Happy Valentine's Day

I'm well aware that Valentine's Day is really nothing more than a Hallmark holiday designed to help stores sell things, and my wife Ann and I had seen it as such for most of our lives, long before we even met each other. What the day does have in its favor though is its timing, especially as Ann and I see life get busier and more complicated the older we get. February where we live is a pretty desolate month: cold, stress at work and not much going on as far as activities. A couple years ago, we decided Valentine's Day was good enough to use as an excuse to take a break for ourselves and focus on our marriage.

This year, the time together was much needed. With the constant pressure with work and raising a family, we had hardly any time lately to spend just the two of us, let alone be intimate. It had been at least three weeks since the last time we had sex, so we were both more than ready for it. The original plan was to wait until the day after Valentine's Day, actually, because we had made reservations at a local hotel and restaurant where we would enjoy steak, a movie and then each other. For literal Valentine's Day, we would keep it simple: candlelight, maybe a movie, maybe some sushi and then go to bed, saving the real fun for the following night.

It didn't work out that way. After finally getting the romantic time alone together, it became apparent very early on that sex couldn't wait another night. It had been too long a wait and we were ready for it now. The mood was set with the candles all over the living room, and our toddler was long since passed out down the hall, still young enough to not be affected by the parents' being naughty on the other side of the house.

We didn't even get halfway through the movie we had picked, we were so distracted by each other. It started when I gave her shoulders and back a massage. Let me be honest: I knew it would turn her on. I had been craving sex with my wife for days on end now and wasn't worried about spoiling tomorrow's plans. Ann almost always had my constant attention. Not only was she my best friend, but I had married the sexiest woman I had ever met. She was perfect for me to begin with, standing about 5'5", thin with Italian skin and dark hair. Her boobs gave me more than a good handful and, along with her ass, always magnetized my eyes to them. As we kissed on the couch, my hands were seemingly magnetized to those parts as well.

Once it became clear that we weren't waiting another night for each other, Ann suggested we go take a shower and brush our teeth. We did just that, helping each other undress in the bathroom before hopping into the shower together. Of course, she likes the water way too hot, so there was only a little playing with each other and mostly just cleaning ourselves. Once we were done in the shower, I made my way back to the living room naked to set the mood with some music. Then I lay a blanket down with a pillow on the rug so we had a comfortable spot. When I turned around, Ann was coming down the hallway, hair loose and only a blanket wrapped around her. For some reason, the look was incredibly sexy, and I let her know it. She grinned and, in response, dropped the blanket just off her right shoulder, giving me a sneak peek at more of her tan flesh.

We began to make out, which led to Ann's dropping to her knees in front of me and taking my cock in her hand, stroking the shaft and rubbing my balls before taking me into her warm, wet mouth. I moaned and ran my fingers through her dark hair as my wife slid her head back and forth, sucking my cock as all but her shoulder remained covered by that blanket.

After a couple minutes of letting my wife suck my cock, I guided Ann down to the floor. As she reclined, she threw the blanket open to reveal her magnificent body. I gave her one more kiss on the lips and then got to work on the rest of her frame, sliding down and starting from the bottom up. I began by kissing the tips of her toes and then sliding my tongue up to the top of her foot and back to her ankle. Then I kissed my way up, alternating between both legs before arriving at her pussy. I helped my wife spread her legs, and then I dove right in, sliding my tongue into her delicious, sweet, wet hole.

Ann moaned and slid down a little more onto her back as she held onto the edges of the blanket and moaned, enjoying my treatment of her twat. I lingered a bit at her pussy, eager to move on but equally entranced with eating out my wife, as for some reason or other she tasted especially sweet today. I continued to hold her thighs apart and worked to push my tongue as deep into her slit as I could until I decided to move past it, kissing up her stomach and stopping momentarily again, this time at her breasts.

Ann has so many wonderful body parts that I could never rank them. If I had to somehow, her boobs would be right near the top. I took the next moment to delight myself in them, squeezing, sucking and licking, all as Ann writhed with pleasure and moaned some more. Then I kissed her neck, up to her ear and then, finally, that perfect mouth. Inching ever closer to the main course, I pulled away for just a moment, shuffling backward and taking her ankles in either of my hands and pressing the sides of her sexy feet against my cock. Ann smiled and shifted her feet up and down my shaft while I continued to hold onto her ankles. The last time we had done a date night, I had used my wife's feet like this to bring me to completion. This time, as much as I enjoyed it, the footjob was brief, as I was aching to bury my penis in my wife's love hole.

Pulling my dick out from between Ann's feet a little more suddenly than Ann expected, I moved back forward and gave my wife another kiss. As I gazed into her gorgeous brown eyes and pressed my tongue against her lips and teeth, Ann reached for my fully erect cock, pushing it against the folds of her vagina and very slowly rubbing just my tip against her wet slit.

My face in hers, Ann flashed that sexy smile, teasing me as she gently pressed the head of my cock against her tight hole but refusing to grant it entrance. We had primed each other up so much this past week that we were both begging for sex at this point. My charming wife decided to hold out just another blissfully agonizing moment before she finally allowed me to begin pushing inside her, but only very slowly.

Ann's juices on my tip and her wet folds against the head of my penis instantly shot shivers of pleasure through my body and urged me to continue to thrust forward, even as Ann playfully resisted, allowing me to penetrate her only slowly. She teased me the whole time too until, at long last, her eyes went wide, her smile grew bigger, and she relaxed just enough to allow me to sheath my entire phallus inside her wonderful pussy.

With a sigh of satisfaction, I began to gently pump in and out of Ann, whose ankles rode up my thighs and settled on my waist, wrapping her legs around me. My eyes went from hers to her chest to her pussy, which took my steady strokes, and then back to her eyes again. We smiled and moaned in unison as we made love on the floor. Once I started driving faster into her, I lay down on top of her, feeling her boobs against my chest, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist and her fingernails in my back as we kissed. Her pussy clung tightly to my manhood, which still slid effortlessly in and out, thanks to how self-lubricated it was from days of built-up arousal.

I fucked my wife harder and faster, my flesh slapping against hers as we enjoyed every inch of each other. Eventually, Ann pushed up on me, signaling for me to roll over. Without ever separating our sex organs, Ann and I rolled over so that she was now on top of me. We needed to readjust only briefly so my back was on the rug, my head almost touching the couch. From her knees, Ann began to slide up and down my cock, her boobs bouncing in my view, which she knew I liked. Then she leaned forward, putting both hands on the couch cushion over my head and rocking her body hard and fast up and down me, her breasts now right over my face as she looked down at me with that incredible smile and those beautiful eyes.

Ann rode me harder and faster as time progressed, her breathing getting more and more ragged as she expertly fucked me. Sometimes I held onto her hips and guided her as she pleasured me. Other times I thrust up into her as well, driving my cock deep inside her. Most of the time I just held onto her ankles and let her go to work on me. Toward the end of this position, my wife lay down on top of me, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face into my shoulders and she continued to hump my cock. I held her tightly to me, smelling her hair and sinking my nails into her back as she made love to me.

Eventually, Ann sat up and got off me altogether. She stepped over to the couch and began to bend over but stopped, saying she wanted to grab a mirror so she could watch me fuck her. I had no objections and did her one better: as she retrieved the standup mirror from our bedroom, I took the one off the coat closet and propped it against the couch. Ann placed her mirror next to the one I had secured to give us an extended view of our lovemaking.

Ann took her place, bending over the ottoman with everything positioned directly in front of the mirrors. Needless to say, she looked really sexy, both from my view from behind as I stepped up behind her and the side view of her in the mirror. As my cock poked her pussy, she had not dried out at all from the delay, and I had no trouble sinking back into her as I held onto her hips. In unison, we turned our heads to the right and watch ourselves have sex, I holding onto her sexy body as my dick plowed in and out of my wife from behind, softly pushing her forward each time I went to the hilt inside her. Ann commented on how hot it was to see me fuck her, and I agreed. I alternated between looking at the mirror and looking straight ahead at my ravishing wife as I slammed in and out of her over and over again.

Next, I pulled out, and the two of us got on the floor, still in front of the mirrors. Ann got in my lap, facing me, her legs around my waist as we worked my prick back inside her longing vagina. Not only did her sexy body feel really good rocking up and down my shaft, but it looked really good, both as her tits bounced in my face and as I could watch her whole body shift up and down in the mirrors to my left. Ann kept her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me, and I held her steady as she fucked me over and over again for a few minutes.

By now, we has enjoyed a rather lengthy session with a few different positions. After grinding on my lap a little longer, my wife whispered in my ear to finish her off. I was more than eager to comply and held her close against me, keeping my dick secured deep inside her as I put her back on her back, her limbs still around me as I lay on top of her, those damp breasts pressing against my chest as I proceeded to stiffly pump in and out of her. Ann moaned, informing me that I was hitting her G-spot and begged me to keep going. It was a little difficult at first only because I was on the verge of cumming and didn't want to spoil my wife's own orgasm. I managed to thrust into her just right so that I was still hitting her in the right spot but not in so sensitive a way for me that it would push me over the edge. At last came those shallow, sexy breaths that told me Ann was reaching her peak, drawing closer and closer to her climax by the second. I asked her to cum for me as I kept pounding her harder and harder, my own urge to cum having passed for now and allowing me to give my love the thorough pounding she deserved. I nailed her harder and faster, her arms and legs holding me in a vice grip as she moaned in my ear until she finally achieved a loud, long, moaning orgasm, all as I kept slamming in and out of her.

We kissed as Ann continued to cum for what had to be at least a minute. Out of breath, Ann told me it was my turn, so I pushed myself up and lifted her legs up, resting her ankles on my shoulders as I gazed down at her face and chest while I continued to fuck her. Still thrusting my hips, I kissed both of my wife's ankles and legs before lowering one beneath my arm, Ann instinctively wrapping it around my waist while the other leg stayed on my shoulder. We smiled at each other, and I used my free hand to hold onto her left boob while my other one stayed wrapped around her leg. I never stopped fucking her, nailing her pussy as hard as I could until my balls finally swelled up and my cock prepared to erupt.

"Cum all over my tits," Ann whispered. At the last second, I pulled out and moaned loudly, beating off and unleashing so much pent-up cum that it literally covered her whole chest and stomach. I was honestly impressed with the size of my load, as was my happy, smiling wife. We spent the next few minutes cleaning up and then we were all over each other again, only now incredibly relaxed and looking forward to when we could do it again the next night.

The day after Valentine's Day was the big event in our minds, but I was convinced there was no way the sex would live up to what had transpired the previous night. Regardless, we were very excited to get the night to ourselves. We spent the afternoon cleaning the house and getting ourselves ready before dropping the child off at my parents' place. Then we headed straight to the hotel to drop our belongings off in the room before getting to the restaurant just in time for our reservation. We had a splendid time talking together and getting to know each other a little better even after being together for years. When the meal was over, Ann changed out of her dress into something more comfortable as we made our way to the nearby movie theater. I stayed in my suit and tie, making me the best dressed in that auditorium.

Following the movie, we walked back to the hotel in the bitter cold. It wouldn't be much longer, though, before things heated up. Once inside, I removed my suit coat but nothing else for now while Ann got ready in the bathroom. I couldn't wait to see how she looked in the lingerie I had gotten her for Valentine's Day, specifically for tonight. I was excited, too, to see what she had in mind for me tonight, since I knew she wanted to make this night special.

Ann emerged from the bathroom and arrested my attention immediately. While she had never looked more beautiful than on our wedding day, she never looked hotter than she did right now. Her boobs were practically popping out of the red teddy, which also showcased the curves of her hips. Sexy lace openings on the front of the garment playfully revealed parts of her stomach, including her belly button. The garment hung down just past her hips, making way for the matching thong that perfectly displayed her incredible ass. Beside her wedding rings, the only thing else she wore were black high heels, open-toe with silver jewels near the toe that sparkled in the light. She knew those shoes were my favorite, and they made for the sexiest part of the outfit in my opinion.

We began with a kiss and an embrace. Then Ann helped me find some music on the phone to aid with the mood. After a little more making out as we stood up, and Ann moved her hands to my pants, loosening the belt and undoing the absurd amount of buttons. By the time the next song came on, Ann had guided me into a chair and proceeded to show me that even after three and a half years of marriage my wife had been holding out on me.

Like an expert stripper, Ann put on the sexiest dance I had ever seen, swaying perfectly to the music as I sat in that chair and watched, jerking off to the hottest woman on the planet. I can't accurately describe how smoothly her body gyrated, how perfectly her ass shook and how expertly she moved her hands and legs as she danced perfectly to the song that was playing. Praise poured from my mouth as I thought how I must be the luckiest man in the world. Not only was I married to an admirable loving family woman and respected professional - and never mind how obviously beautiful she is - but she was such a naughty girl in the bedroom, putting a show on for me that any man would go wild to see. I had locked down a keeper!

Ann backed into me, that gorgeous ass pressing against my erect cock as Ann gave me a lap dance for the first time in our relationship. I held onto her hips and moaned as she grinded on me, my dick pressed between those lovely cheeks. Ann had one hand on my leg while the other went back and forth between her hair and my other leg as she slid back and forth against my lap. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I told her I felt like I was married to a stripper or a pornstar.

Ann stood up and turned around, squatting down in front of me and using both hands on my engorged cock. With one hand she gracefully rubbed my balls, using the other one to steady my erection as she took it into her mouth and gave me a blowjob back-to-back nights for the first time that I could remember. She had me so on edge already from the striptease, not to mention how good she was at sucking cock as it is, that she had me cringing with pleasure in no time. Twice I had to beg her to relent, warning her that she was going to make me cum. Neither one of us was ready for that just yet.

Next, Ann helped me lie down on the bed. At that point, the song ended, but my wife liked it so much that she replayed it. Then she joined me in the bed, first removing my tie and then unbuttoning my shirt. She really liked how I looked in a fitted, unbuttoned dress shirt, which is all I had on now beside my own wedding ring. Next, she stood up on the mattress, stumbling a bit because of the high heels. I assured her she could take the shoes off if they were going to endanger her safety but she just smiled and said she wanted to keep them on. Whether she felt awkward or not, she went on to look amazing as she danced over me, even in those heels on that mattress, showcasing all her sexy assets as she gave me the best private show of my life.

Ann then lay down next to me and jerked my cock off a bit. We briefly kissed, Ann focusing on my ear and neck, which she knew really turned me on, especially as she gave me a handjob. Then I rolled her onto her back, ready to defile her like I had hundreds of times before but never more turned on than I was in that moment. Ann asked me if I wanted her to keep the lingerie on. I said I did for now. She didn't even ask about the heels - she knew those would be staying on until we were finished. She did begin to pull my dress shirt off me but then grinned and changed her mind, deciding she wanted me to keep it on like that. With the wardrobe situation sorted out, Ann lifted and spread her legs for me, looking incredibly hot in that outfit and shoes, and I took the liberty of putting one hand on Ann's shoulder and the other on my cock as I slid it into her pussy, which was just as tight and wet as the night before. This time, Ann didn't tease me any longer. Instead, she moaned as she allowed me to thrust all the way inside her, unimpeded.

Ann had me so turned on that I went right to hammering her pussy, thrusting in and out hard and fast, rocking her entire body as I fucked her. I went between lying on top of her - so I could feel her damp flesh on mine, her warm breath on my ear - and holding myself over her so I could check out her hot body from head to toe as she took the steady pounding in her terrific pussy. About halfway through, I slowed to a stop only to help her out of the lingerie, which was a bit of a pain to take off, due to the latches on it. I stayed entirely hard throughout that struggle though, and, undeterred, I tossed the garment off the bed and went right back to slamming into my gorgeous wife, giving her the best fucking any one man could give her, which is what she deserved.