(a fictional story about fictional characters)
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It had been a rough twelve months for Red Foreman, but through all the trials and tribulations there had been one constant: his totally devoted, loving wife Kitty. He had struggled working for his idiot neighbor, Bob Pinciotti, at his appliance store after the plant had shut down. For one thing, Red was used to giving the orders and he just could not accept being ordered around by dumb-ass Bob. Red had quit that dead-end job and taken a menial job at PriceMart, where they at least offered benefits for his family. Kitty had been by his side supporting and encouraging him. He had finally gotten a promotion to co-manager and once again he was doing what he did best: give orders to others (including his son Eric). Just when everything looked normal again, he had suffered a problem with his heart. this was the hardest setback for Red because he had always been the strong one; the tough one; Superman, if you will. Kitty had stood by him and nursed him back to where he no longer had any restrictions on his physical activity...meaning sex.
All the setbacks had made him realize how very lucky he was to have such a selfless and wonderful wife, so this Valentines Day he vowed to show her a special time. Red had made dinner reservations at the best restaurant in town, at the Point Place Excelsior Hotel. They even featured a Ballroom, although it was really just a portion of the restaurant where a disco ball hung from the ceiling and they could shove all the tables against the walls so that people could dance. At the last minute he had reserved a room at the hotel for Valentine's night so that he and Kitty could drink and not have to drive...he had to set a good example for Eric (and besides, Kitty was a nurse and would never let him drive while impaired). Secretly, Red wanted the room so he and Kitty could have sex and Kitty could scream as loudly as she wanted without the kids hearing her.
There were only two hotels/motels in Point Place and the other was a real "dive"where only total "deadbeats and perverts" would stay, according to Red. They even rented rooms by the hour; so the Excelsior was the only place "decent" people would stay. He had wanted one of the suites on the third (top) floor, but had to settle for a regular room on the second floor because he had waited too long to call. Red was sparing no expense, because Kitty was worth it (at least this once). There was even going to be a bucket of ice with a chilled bottle of champagne waiting in the room, and a bouquet of flowers. Of course when Red told Eric about his plans he didn't want to appear soft so he merely said, "I'm taking your mother out to dinner on Valentines Day...we won't be back until the next day. If you or any of your dumb-ass friends screw anything up around here; I'll put my foot up your ass. You're all eighteen now, so you can have one beer for Valentines Day."
Eric just chuckled to himself because that was Red's favorite threat, the old foot up the ass, and he answered, "you can count on me Red...I mean Dad."
"Yeah, smart ass," Red grumbled, "that's what I'm afraid of."
Of course Eric and everyone in the neighborhood knew every detail of Red's plans because Kitty had been bragging about the planned rendezvous ever since Red told her. She was so excited about a whole night out, and wanted everyone to know there was a lot more to Red than just the coarse and rough exterior he always presented. Red and Kitty would have been surprised to learn that Eric and several of his friends also had reservations for the same night at the Excelsior. Even though they knew the Foremans would be there, no one seemed concerned about encountering each other because none of them planned on leaving their rooms. Eric and Donna, the beautiful daughter of Bob Pinciotti, had been neighbors and friends since childhood and it was inevitable that they would fall in love. Eric was actually the first one to reserve a room for the special evening, and had a very romantic evening planned...in other words: lots of sex. He had actually gotten a discount on the room because he had once waited tables at the Excelsior and the maitre' d/ reservations clerk had remembered him.
Donna's girlfriend Jackie, an absolutely gorgeous pixie, had hounded and pestered her boyfriend, Stephen Hyde, after learning of Eric and Donna's plans and he had finally relinquished and reserved a room. "I will knuckle under to the man and conform to the establishment," he informed Jackie. Hyde was never without his marijuana and made it clear to Jackie that if he had to celebrate this "manufactured" holiday, he was going to do it his way. Another of their friends, the high school's foreign exchange student, Fez had taken Eric's advice and rented a room to celebrate Valentines Day with his new girlfriend Caroline; a stunning blond. Caroline was a real beauty, but also incredibly possessive, almost to the point of being psychotic. Fez, however, was blind to her faults and merely was excited about finally having a chance to "do it."
On Valentines night after feasting on a dinner of steak (for Red) and lobster (for Kitty), they adjourned to their room after already consuming a full bottle of champagne. Kitty was tipsy, giggling with every sentence, as Red guided her upstairs at the Excelsior. She enjoyed her champagne and cocktails (and occasionally cooking wine), but was famous for not being able to tolerate liquor. Once inside the room, she flung her arms around Red's neck and kissed her man passionately. His hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of her bright red party dress as they kissed, and when they parted, he gently began to peel the dress and her half-slip down and off her still firm body. She had worn his favorite bright red matching bra and skimpy panties and Red whistled as he backed up to gaze at his bride. He poured them both a glass of champagne and they toasted a wonderful Valentines Day.
Red unbuttoned his shirt and removed it along with his undershirt while Kitty reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let it slide off her shoulders, to the floor, and then stood before him squeezing her still very firm tits together. "You know that drives me crazy," he admitted and Kitty immediately dropped to her knees, undid his belt and trousers and yanked them down to his knees, boxers and all. His enormous cock, already erect, sprang up and slapped his stomach as Kitty reached out for it.
"Mmmm, I love Big Red," Kitty cooed as she used their nickname for his penis. Grasping its girth in both hands she pulled it down to her face and ran her tongue all over the crown, a strand of pre-cum stretching from her mouth to his slit. His crown was the size of a tangerine and Kitty struggled, as usual, to get it past her lips and into her mouth; but she managed. Red stared down at his blond haired wife sucking his cock and was reminded how much he loved her. He reluctantly pulled back until his head popped free of her lips and urged her to stand.
Red used his feet to shove his pants off his legs and hugged her to him saying, "you know I love that, but this night is all about you." He guided her back until she sat on the side of the bed and then as she raised up, he slid her sexy panties down her legs and tossed them aside. Spreading her legs with his hands, Red wedged himself between them and eased his head into her crotch, breathing in her arousal. Red had never been one to administer oral sex, he thought it was perverted, but this once he wanted to totally please his wife. Gingerly sticking out his tongue, he felt Kitty jump as it made contact with her plump lips. Juices were drooling down her milky thighs, matting her dirty-blond pubic hair as he parted her slit with his fingers, sliding both index fingers inside her pussy. Spreading her cunt lips apart, Red slipped his tongue inside her and began to lap at her hole.
"Oh Red," was all Kitty could say as her husband licked her pussy for the first time in recent memory, and her body quivered as she climaxed. "I need Big Red inside me," she informed him as she began to stand so he could lay down.
"Oh no Kitty," Red directed, "I have full clearance from the doctor now so there is no need for you to be on top doing all the work. You lie down and I am going to fu.., I mean make love to you the way you deserve...like old times." Kitty lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide as Red crawled between them, his cock jutting in front of him like a third leg. Kneeling at her crotch, he grasped his pole and place the crown between her lips, making sure it was totally smeared with her lubrication. Smiling widely at her, Red just moved forward and laid down on top of Kitty, the entire twelve inches of cock sliding deep inside her cunt. "Your pussy feels so good," Red assured her as he began to slowly fuck her; inch by inch sliding his pole out and then back in, deliberately teasing and lingering. He loved watching how her lips clung to his giant log.
"Heh, heh, heh, you old sweet talker," Kitty laughed, "fuck me Red." He started to make wild love to his wife, fucking her pussy hard and deep, slamming his giant cock in and out of her now sloppy cunt.
Normally they would nave been hanging out in the Foreman basement, but on this day the entire gang was congregating in the home of Michael Kelso, the self-crowned teenage lothario of the group. The change of venue was necessary because Kelso's parents were out of town for three days, and he had acquired a half-keg of beer for the occasion. Red and Kitty had been home almost all day, so the gang decided to keep the keg at Kelso's and spend the day there. Even Caroline, who was relatively new to alcohol, had joined Fez for a day of drinking and smoking some of Hyde's best stuff.
Fez was in a great mood because he assumed with Caroline getting drunk, it would be a sure thing that they would finally "do it" that night. He, like Red, had pulled out all the stops: he had bought a giant candy filled red heart for Caroline and decided to give it to her in front of the whole gang, just to show off. When she opened the decorative heart shaped box, it was empty. Fuming and embarrassed, Fez looked directly at Kelso, who was still chewing and had specks of chocolate on his lips. "You son-of-a-bitch," Fez yelled in his funny accent, "you ate all my con-dee."
