I'm well aware that Valentine's Day is really nothing more than a Hallmark holiday designed to help stores sell things, and my wife Ann and I had seen it as such for most of our lives, long before we even met each other. What the day does have in its favor though is its timing, especially as Ann and I see life get busier and more complicated the older we get. February where we live is a pretty desolate month: cold, stress at work and not much going on as far as activities. A couple years ago, we decided Valentine's Day was good enough to use as an excuse to take a break for ourselves and focus on our marriage.
This year, the time together was much needed. With the constant pressure with work and raising a family, we had hardly any time lately to spend just the two of us, let alone be intimate. It had been at least three weeks since the last time we had sex, so we were both more than ready for it. The original plan was to wait until the day after Valentine's Day, actually, because we had made reservations at a local hotel and restaurant where we would enjoy steak, a movie and then each other. For literal Valentine's Day, we would keep it simple: candlelight, maybe a movie, maybe some sushi and then go to bed, saving the real fun for the following night.
It didn't work out that way. After finally getting the romantic time alone together, it became apparent very early on that sex couldn't wait another night. It had been too long a wait and we were ready for it now. The mood was set with the candles all over the living room, and our toddler was long since passed out down the hall, still young enough to not be affected by the parents' being naughty on the other side of the house.
We didn't even get halfway through the movie we had picked, we were so distracted by each other. It started when I gave her shoulders and back a massage. Let me be honest: I knew it would turn her on. I had been craving sex with my wife for days on end now and wasn't worried about spoiling tomorrow's plans. Ann almost always had my constant attention. Not only was she my best friend, but I had married the sexiest woman I had ever met. She was perfect for me to begin with, standing about 5'5", thin with Italian skin and dark hair. Her boobs gave me more than a good handful and, along with her ass, always magnetized my eyes to them. As we kissed on the couch, my hands were seemingly magnetized to those parts as well.
Once it became clear that we weren't waiting another night for each other, Ann suggested we go take a shower and brush our teeth. We did just that, helping each other undress in the bathroom before hopping into the shower together. Of course, she likes the water way too hot, so there was only a little playing with each other and mostly just cleaning ourselves. Once we were done in the shower, I made my way back to the living room naked to set the mood with some music. Then I lay a blanket down with a pillow on the rug so we had a comfortable spot. When I turned around, Ann was coming down the hallway, hair loose and only a blanket wrapped around her. For some reason, the look was incredibly sexy, and I let her know it. She grinned and, in response, dropped the blanket just off her right shoulder, giving me a sneak peek at more of her tan flesh.
We began to make out, which led to Ann's dropping to her knees in front of me and taking my cock in her hand, stroking the shaft and rubbing my balls before taking me into her warm, wet mouth. I moaned and ran my fingers through her dark hair as my wife slid her head back and forth, sucking my cock as all but her shoulder remained covered by that blanket.
After a couple minutes of letting my wife suck my cock, I guided Ann down to the floor. As she reclined, she threw the blanket open to reveal her magnificent body. I gave her one more kiss on the lips and then got to work on the rest of her frame, sliding down and starting from the bottom up. I began by kissing the tips of her toes and then sliding my tongue up to the top of her foot and back to her ankle. Then I kissed my way up, alternating between both legs before arriving at her pussy. I helped my wife spread her legs, and then I dove right in, sliding my tongue into her delicious, sweet, wet hole.
Ann moaned and slid down a little more onto her back as she held onto the edges of the blanket and moaned, enjoying my treatment of her twat. I lingered a bit at her pussy, eager to move on but equally entranced with eating out my wife, as for some reason or other she tasted especially sweet today. I continued to hold her thighs apart and worked to push my tongue as deep into her slit as I could until I decided to move past it, kissing up her stomach and stopping momentarily again, this time at her breasts.
Ann has so many wonderful body parts that I could never rank them. If I had to somehow, her boobs would be right near the top. I took the next moment to delight myself in them, squeezing, sucking and licking, all as Ann writhed with pleasure and moaned some more. Then I kissed her neck, up to her ear and then, finally, that perfect mouth. Inching ever closer to the main course, I pulled away for just a moment, shuffling backward and taking her ankles in either of my hands and pressing the sides of her sexy feet against my cock. Ann smiled and shifted her feet up and down my shaft while I continued to hold onto her ankles. The last time we had done a date night, I had used my wife's feet like this to bring me to completion. This time, as much as I enjoyed it, the footjob was brief, as I was aching to bury my penis in my wife's love hole.
Pulling my dick out from between Ann's feet a little more suddenly than Ann expected, I moved back forward and gave my wife another kiss. As I gazed into her gorgeous brown eyes and pressed my tongue against her lips and teeth, Ann reached for my fully erect cock, pushing it against the folds of her vagina and very slowly rubbing just my tip against her wet slit.
