His Funky Valentine

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!”