His Funky Valentine

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2003, 2009

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Abstract: Just because a man's out of town for Valentine's Day doesn't mean he
can't get a treat from his wife

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 sunk 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/