Valentine Surprise

It was our first Valentine’s day after our wedding, and we planned to have dinner out. I dressed up and was ready to go, waiting for Alia, my wife.

As my eyes roamed the room, she entered wearing a black maxi dress with shoulder straps. She looked so stunning and beautiful that I just had to lean in for a long smooch on the lips. They felt juicy and soft, like a ripe strawberry. I started to slide down the shoulder strap to explore other tender parts of her, but she reminded me that we didn’t have long until our reservation at the restaurant.

We enjoyed our meal, and I encouraged her to linger a bit longer and keep talking. Earlier, I had made a plan with my friends for a special evening, and I wanted to make sure they had time to set things up and clear out.

As we reached home, we went straight to our room. She opened the door to find it decorated with LED series light. A bottle of chilled red wine and two glasses sat on the dresser beside a bowl of pitted cherries and another of whipped cream. My friends had also spread rose petals on the bed and scattered a few cards with cute sayings in among them. A red box rested in the center of the mattress, but we didn’t open it just yet. Instead, I poured her a glass of the wine left on the dresser and turned on a romantic playlist.

Tears of happiness glittered in Alia’s eyes. After a long hug, she gave me a long, deep kiss and whispered in my ear, “I love you.”

A warmth suffused my body, and I kissed her again. This time, she responded a little more passionately than before our date. This seemed to bode well for the rest of the evening.

We each enjoyed our glass of wine while I opened the red box. Inside was an oversized die, a finger-sized vibe, a soft strap of some sort, and a small plastic rod with a loop of vinyl at the end. We also found a set of folded and numbered cards. I opened one card and saw handwriting inside; it was a game, we realized. The rules were straightforward: roll the dice, open the card with that number written on it, and follow the instructions inside. It seemed interesting, so without reading ahead, we decided to play.

I went first and rolled a five. When I opened the indicated card, it read, “Hold your partner’s hands and whisper what you like most about him or her.” I took Alia’s hands in mine,  pulled her towards me, and whispered in her ear how beautiful I find her. She got goosebumps.

Then it was her turn to roll. When she saw the three, she opened the chit and read it aloud. “Kiss your partner on his or her private parts.”

Well, that embarrassed me. I wasn’t sure how she would react, but she just smiled and pushed me down on the bed. Slowly, she removed my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear. It probably goes without saying that my excitement made itself obvious, and when her hand wrapped around my erection, I sighed with pleasure. Though she only kissed the tip of my manhood, it felt amazing. Still, she continued looking at and playing with it. I asked her to kiss it a few more times and she did, gently. Then she let it slip between those luscious pink lips, but I asked her to stop. I certainly didn’t want to ejaculate this early in the evening.

Alia sat up, smiling, and handed me the dice. This go, I rolled a four, which gave me these instructions: “Undress your partner, put whipped cream in various places, and lick it off.” I pushed her down and lowered her shoulder straps, finding to my surprise a sexy, black lace bra and panty. I unhooked the front clasp of the brassiere and licked her pink nipples, which made her moan a little. Then I applied a dollop of cream to her boob and balanced a cherry on her nipple with my finger before licking and nibbling her clean. By the time I finished, I was a bit sticky—but she was oven-hot!

“My turn!” Alia grabbed the dice and got a two. The card directed, “Have your partner touch you erotically with the little vibrator on his or her finger.” As I removed Alia’s last item of clothing, I could see and smell the little drops oozing out of her sweet cunt. I spread her legs again and pushed my middle finger in a little bit; she moaned and grabbed hold of my hair, clenching her muscles around me. Then I took the mini-vibe in my other hand and brought it to her clit, watching her thrash under my explorations. After about five minutes, she was soaked. I wasn’t sure she would want to go on with the game, but she surprised me.

Card number one told me, “Take a hot bath together and relax with a glass of wine, then do something magical together.” We both were excited about this task. I lifted her and carried her to the bathtub—to our surprise, there were rose petals waiting inside—then lowered her to her feet and set the water temperature. Slowly, I put her in the bathtub, then I entered and sat down opposite her. After that, we toasted the evening. As she drank her wine, a few drops clung to her lips, so I leaned forward and kissed them away, progressing to a deeper kiss as she responded favorably. I slipped my hand down to her sweet spot, and it was so hot.

I asked her what position she felt comfortable trying in the tub. I was lying with my head over the edge, and she stood and looked down at me, saying, “I’m going to sit on you.” As she lowered herself, I guided my manhood inside her, and we began to rock in that great tub of love. Her movements created small ripples and waves that brushed the tender petals exquisitely against our skin. I couldn’t resist licking her luscious boobs right in front of my face and pressing them in my palms. After some time, I reached a top-notch moment.

“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, and she said, “Don’t worry, it’s a safe day.  Do it inside me.” Hearing that, I let loose with a whole lot of cum inside her pussy in that warm tub. It was amazing.

She dozed on top of me for a little while, and after that, we dried off and returned to our room. We ate some of the fruit and cream to regain our energy, then noticed that only card number six remained. We read it together: “Do BDSM.” I was not quite sure about that.

Alia asked, “What is BDSM?”

I explained what little I knew, and she seemed excited to try it. So I tied her wrists with the soft strap from the box, then secured them to the headboard. She spread her legs wide, and I climbed between them and gave her a fast fingering, telling her she was getting what she deserved. She was moaning loudly by now, and with her hands tied, she couldn’t do a thing.

Next, I moved up to her head, grabbed her hair, and tugged backward until her mouth opened and I could push my manhood inside. She bit down on me, which hurt a little but I thrust a few times and called her my dirty girl. Then I untied her, took the mini-crop from the red box, and asked her to get on all fours. When she did so with no hesitation, I spanked her with it. I did it lightly at first, but she wiggled her hips and said, “A little harder, please?” Soon her buttocks began to glow. I reintroduced the vibrator on full speed inside her swollen pussy and continued spanking her. Her loud moaning told me that the experiment was to her liking and also stirred my erection back to full force.

After a while, I turned her onto her back with her ankles on my shoulders. Once I got my penis seated inside her, I lifted her and pushed her back against the wall. I started pounding her rapidly in a standing pose. Her cunt dripped and she shouted, “I’m gonna cum!” But I asked her to try and hold off for a few more seconds; after only a couple of strokes more, we both cummed together. I lay her on the bed and withdrew, watching white liquid ooze out onto the sheets. I felt amazing. We slept naked that whole night.

In the morning she was still naked, seated near the window and calling me to wake up. She offered me a coffee, and then we talked about what an amazing night we had. After breakfast, we shared a romantic shower with a long slow fuck.

In the afternoon, she prepared a nice lunch, and while I enjoyed it, I was still hungry for her amazing body. So she agreed to have another suprise night, but this time she wanted it to be a wild one. I promised her it would be unforgettable.