March 14th

Hopefully, this was published on March 14th, to match the title. I asked, but that's all I can do. If it wasn't, just know that I tried.

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Tonya was cleaning up from supper when she heard the doorbell. She knew Darrel wouldn't be answering it, so she quickly dried her hands and headed to the door. She met her naked husband as he was heading for the bedroom, disappointment clear on his face.

"Let me see who it is, and I'll send them on their way. You'll just have to wait a little bit longer."

That put a bit of a smile on his face, and he continued out of sight before she answered the door.

She was shocked to find her sister sobbing on their doorstep. She couldn't turn her away, especially in her current condition, so she opened the door wider.

Darrel was peeking out from the bedroom, frowning as he realized that the second half of the day's celebration was in rain delay. He figured that they would prefer to be alone, so he got dressed and went out for a jog.

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Tonya held her questions as she led Jordan to their couch, worried she was going to collapse before they got there.

"Now, tell me what's wrong, sis?"

Jordan started crying even harder for a bit, then struggled to explain.

"Chuck wanted to celebrate today's adult holiday, but I was hesitant to agree."

Tonya was shocked. "You've never done that for Chuck before?"

"No!" Jordan suddenly got a surprised look on her face. "Have you done that for Darrel?"

"Of course, and not just once a year either. He really enjoys it, and I couldn't expect him to go down on me if I didn't do that for him."

Jordan turned pale, but Tonya wasn't paying attention, distracted by her thoughts about later with Darrel.

Focusing back on Jordan, Tonya asked, "So what happened? Why did I find you crying on my doorstep?"

"I don't know. I decided to do it, and I told him that I was off to visit the butcher, but when I got home, he just yelled at me and kicked me out of the house."

Tonya couldn't help but stare at her sister, utterly confused.

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"Hold on, Jordan. Back up and tell me everything."

"Well, Chuck really went all out for Valentine's Day this year. Roses, chocolates, new dress, jewelry, carriage ride along the lake, reservations at a fancy restaurant..." There was a huge smile on Jordan's face as she recalled that glorious day. "When we got home, he pampered me and made sweet love to me, completely focused on my enjoyment. Everything was perfect.

"Then, a few days later, he asked if I would be willing to treat him to the men's version of Valentine's. I was confused, but he explained that February 14 was so focused on the women that some men had claimed March 14 for their own adult holiday. I was still a bit confused, so I told him I would think about it.

"I had to do an Internet search just to figure out what he was talking about.

"I knew some guys were into that, but I didn't realize how many of them there were, nor that they had created a national holiday around it. I thought about it long and hard. I was apprehensive, but I love him enough that I decided to go through with it."

She paused, looking a bit sad, while Tonya looked rather disappointed in her sister.

"Do you remember the young guy at the meat counter that always flirts with me?" Jordan couldn't help but blush a bit, thinking about him again. "It was so embarrassing, but I didn't know who else to ask."

Tonya was even more confused, and she couldn't help but interrupt. "What's so embarrassing about asking for help picking out a couple of steaks?"

Jordan tilted her head and looked at her sister with a quizzical expression. "Why would I buy steak for Pi Day?"

"If you wanted a pie, why ask the butcher?"

Tonya suddenly froze with a horrified expression on her face.

"No! Please tell me you didn't do that. My own sister couldn't be that stupid..."

Jordan looked annoyed. "What do you mean? He asked to celebrate the adult version of Pi Day, which I discovered is Creampie Day. Apparently involving another guy is what makes it special.

"As I left, I even told Chuck I was off to visit the guy from the meat counter."

Tonya just shook her head. "Oh, Jordan... That's not what he wanted. If you had searched for the date instead of Pi Day, you would have found that March 14 is also Steak and Blowjob Day. We had steak for dinner, and Darrel was waiting naked on the couch for his blowjob when you arrived."

Jordan suddenly looked down at the couch she was sitting on.

Tonya just laughed. "Try not to think too much about it. We've both been naked on pretty much every surface in this house that a person can be naked on. I bet your house is no different."

Jordan couldn't help but blush.

"Let me guess," Tonya said, trying to get back on track. "You got home to find him anxiously waiting, only for him to be disappointed that you didn't have any steaks to fix for supper?"

Jordan just nodded with a whimper. "Then he got angry when I said I was going to get naked so he could enjoy his treat, but that was nothing compared to his reaction when I pulled up my dress and he saw the cum dripping out of me.

"I won't repeat the things he called me as I ran out of the house, terrified."

Jordan looked up at her older sister, quivering like a whipped puppy. "I didn't know what else to do, so I came here."

Tonya sighed as her sister's eyes started leaking again.

"I don't know if you can bounce back from this one, Jordan. That was a fuck-up of mythical proportions."

Tonya hurried to continue, as Jordan looked ready to start bawling again.

"All you can do is be honest with him, and hope he accepts the ditzy blonde defense. I'd also recommend blowjobs. Lots and lots of blowjobs."

Tonya scowled at Jordan, who looked broken and lost.

"Go use my shower and get yourself cleaned up, then grab some scrubs out of my closet. I'm not sure if he'll ever want to see you again, but I'm pretty sure he'll never want to see that dress.

"Then call ahead to his favorite steakhouse, and take home a steak this time."

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Jordan sat in her car, staring at their house. They had been so happy here for years, and she had screwed it all up in one day.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the car, making sure to grab the bag from the passenger seat. She breathed a small sigh of relief when her key still worked, and the chain wasn't latched. Chuck was nowhere to be seen, but the faint sounds told her that he was downstairs, letting out his frustrations in their home gym.

She tried to be quiet as she quickly set a place for him at the table, then served the meal she had brought home. She triple-checked everything, desperate for it to be perfect. Satisfied, she headed to the top of the stairs and yelled down.

"Chuck, would you please come up to the kitchen."

She heard muttering, but couldn't make out the words, followed by the crash of a dropped weight, then silence. She quickly ran back to the kitchen and took her position, waiting anxiously to see if he would join her. As she heard him coming up the stairs, she held her breath, waiting to see what he would do.

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Chuck swore as he heard his wife's voice. He was still devastated by what she had done, and he had hoped that she would spend the night at her sister's. He let the weights drop a bit farther than usual, as he realized that they probably sent her home so they could finish the day's celebration. After all, Darrel was the one who first told him about Steak and Blowjob Day.

Wearily, he ascended the stairs like a condemned man heading to the electric chair. He just couldn't figure out why she did it. He had never feared her being unfaithful, and then for her to hit him with it on this day. Sure, there were worse days, but this was definitely top five.

He stopped as he entered the kitchen. There was no sign of Jordan, but there was a steak with all his favorite fixings waiting on the table. If he wasn't mistaken, it was even a porterhouse. He looked around again, but the kitchen appeared to be empty, and there was only one place setting on the table. He let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It was clear that she was trying to apologize without getting in his face, and he appreciated the gesture. He considered looking for her, but he decided to just accept things in the manner offered.

As he moved to sit down, he was surprised as two arms appeared from under the tablecloth, only to yank his shorts and boxers to the floor. Looking down, he saw Jordan peeking out with a hopeful look on her face. He paused, but only a fool would pass on what was obviously being offered, and his mother didn't name him April. They would need to talk later, but actions speak louder than words, and he was looking forward to her presenting her oral arguments.

Sitting forward in the chair was a bit awkward, but the discomfort was immediately forgotten as his dick was aggressively sucked into a waiting mouth and assaulted by a tongue that wanted to lick every square inch of it. It was a challenge to focus on the steak in front of him when all he wanted to do was lean back and enjoy what was happening below the table. Still, somehow, chewing a bite of perfectly grilled steak while getting your cock cleaned was as close to Heaven as Chuck had been in a very long time.

The steak was momentarily forgotten as his world exploded. Jordan increased the suction, swallowing everything he gave her and trying to get more. He put his hand on her head to push her away, but she resisted. She stopped sucking, just letting his now limp dick lay on her tongue. He gave her a moment, then slowly slid back in his chair, the sensation on his dick as it slid out of her mouth making him shudder.

He watched in amazement as she crawled out from under the table, wearing nothing but a pair of knee pads. He had to admit, it was a damn sexy look.

She looked hesitant as she stood there, waiting for him to say something. He couldn't help but admit to himself that he stilled loved this woman, and he wasn't as angry as he had been earlier. He nodded to her usual spot at the table, inviting her to sit down.

"You have until I finish this wonderful steak to explain why I shouldn't divorce you."

Rather than sitting down, she dropped back to her knees and hugged him around the waist. It was more of a death grip than a hug, but he didn't say anything as he waited for her to pull herself together.

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"I'm so sorry!

"I only knew one holiday for today, and that led me to search for an adult version of Pi Day. I found Creampie Day, and I thought that was what you meant. I didn't learn about Steak and Blowjob Day until I interrupted my sister celebrating it with Darrel."

She looked up to gauge his reaction, but his expression was fairly neutral. Still, she took this as a good sign and continued.

"I thought about telling you no at that point, but I saw how much you wanted it. I had never even thought about cheating on you, so I didn't have anybody in mind. Finally, I remembered that the kid at the meat counter is always flirting with me. He's an awkward college kid, and I'm sure he flirts with all of his female customers, but he was the only guy I could think to ask, and he was quick to agree.

"There was nothing sexy or erotic about it. There was certainly no love. I went to his place, lifted my dress, and bent over his table. It turns out that he was still a virgin. Now I guess he's a half-virgin, as he only got about half of it in before he blew his load. I had what I needed, so I thanked him, smoothed down my dress, and hurried home to you."

Jordan looked up at Chuck, who was carefully considering her explanation. Seeing that he wasn't going to respond immediately, she turned her attention to his weakness, sucking his dick back into her mouth and bobbing her head on the quest for a second load.

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As she finished swallowing his cum, he pulled her up and onto his lap. He still didn't say anything, and the silence was too much for her.

"Can you forgive me?"

She was looking down, so she didn't see his grin as he responded. "I'm thinking about it."

She looked up with hope in her eyes. "What can I do to help you decide?"

He looked back at her with love in his eyes. "First, you have to promise once again to be mine, and mine alone. If you think I'm asking you to violate that, then you misunderstood something, so talk to me rather than doing something stupid again."

She started to look down in guilt, but he caught her chin and tilted her head back up so he could look her in the eye. She noted that his look of love morphed into lust as he continued. "Second, I really like this outfit. I expect you to wear it more often."

She couldn't help but blush at that request.

"In fact, I think every Saturday should be Steak and Blowjob Day for a while."

She squealed with happiness and snuggled against his chest as he turned his attention back to the remaining steak waiting on his plate.

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The first several drafts of this story ended with Tonya's instructions to Jordan, as I liked Tonya's order to take home a steak as a closing line. Plus, I had no idea how Chuck would react when she returned home. However, I ended up having a bit of an argument with myself, as I expected ending it there would draw a lot of FTDS comments. But, I also expected to get some flak if I did finish it, no matter whether I went with reconciliation or divorce. Finally, I just decided to try writing a confrontation and see how it turned out. As you probably noticed, I ended up liking it enough to use it. Now that you've read the story, did I make the right choice, or should I have ended it with her future hanging in the balance, allowing each reader to decide her fate in their own minds?

I also considered posting this in Humor & Satire. It's definitely a Loving Wives story, but it's more of a humorous take on it this time around. So, did I get that decision right, or should I have gone with H&S for this one?

For those wondering, yes, I'm trying to solicit more comments. Ratings are a useful reflection of the overall story, but comments are where I learn the details of what did or didn't work in each story. So, if you'd be so kind, I would love to read your comments.