walker carefully lifted himself out of Stacy and tucked himself away. He lifted her off the counter so she could fix her dress. Stealing a quick kiss, he murmured, “You were amazing as always,” and headed for the door.
Stacy smiled languidly. “Until next time, lover.” Walker knew he’d be back. She waved cheerfully, already composing the selfie she’d send to tease him later. Walker just smirked. Of course, he loved his wife – but he loved the thrill of the affair more. Stacy satisfied the dark, wild part of him Tina never could. Her body was sheer perfection, her insatiable lust a drug he couldn’t get enough of. With both women in his life, Walker felt like he had the best of both worlds.
Walker arrived home to Tina, waiting with dinner on the table. “Look at you, coming in just on time,” she said with a smile. “I hope you’re hungry!”
He returned her kiss, playing the devoted husband as they ate and chatted. If Tina only knew the truth of his day – that she was sharing him. But she’d never find out. Walker was too careful for that.
As he held her close later that night, Walker considered all he’d had – a doting wife and the hottest mistress money could buy. He had it made.
Life was good. Very, very good…
