It was a Valentine to remember. My wife sent me a sexy email at work and told me not to be late. She'd be waiting with a surprise. All day I fantasized about what we would do that evening. A nice diner, no doubt. Maybe go out for a few cocktails at a jazz bar, get a little tipsy, go home and make love.
Nothing prepared me for what I found. When I walked in, she'd called for me to come straight upstairs. I found her on the bed, in new pink negligee, surrounded by sex toys. A pink vibrator on one side, pink anal beads on the other. As I looked from the toys back at her, I took in her stockings held by a pink garter, and a matching pink lace bra that cupped her perfect breasts. I grew hard and poked against my pants. She motioned me forward and as I stepped up to her, she undid my pants, yanked them down, and released my straining cock.
Taking it in hand, she began to slowly caress it up and down. I could only stammer. "Happy Valentine’s Day,” she purred. “I thought maybe this year we could stay home."
