Valentine’s Day Revisited, Part One (L)

I’ve got to admit that after our first weekend introduction to “Empty Nesterville” (see The Fence, part one; part two and three coming up), I thought the world was teeming with sexual possibilities between me and Sharon. But as Monday rolled around and another work week began, things started to settle down between us. Sure, there was more than one steamy glance shared, more than usual ass patting, and an occasional crotch grab, but for the most part, by Wednesday, we were business as usual once more. The only big difference I could tell between being an Empty Nester and being a “roommate” to adult-aged kids was fewer loud noises upstairs at odd hours of the night.

Thursday morning began like every weekday ritual for me. I stumbled downstairs at 4 AM half asleep, turned on the coffee pot, grabbed my Bible and began to pray. I thanked the good Lord for Sharon, for the boys, for our wonderful daughter-in-law, for the grandbaby on the way, for my job, for this life. Most importantly, I thanked him for Jesus Christ–for the reconciliation he made for us on the cross. I prayed that his Spirit would fill me today and order my day. I went through my prayer notes, thoughtfully went through them with the Father, then began to read from the Word. By 5:30 I felt alive again, energized by his Word, and was ready for some exercise. I knocked out a quick twenty miles on the stationary Tri-trainer bike downstairs and headed to the shower.

Sharon was already getting ready for work and was doing her makeup, sitting at her vanity. She had on a strapless dress–one of my favorite pieces of her wardrobe–and her shoulders were exposed for my sampling. I kissed each of her shoulders and rubbed my nose in the back of her hair. I always enjoyed this brief, shared morning time. Her short-cropped, blonde highlighted hair shined wet from the shower, her makeup was perfect, and she always has a smile for me. She had a sermon playing on her iPhone as she prepped–my darling bride was readying not only her body but her soul for the challenges that would face her today. I came up for air from her hair and smiled at her in the vanity mirror.


“Hey,” she replied.

“Weekend’s coming,” I said. “What are the plans?”

“Grocery shopping. Clean the house. Yard work. The usual.”

“OK,” I replied. Then wobbled into the bathroom on bike-weary legs.

I stripped off a soaked through T-shirt and biking shorts and began to shave. I saw Sharon come up behind me in the bathroom mirror, and she reached around me, cupping my crotch. “Oh, one more thing about the weekend,” she whispered into my ear. “Do you remember Valentine’s Day?”

I stopped scraping my face and looked intently into my love’s eyes in the mirror. Valentine’s Day. Our anniversary is January 28th, so we often celebrated both our anniversary and Valentine’s Day in one big blowout weekend around that time of year. This year, we had gone to the north side of the city where there were many more restaurants and shopping to enjoy and had feasted and shopped till we dropped. Sharon had talked about getting a hotel room while we were out, but I had eventually conceded that I wanted to sleep in our bed at the end of the day. So we had made the long trek home at night–driving in the dark–not something either of us likes to do anymore.

“Valentine’s Day…” I muttered, not sure what she was thinking.

“Do you remember the overnight bag I packed just in case you wanted to stay in a hotel?”

I smiled. Oh yeah, I remembered. She had packed one of my favorite outfits–high heels, hose, black mini-skirt, red push-up bra and a white denim jacket. She looked hot as hell when she wore that for me.

“Yep, I remember, sweetie,” I said.

On our way home from our Valentine’s date, she had told me she was going to put it on for me as soon as we got home and fuck my brains out. But we came home to a house full of our sons and their friends. Instead of sex, we had a good time visiting with them. Which was a good evening all the same, but I’m just saying… blue balls are blue balls. Now, five months later, it appeared the offer was back on the table.

“What have you got in mind?” I wanted to know.

“Well, we kinda sort of have a date night on Friday nights… I thought that tomorrow night date night would be a steak on the grill, and a hot girl wearing that outfit in your bed. That work for you?”

I smiled. “Yes ma’am, that would be wonderful.”

She returned my smile and kissed me on the back of the neck. “Looking forward to it.”

I went back to shaving. You couldn’t have knocked the grin off my face with a sledgehammer.

Thursday’s work day went quickly. My responsibilities are many, so the hours flew by fast. I made my way home in rush hour traffic, paused in the driveway in my truck and muttered a quick prayer for peace and patience, then made my way into the house.

Sharon was waiting for me, wearing her Valentine’s Day outfit.

“Oh shit,” I exclaimed. I could feel the heat in my groin area increase exponentially.

She smiled, sauntered over to me, her high heels clicking on the tile of the kitchen floor, and wrapped her arms around me. “Hey, lover,” she whispered, her lips inches from mine. Then she gently kissed me.

“Did I work two days in one?” I wanted to know. “I know I’m getting old, but I’m pretty sure you said Friday was date night. Is it Friday already?”


“Then what’s with the incredibly sexy get-up?”

“Well, lover, if you’re going to be a successful empty nester, you’re going to have to keep your knees loose,” Sharon chided me, borrowing one of my favorite managerial expressions. “Zach (our oldest son) texted me today and said he and Cloe were coming down for the weekend tomorrow. And frankly, I didn’t want to miss the chance for you to fuck me silly.”

“Oh…” I marveled. This was a change in her thinking that was for sure. In times past, Sharon let things get between us and lovemaking–or at least that’s how it seemed to me.

She smiled again, kissed me again, this time more insistent, sticking her tongue into my mouth. Pulling away, she said, “Now why don’t you be a good boy, round us up some wine and some glasses and meet me upstairs.”

“That I can do, ma’am,” I replied and gave her a peck on the lips. “Will be right up.”

Sharon swayed away and I couldn’t help admiring her sweet ass and her nylon-clad legs. This was going to be a night to remember…

I took a deep breath and let the pressure of the day fade away. I dumped the contents of my pockets on my office desk, sighed, uttered another prayer of thanks to the Father for all the good things of the day, and then rounded up the wine and the glasses. Up the stairs I went, rounded the corner, and from the end of the hall I could see a slice of our bedroom bathed in candle light. Sweet jazz poured from the room. Sharon had done her best to set the stage for us. I smiled at the thought of that–my lover prepping for her lover. Is there anything more passionate and breathtaking than that?

I stepped into our bedroom. Sharon was spread out on the foot of our bed, one high-heeled foot on the floor, one up on the bed, bent at the knee. She was slowly caressing her puss with one hand underneath her skirt and one hand was rubbing over her cleavage. Behind her on the bed were our sex cushions, already set up, the ramp and wedge, positioned for optimal lovemaking. This girl had put some effort and preparation into this evening and my heart filled with desire for her and my dick was swelling with appreciation as well.

“Glass of wine, ma’am?” I offered.

“Yes, please,” she replied.

I poured two glasses and handed her one. She took a sip and handed it back. “I’ll need that later.”

“For what?”

“To wash your cum down.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a plan.”


“What’s the plan?”

“Suck your dick while you play with my puss and make me cum. I want you to shoot all over me, baby.”

“I can do that. Sounds like a nice start to the evening.”

“Then get over here… naked.”

I stepped out of my shoes, pants, and stripped off my shirt.

“Mmmm, baby you look so good,” Sharon said. “Come over here so I can rub my hands over that muscular belly.”

I stepped closer, leaned in, and kissed her as she caressed my abs. Her hands wandered down to my hardened dick and the evening stepped into overdrive. My kiss probed deeper, wrestling her tongue. My right hand wandered down to her puss and found it soaking. A rub, a tickle at her clit, and then two fingers inserted easily. I began to work in and out of her at a slow pace, in a “come hither” fashion. Sharon moaned into my mouth and began to thrust her hips up to meet me.

She pulled away from our kiss. “I want your dick in my mouth.”

I smiled and continued to work her wet puss. “All of it?” I wanted to know.

“All of it.”

“Can I fuck your mouth?”

“Fuck my mouth. Hard. Deep. Make me gag.”

“Mmm. Take it baby.” I positioned my pole at her lips and let her take me in.

“Oh, baby,” I exclaimed. “Suck that dick.”

She pulled me out, licking the head, licking the pre-cum on the slit. “Keep fucking me with those fingers. Keep fucking my mouth with this dick.”

She pulled me back in. I began to slowly thrust in and out, pumping her puss in perfect rhythm. Soon she began to hum on my dick which made me harden and thicken in her mouth. I thrusted in hard, and she pushed me off to one side into her cheek. I was hammering my fingers into her at this point, a thumb rubbing on her clit.

“Fuh…” she mumbled.

I kept thrusting… and fingering.

“Fuh…” she mumbled again.

Pumping my dick. Pushing my fingers in and out.

“Fuh! Fuh! Fuh! Fuckk!” she finally got out, pulling my dick out of her mouth. She was humping my fist for all she was worth now, pumping my cock with her fist.

“Cumming!” She cried, and she threw her head back. I grabbed a fist full of hair just below her neck as she furiously jerked my meat next to her face.

“Cumming!” I replied as a rope of cum hit her cheek, followed by another shot on her right breast, followed by another shot on her left breast. As the flow slowed to a trickle, I rubbed the last few drops on her lips.

“Oh baby, that was hot!” she said, smiling.

I marveled at my beautiful, sexy wife. She was still humping two fingers buried in her soaking puss. Cum was all over her. And she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Wine?” I offered.

“Not yet. Give me that dick. I want to suck it till it’s empty.”

I guided my still stiff member into her mouth. She sucked on it until I was hopping because of the tenderness in the head. “Easy, baby, the night’s still young.”

She pulled my dick out and looked at me with desire in those deep green, hazel eyes.

“Love you,” she sighed.

“Love you, sexy. Let’s sit and sip and fondle.”

“Sounds wonderful,” she replied.

I helped her up and we moved to our loveseat next to the bed. I handed her a wine glass and she drank deeply. For the first time I could see the sweat on her brow, the beads of sweat below her nose on her lip. For the first time I noticed the sweat on my own brow, the sheen of sweat that covered me from chest to thigh. Lovemaking in the south was definitely not for the faint of heart.

I cupped a breast and nuzzled her neck. “Thank you, lover.”

“Thank you… for your cum… and my cum…”

“Anytime,” I replied.

She smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

To be continued…

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7 replies
  1. Upcomingauthor says:

    Doggiedave you have some great stories!
    I can definitely see the love you two have had for one another over the years!

    I know you said in “The Fence: Part 2” You hadn’t told her about MH yet. I don’t know if you have by this point, but if you haven’t you should. I think she would be proud to see your wonderul writing skills!

    God bless you both and look forward to see more 🙂

  2. Lovinghusband says:

    DD – This was scorching hot! You two were so on fire!
    I love all the different varieties of our sex. I love messy
    sex. All the cum in your story was hot and messy. Your
    stories are very satisfying. God bless you two! LH

  3. CMLove says:

    Hey, DD! I gotta say, I love reading your posts! Not only is it so well written, but the love you share with your wife is breathtaking! Thank you for your stories and all your comments on MH! Your godly heart and wisdom is much appreciated! Keep em cumming!! May God bless you both as you continue to follow Him!

  4. Einstein_Writing says:

    DD- This writing is amazing! It's passionate, loving and, very sexy. While reading this I couldn't help but feel free. Free from all complicated life situations I'm in now. I felt the connection between you two. I felt the chemistry. You won't believe me but, I'm thirteen. I have been taking writing as a suggestion for my possible future careers. My IQ is honestly 136. Which is almost qenius. Any suggestions on improving my writing.

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