It was Valentine’s Day, and I couldn’t wait for Gregory to get home. His homecoming was the highlight of every day, but Valentine’s Day was special.

Tonight, I planned a special dinner and a sexy surprise for my man. It was the biggest surprise I ever gave him, and I wasn't sure if he would like it.

This morning’s torrid wake-up call left me craving more. I wore a short red sundress and red lace panties to turn him on when he got home. I put a white apron on over it so I wouldn’t get anything on it while I worked in the kitchen.

I craved a ravishing. It had been weeks since the last time he filled my vagina with cock, and I was close to hysteria.  

Gregory got home and walked in the door.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he said, handing me a bouquet of red roses, my favorite.

“Aww, thank you, dear,” I said and gave him a big kiss. I brought the roses to the sink to add water and placed them on the table.

“Well, I don’t see any lingerie, Catherine.”

I turned around to face Gregory, saying, “You didn’t look under here, silly.”

I untied the apron and pulled it off so he could see my little red dress, “This is my before-dinner outfit, sir. What do you think?”

“Turn around so I can see,” he said. I spun around on my tip toes for him so the short dress would flare out. I knew he caught a glimpse of my red panties.

Gregory pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I reached down with both hands to feel his bulge. He was still rock hard from this morning’s wake-up call.

He had the stamina of a bull, and now he was home to finish me off.

He spun me around, bending me over the kitchen counter, and reached between my legs to feel up my cheeks and panty-covered kitty.

“Ooooo. That’s nice, sir,”

He lifted the dress to see the red lace panties covering my cheeks.

“You have a fantastic ass, Catherine,” he said, landing a hard slap on each cheek.

“Mmmmm. It’s yours for the taking, sir.”

His big hand rubbed my cheeks before returning to my blonde kitty. He liked her furry, so I left a strip of hair straight down the center for him.

He ran his hand between my legs to my love button and began rubbing me with almost imperceptible circles.

“Ooooo, yes, baby, right there.”

He teased me for a few minutes until I moaned out loud, then pulled his hand back.

“Oh! Ooooo,”  He fingered me for a few strokes before resuming his titillations. My hips were gyrating as I tried to ride his moving fingertips with my love button. Oh, God, I was so horny.

“Oh, Gregory.”

He left his thumb inside to press against my G-spot as his fingers rubbed my button outside. He was driving me crazy, teasing me like this, and he knew it.

“Gregory, do me, baby, please.”

“Are you begging me, Catherine?”

“Ooooo, baby. You’re going to make me cum,” I felt a passion burning deep inside me, and I knew I was almost there. He left his fingers inside me and grabbed my ponytail with his other hand. He pulled me upright by my hair.

I felt his breath on my ear as he spoke, “You better not cum without permission, Catherine. You already broke the rules this morning. Don’t make it worse.”

“Oh! Sir, you're going to make me cum.”

“Catherine, you are forbidden. Do not cum,”

His fingers worked me over, increasing the intensity and speed of his fingering. He landed kisses and sucker bites on my neck and ears, stoking the inferno inside me.

I couldn’t get away; he held me tightly and pulled my dress open, and pawed my boobs with his free hand. His fingers between my legs, his mouth on my neck, and his hand on my boobs all conspired to make me cum.

“You better not cum, Catherine.”  

“No, sir. Mmmmm. No! Oh!” I tensed my muscles, trying to push away my impending orgasm, my body shaking from the effort.

He began giving me a sucker bite under my right ear, he groped my nipples with one hand and twiddled me between the legs, but so far, I was able to hold out.

He pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “Good girl,” at that exact moment, he pushed his fingers inside my kitty and pressed his thumb into my ass. He gripped me like a six-pack. I came my brains out.

“Oh! No! Ooooo fuck, sir,” I said as my orgasm exploded like a volcano inside me. I came hard, squirting a blast of girl juice on the cabinets, my legs, and the floor.

My mind went blank; all I knew was pure orgasmic delight.

Gregory held me up and bent me over the counter to keep me from dropping to the floor in a shivering, orgasmic heap.

When it passed, I realized his hand on my back pinned me to the counter. I tried to stand, but my legs were shivering, still too weak to stand. I was in for it now.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Catherine.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Master.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

“No, sir.”

“Catherine, are you lying to me?”

“No, sir.”

Gregory pulled me up from the counter, pulled my dress off, threw it on the table, and bent me over again. This time, I stood with my bare feet apart, my hands flat on the countertop, bent over with my rear end exposed.

My ass was in perfect paddling position. He rubbed my cheeks and gave them a couple of slaps. He pulled my panties down my legs, and I kicked them off.

“It’s time for your annual V-Day spanking, Catherine,” he smiled.

“I don’t remember seeing that on the calendar, sir,” I giggled.

I knew he was going to light me up. I craved it.

He reached into the kitchen drawer and pulled out the long wooden spoon. We love those wooden kitchen utensils. We use them for everything.

He gave my ass a few good sharp whacks that took my breath away. Wow! This was going to sting.  

He paddled me rapidly, alternating between cheeks, whacking me for a few minutes until tears filled my eyes.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Catherine?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Did you lie to me, Catherine?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. It will never happen again, I promise,“ I lied.

Gregory kissed me on the forehead. “Good girl,” he lied back.

I pulled my dress back on and put my undies in my pockets. I cleaned up my puddle of girl juice, and we went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

“Don’t forget my surprise, honey. You’ll never guess what it is.” I teased as we showered under the hot spray.

“Is it a new fishing rod?” he guessed as he scrubbed my back.

“No, Gregory, it’s not a new rod. The one you have works fine,” I said, giggling as I reached behind me to grab him. His semi-erect rod was always ready for action.

“Is it new wheels for the car?” I rolled my eyes.

“No, it’s way better than dumb old wheels.”

My friend Mia was coming over to join us as Gregory’s Valentine’s Day surprise. She was a barista at our local Starbie’s. I stopped in frequently for coffee or lunch, but really just to talk to Mia. She and I chatted about everything and quickly became friends. She hinted at her interest in hooking up, so I invited her for Valentine's Day dinner.

She was infatuated with Gregory and curious about our lifestyle. She wanted what I had with Gregory but hadn’t found the elusive Mr. Right.

I must confess that she intrigued me as much as we did her. The 23-year-old uni student was a petite girl about my size with fiery red hair, blue eyes, a shapely rear end, and a flat chest. She was perfect. I wanted to eat her up.

Her flat chest excited me as much as my ample bosom excited her. The first time we made out, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We walked to her car, and before she got in, she hugged me and gave me a kiss. I kissed her back, our mouths opened, and we started going at it.

I broke the kiss and pulled away. She sent shivers through me, and I knew right then that I had to have her.

I broke our embrace and proposed she join us for Valentine's Day dinner. She accepted before I finished my sentence. We parted ways and sexted until our date. A car would bring her to me that evening, and I was ready to explode in anticipation.

We turned around so I could scrub Gregory’s back while he shampooed his hair. I made sure to get my hands full of his firm ass cheeks too.

“You’ll never guess, so quit trying,” I said as I reached around to soap up his fat dick. I reached between his legs to fondle his sack as I gave him a proper reach-around hand job. God, I had a long. thick cock in one hand and a heavy sack of balls in my other, and I couldn't have been happier.

“Here, let me take your mind off it. God, you have such a nice cock, sir. All my friends are jealous because none of their men are hung like you.”

I felt him get stiffer and bigger as he asked, “You tell other women about me?”

I squeezed his big balls and tightened my grip on his soapy tool. My lips were touching his back when I spoke, “Of course we do, we talk about everything, especially our men. Do you know the neighbor, Marty? The big loudmouth across the street? Well, his dick is only…”

“That’s OK, dear; I don’t want to know,” he said, cutting me off. Marty was a real douchebag who treated his wife like shit.

“…three inches,” I said, gripping him a little tighter and stroking him faster. “Now you know why he has such a big truck,” I giggled.

Gregory laughed, then moaned as I fondled his balls and jacked him off. I could make my stud cum anytime I wanted. He was much bigger than me, but I felt so powerful when I had him in my hand.

I started stroking faster under the hot spray of the shower. I bit his muscular back and said, “Ooo baby cum for me, stud.” Hubby groaned again.

His rock-hard cock was standing at attention for me again, “Cum for me, baby, cum! Do it!” I shouted.

I gave his balls a tight squeeze, and he groaned loudly. His entire body tensed up as he blasted a massive load of ball batter all over the shower as I finished him off.

“Go get ready; it’s almost time. Your outfit is hanging in the closet,” I said as I rinsed the shower and wiped it down with a dry towel.

Mia would be there soon. She would help me make a romantic dinner for Gregory, and then we would be his dessert.

To be continued…