His Funky Valentine
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His Funky Valentine, by Rajah Dodger
<rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c) 2003. All rights
reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit
reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with
the stipulation that this authorship and permission
note must remain attached.
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} ***** Completed 2003-08-19, 1262
words
Copyright (c) 2003 Rajah Dodger
(rdodger@hotmail.com)
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