Valentines Day was approaching and Rob was trying to think of the perfect gift for his wife Mary. He was a good gift giver -- listening throughout the year to what she said she may like to have, then surprising her by remembering on Valentines Day, her birthday, or their anniversary.
This year Rob was out of ideas, so he emailed Mary's friend who worked downtown, near him. "Kate, let's get together for coffee tomorrow afternoon. I need an idea or two from you. Thanks, Rob."
They met at the little coffee shop on the corner and Rob bought Kate's coffee. Kate and Mary went way back and Rob figured Kate was the only person who knew things about Mary that he didn't.
"What's up, Rob?"
"Well you know Valentines Day is coming up, Kate, and I'm just out of ideas this year."
Kate started to give some standard ideas before Rob interrupted.
"Here is what I was thinking, Kate. I read this advice column in one of those free city papers the other day from a 35-year-old woman, same as Mary, who'd been married 9 years, same as us. She said how their sex life was still great but that it was so routine. I remember her writing 'If my husband licks my pussy one more time I'm going to scream.'"
Rob startled himself a little with his forwardness.
"I think our sex life is great, but I ask Mary all the time if there is anything else that she wants and she always says no. So now I'm asking you, her best friend. Has she ever mentioned anything to you? I want to make this a Valentines Day to remember."
"I have an idea...but I want to make sure first. We're going out to lunch Saturday, let me subtly feel her out and get back to you."
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The following Tuesday Kate and Rob met for coffee again. Rob was anxious knowing that he was going to hear something his wife wanted, something she hadn't even told him.
After some idle chit-chat, Kate said, "Are you ready, Rob?"
"Sure, lay it on me."
"OK. Mary loves you. Clearly you respect each other a lot and you're each very successful professionally. But sometimes Mary said, she wants to be treated, ah, without so much respect. She said she remembers some of her college days where a boyfriend or two was just having his way with her, using her body to get himself off, and how hot that made her. I think she's needs to be dominated a bit, Rob. Show her how awfully horny and out of control she still makes you."
"That I can do!" Rob exclaimed. He threw a 10 on the table, kissed Kate on the cheeks, and offered an enthusiastic thank you.
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A few times after that Mary had asked Rob what he wanted for Valentines Day and each time he said, "You'll see -- and I bet I'm going to get it."
Mary just assumed the usual V-Day blowjob she provided was all Rob meant.
The Saturday morning of Valentines Day came and Rob said he had to go into work but that he had reservations and to be home at 6:30, they had to be out the door by 7:30. Mary said she'd go to the gym and meet him at home at 6:30 to go out.
Rob was home when Mary arrived from the gym, sweaty and out-of-breath but sexy as ever.
"Hop in the shower, do your hair, and then you get your surprise!" Rob said, showing Mary a white box that looked like it contained some new clothes for the evening.
Mary was full of anticipation while in the shower wondering where their reservations might be and what she would be wearing. Rob was good at picking out clothes for her, part of his sensitive nature (that she didn't realize was about to end).
Rob poked his head in the bathroom,"Remember, baby. Get all ready except for getting dressed, then come out, okay?"
Rob was naked as she came out of the bathroom, squeaky clean, make-up on, and hair done. She looked beautiful -- her 35-year-old body as perfect as the day he'd met her.
Rob held the white box in front of him and said, "You look amazing, baby. You have no idea how many times each day I think about your perfect body and think of fucking you."
Mary thought this language, as relatively mild as it was, was a little strange coming from Rob. "Let me go get your gift, Rob. Then I want mine!"
Rob blocked her way out of the room, and said, "You are my gift" in a strong tone she wasn't used to.
He scooped her light body up unexpectedly and threw her on the bed, then straddled her waist, holding both of her wrists above her head with one of his strong hands.
"Every day you walk around this house making me horny as hell. Dressing in front of me, undressing in front of me. Just seeing your ass in your tight pants when you walk away from me. Our sex is great, but I bet you have no idea how many times each week I beat off thinking about you."