This story is a continuation of 'New Year's Eve Seduction' but can be read as a stand alone as well.
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Valentine's Day was finally here and Diane was nervous with anticipation. Her husband Mark was coming home from a week-long business trip that night and had promised to take her out on the town. Over the years their sex life had cooled off a little but they always made sure to be together for special Occasions like Valentine's Day.
Diane spent the week shopping for a new outfit and going to the gym to make sure that she looked as hot as she did when they first met 23 years ago. Diane chose a loose fitting faux-wrap around dress. The upper portion of the dress clung to her chest and offered a tantalizing glimpse of the curves of her breast from the deep plunging neck line. The cleavage was so low that she wouldn't be able to wear a bra but she didn't mind because she enjoyed showing off her body to her husband. While she didn't have a very large chest she had been blessed with a perkiness that defied the laws of physics and always got a thrill from watching Men's reactions when she went out without a bra.
The bottom part of her dress came down mid-thigh and was cut with an opening in the front where the material overlapped on itself. The effect was that the dress looked as if it had been wrapped around her body and fastened at the bottom of the neck line. When she first tried on the dress Diane noticed that the opening in the front would fall apart as she walked revealing most of her thighs with each step.
The upper portion of the dress was a bright red satin that was thin enough to clearly display the shape of her breasts underneath. The lower part of the dress was an equally bright red shade of wispy chiffon that danced around her hips as she moved.
Diane even bought a new pair of heels for the occasion, a pair of 5" silver spiked heels held on by two thin silver straps across her toes and around her ankles. She knew that she would look like a knockout in her new outfit and couldn't wait for her husband to see it.
Diane spent the morning at the salon getting her hair and nails done and decided to do something extra special for her man. When she told the stylist that she wanted to get a Brazilian wax, she was convinced to get their special V-Day package. The special package included a coloring and a custom trim. To her delight she left the salon with her pussy shaved bare except for a small patch of neatly trimmed hair above her clit that was dyed red and shaved into a heart shape.
After coming home from the salon Diane placed her dress out on her bed and took a long shower being careful not to get her hair wet. An hour later she was sitting in front of her vanity applying the finishing touches on her makeup when the phone rang.
"Hi honey, it's me."
"Hi Mark."
"I've got some bad news. My connection out of Chicago was canceled and it looks like I'm going to have to spend the night at the airport hotel."
"What? It's Valentine's day! Can't you take another flight?"
"I tried; every other flight is booked solid."
"I can't believe it. I've been looking forward to seeing you all week."
"I know. Me too. Maybe you can make the best of the situation and take one of your girlfriends to the restaurant; it is non-refundable after all."
"But, I want to go with you..."
"I'll make it up to you honey. I promise. Here comes my shuttle, I've got to go. Bye."
"Bye, I love you."
"I love you too Diane."
CLICK
Dejected she sat there staring into the mirror for what felt like an eternity. They had never been apart on Valentine's day before and she couldn't bear the thought of breaking their tradition now.
Eric was not looking forward to Valentine's Day. His last girlfriend dumped him on New Year's Eve and despite a few dates here and there he was still single. Another holiday meant for couples to celebrate that he would spend alone...
Not that he spent New Year's Eve entirely alone. He often thought back to that night when he and his mother danced together and ended up having sex in his basement bedroom shortly after sharing a midnight kiss. The sex was incredible and the excitement of the experience was only intensified because of how taboo it was. In the days following that night he and his mother did their best to avoid each other, was it shame? or was it a forbidden temptation that they were trying to control? Over time they relaxed around each other, but neither one had yet openly acknowledged the intimate act that they shared in his bed.
After several weeks had passed Diane had managed to convince herself that it was the alcohol that got to them that night and that it wasn't because they had any actual sexual feelings for each other. Over time she began acting normal around her son and the guilt of what she did started to fade.
Eric came home to find his mother in the kitchen wearing an old t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a beer and a tub of ice cream.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your hot date with dad?"
"He can't make it. His flight was canceled, so I'm all alone on Valentine's day. At least I have cookies and cream."
"That sucks, I know you've been looking forward to tonight."
Eric knew that his father had gone all out and booked them a table at the most exclusive restaurant in town.
"I spent all week looking for the perfect dress and I won't even get to wear it. It's OK though. He said he will take me out another time."
"But this is Valentine's Day. You shouldn't be left alone to wallow in a tub of ice cream."
"Do you have a better idea?"
"I could be your date for the night."
"I appreciate the thought Eric, but I'd rather just watch some TV and go to bed early."
"I can dust off my old suit and be ready in no time."
"What suit? The only suit you have is like 10 years old and probably doesn't fit you. Anyway this is more of a tuxedo occasion."
"I can wear dad's tux. We're about the same size right?"
