[mval] [2003-08-19] His Funky Valentine [MF]
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.
Word Count: 1262 [Title changed 2003-09-03]
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!"
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///// Completed 08-19-2003 by Rajah Dodger rdodger@hotmail.com
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