"Honey, I just can't get into writing a Valentine's story."
"Why not?"
"Every one I start ends up being just a typical erotic tale, with a few gratuitous references to cinnamon hearts tossed in. I feel like if I post them, the fine folks at Lit will bitchslap me for arrogance. Or stupidity."
"What have you got so far?"
Mallory read the current draft over my shoulder. Having a wife willing to share my passion for erotica was great. Mallory was much younger than me, barely out of college. Her daddy fixation matched my desires perfectly. Her lush curvy body and long auburn hair complimented her sharp wit and mischievous behaviour. We shared a love of erotica, and it kept the spice in our love, but Mallory in real life was a one man woman. She began massaging my shoulders. Her breasts brushed my head.
"I have a plot idea about a woman whose boyfriend buys her chocolate for a present. She doesn't buy him a gift, so she melts it and pours warm chocolate over his cock and balls and licks it off."
"Very Gift of the Magi like."
"Except in that story, they end up with gifts neither can use- except their mutual love. In my idea, it turns into a gift for both of them. It ends with her sharing a mouthful of his chocolate laced cum with him, smearing the chocolate all over their faces."
"That's a good start. It's a very hot image. I can taste the chocolate as we speak."
"But it's so short. Not really a whole story."
"Well, have her climb onto his lap as they kiss. She must wear a short skirt. His cock gets stiff again, pressing up against her skirt. She wriggles, so the skirt slides up to her waist. His cock starts teasing her slit. Or would you rather it is her ass cleft?"
"Definitely different audiences there." Mallory now ran her nails along my biceps, her breast pressed around my ears.
"I see that the ideas are getting a rise out of you."
"Thinking about his hard cock trying to pierce her labia. Of course, she'd be very damp, but worried about contamination from stray bits of chocolate."
"If you want group sex, you could have her room mate enter at that moment, to inspect for cleanliness."
"Or the incest version would be...."
"...his sister –in-law?"
"Mallory! I never knew you thought of your sisters that way. Which would you have in mind?" My wife was one of four girls – no brothers. Her older sister, Bridget, was our maid of honour. Known as "B", she was a strong athletic woman, with a full figure, and round hips, but it all looked like muscles, not fat. There had been lots of banter at the drunken reception about three ways. Although Mallory had kept insisting she was a one man woman, B kept teasing that "so, what does that mean about an MFF?"
Mallory had replied. "I never was good at sharing, unlike the twins." The other Good girls- that was Mallory's maiden name- were Krista and Claire, barely in their twenties now.
At the time of the wedding they were eighteen. Rumour had it that these tall slim beauties with blonde hair down to their waists liked to play 'secret swap' on their dates. I had asked Mallory whether it was true that the only way to tell them apart was Krista had a butterfly tattooed on her left inner thigh, where Claire had a rose on her right thigh. Her reply had been a brisk, but playful slap and the usual reminder about her "not being the sort to share everything."
So, Mallory now suggesting a sister-in-law incest Valentine story was astounding. "Which sister?" I repeated.
There was long pause, as Mallory's hands worked my muscles. My cock started growing. Was it the thoughts of the sexual intrigue, or the soft touch? Both, probably. Finally, Mallory whispered in my ear, "Well, if it was the twins, they'd want to share. So, B would have to do, at least if you don't want to get worn out. But it's never going to happen."
"It's your plot, go on."
"That's easy. B is very oral, and extremely uninhibited. Do you know she blew the best man at our wedding reception, even though she brought a date?"
"Donnie never told me that. Lucky guy!"
"So you'd like the idea of my sister licking stray streaks of chocolate off your cock?"
"I thought the inspection would be more of your cunt. That's where the contamination risk is. It was the thought of B's tongue opening your pussy like a rose, laving each fold like a petal, which has me stiff."
"Since it's Valentine's, I would wear that cinnamon body spray you like so much."
"I know you say it's never going to happen, but my cock doesn't care."
"Was it hoping for a version with the twins?"
"I think it wanted a Valentine's hot tub party. Four lovely naked Good sisters, all radiating cinnamon scents as the heat rises off the water. As they breathe, their chests rise, almost in a musical rhythm. Occasionally, they inhale deeply and a chest rises above the top of the water, red nipples responding to the frigid air, becoming hard little pebbles. My cock thinks that they would be just like cinnamon hearts. And just as tasty."
I noticed Mallory was no longer rubbing my body. She seemed to have backed away. I twisted my head around just in time to see her sweater going over her head. Although her lovely face and lush hair was hidden, her supple breasts were displayed neatly in a sheer purple uplift bra. The button at the top of her low slung jeans was also undone. One hand was caressing the valley between her tits; the other was languidly rubbing her belly. I knew the far away look in her eyes as 'lost in passion'.
"Tell me more about how B would lick my pussy while you watch."
" I'd prefer if you tell me how it would feel. Make it more realistic."
"None of this is realistic. No girl has ever licked my pussy. None ever will, especially not my sister B."
" But the thought turns you on. You'd like her kissing your cunt...say it..."
"Cunt? I'll say 'cunt', but not that B should lick it, Not for all the valentine's chocolate in the world."
"Then how would she clean it?"
"Hmmm...you have a point there- for the purposes of your story at least. I suppose she could douche me, and swallow the liquid as it gushes out of my pussy lips. Is that kinky enough?"
"Oh, you are perverse- willing to consider watersports, but not actual genital contact lesbianism. But isn't Valentine's day about sharing love? And isn't that about kissing? What could be better then than two sets of lips, kissing your two sets of lips?"
My cock was now fully engorged, sticking out like a flagpole. I pushed my sweat pants down, allowing it to burst free. Mallory had popped her right breast out of the bra and was vigourously twisting the nipple. Her left hand was teasing herself inside her loose pants, just scratching the top of her cunt, not allowing contact with her clit. Her eyes were locked on mine, except occasionally they drifted down to stare at the precum oozing out of my slit.
"Well, I guess you're right – the MFF fantasy was my addition to the story. It will never happen in real life, but let me describe how I think it might feel. I think it would be a lot like a guy's tongue, only smaller and maybe less rough. I know B has excellent oral hygiene. Her tongue is pink. Sorry, in the story, it should be a blood red for Valentine's Day, but it's quite pink. Say, don't you love how it flicks out the corner of her mouth when she gets excited. Not like me- I just tend to stick mine right out over my lower lip. I wonder if that means B likes to roll her tongue around when she gives head."
"If she gives head a lot, like you say, I bet that's a technique she's learned. Most guys love having their shaft laved, tongue bathed in slow twisting motion up the full length while the gal fondles their balls and pumps the root. Then, a real virtuoso rolls the tip of her tongue in the peeslit. Some guys might be too sensitive to really like that though."
"Women like a twisting action on their clit too."
