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His Funky Valentine
by Rajah Dodger (rajahdodger@gmail.com)
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Just because a man's out of town for Valentine's Day
doesn't mean he can't get a treat from his wife. (MF)
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Sales, thought Jeff, is hell.
This insight into the universe came to him on the 8:00
night flight to Chicago, a trip which had forced the
cancellation of his annual Valentine's Day date with
his wife. With their dual careers, it was hard enough
to get time together for a quiet evening, much less a
special occasion. Nancy was lecturing at an academic
seminar and had arranged to be back home in time for
Valentine's Day especially for him, so he was in a foul
mood about leaving town.
He arrived at the hotel late, and walked into his room
to hear the phone ringing. He picked up the receiver
and was surprised to hear his wife's voice. "How was
your flight, darling?" He settled down on the bed
removing his shoes as they chatted in the way of all
married couples. "Have you opened your suitcase yet,"
she asked. He hadn't, and Nancy said she'd wait while
he did so. When he looked through it, he found a small
manila envelope neatly tucked under his things.
Inside was a pair of small sheer white panties and a
velcro circular strap. Coming back to the phone in
puzzlement, he heard his wife's explanation. "Honey, I
didn't want you to feel totally separated from me
tomorrow, Valentine's Day and all, so I put those in
for you to wear to work." Jeff's cock pulsed in his
pants at the thought. "That way you'll have me with you
all day long... Go on, smell them!" He lifted the thin
material to his face, and did indeed smell the faint
scent of his wife's musk.
As an afterthought, he asked about the velcro ring.
"Oh, that's something different I was thinking of. Tell
you what, we can talk about it tomorrow after you
finish your meetings." The rest of the phone call was
brief, intense, and definitely no substitute for having
his wife in his arms. Afterward, despite masturbating
in the bathroom, Jeff still had an erection as he went
to sleep. The thought of walking around with his wife's
panties on was just too kinky to put out of his mind.
The sales meetings the next day were torture. The
panties were far too small for him to wear; he had to
position his cock carefully at an angle so it didn't
keep popping up out of the waistband. The feeling of
the material along his shaft kept him in a perpetual
state of erection, and he had to walk with particular
care since two of the key client contacts were women.
Finally, however, the last of the meetings was over and
he was riding in a taxi back to the hotel, a signed
contract in his briefcase. He was looking forward to
getting into his hotel room and stripping off his
clothes; he'd come close twice during the day to coming
in his pants.
The first thing he had to do, though, was check his
email. Along with the double-handful of missives from
the office there was a note from Janet. He opened that
first, and found a brief and cryptic note: "I know what
you want, husband dear, but keep your hands off
yourself for now. I decided I want you to put on the
cock ring, and wait for my call. Love, Nancy."
Letting his office mail wait unread, Jeff hurried to
get out of his business clothes. He stood, briefly
admiring the prominent bulge in his wife's panties,
then skinned them down and off as well. His cock bobbed
heavily in the air ahead of him as he went to fetch the
velcro strap.
It took only moments to secure it tightly around the
base of his shaft. He debated putting the panties back
on, but decided that given his excited state that might
be just too much to deal with. He finished dealing with
his mail while sitting splay-legged on the chair at the
room's working desk, his cock bobbing upward and making
it hard to focus on the niggling requests from the
office staff.
The phone rang just as he closed the last of the
emails, and he lifted the receiver to hear his wife's
voice saying "Happy Valentine's Day, honey! Did you
enjoy my present?" Jeff told her in great and loving
detail about just how much he enjoyed it, including the
intricate contortions he had taken at times so his
erection wouldn't be completely apparent.
She urged him to tell her every detail, especially
about how his cock felt in her panties. Her voice
sounded progressively more husky as he recalled all the
ways the silk had teased and tormented him that day. He
reached down as they talked and started to stroke his
cock, her voice and their discussion making him need to
cum soon.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, followed by a
voice calling out "Room Service!" His wife on the phone
asked him what the deal was, and he told her in no
uncertain terms what he thought about being interrupted
when he hadn't ordered anything. "Of course you didn't
order anything, you lovely idiot! I called it in for
you for our Valentine's dinner! Go throw a robe on, for
pete's sake, I'll hold on."
Grumbling, Jeff made his way to the bathroom to grab
the hotel robe, and opened the door a crack.
Instead of some anonymous hotel employee, the person
outside his door was his own wife Nancy, wearing a full
length mink coat, diamond earrings, and glossy black
heels. "But you're..." Words failed him as he looked
back at the hotel phone. Nancy grinned at him, and
pulled a cell phone from one pocket of the coat.
"Aren't you going to invite me in, dear?" Without
waiting for an answer, she strode through the door,
pulling it shut behind her. "Lock that, will you?"
When Jeff finished throwing the bolt, he turned around
to see his wife gloriously nude except for her heels,
nipples swollen, one hand toying in the short curls
atop her mound. "Get on that bed," she demanded, and he
rushed to comply. She climbed up on the bed and stood
over him, one foot on either side of his waist. He
could see her labia gleaming damply, and his cock
jerked and pulsed from the need for her.
With little wasted time, Nancy sank to her knees,
grabbing his stiff cock and rubbing the head against
her opening, teasing both of them. With a moan of pure
sex, she gripped him by the root and dropped her weight
onto him, stopping only when her thighs slapped against
his and his cock was totally embedded inside her. "Oh
gawd..." she mewled, and she came almost immediately,
her nails raking across his chest as she quivered and
clenched down again and again on his cock, the hot
flesh kept swollen and thick inside her by the strip of
velcro.
For his part, Jeff was thrusting his hips upward
raggedly, trying to get past that barrier holding his
balls in check. Finally, almost as an afterthought,
Nancy reached down and pulled the strap loose. With a
hoarse roar, Jeff lifted his wife up off the bed with
the force of his arching hips, his balls convulsing as
his pent-up explosion filled her to overflowing, their
mingled juices running down between his legs to soak
the sheets.
As he sank back into the bed, his wife rested on top of
him, still holding his cock inside her, and breathed
into his ear, "Happy Valentine's Day, darling!"
END
Completed 2003-08-19
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