A Very Happy Valentine's Day - Part 2

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Holly wrapped her fingers around the mug of steamy coffee as she admired the beautiful view from Jared’s deck. “Is this how you start every day?” she asked.

“When I’m not in a rush,” he replied.

Holly sipped her coffee – which was exceptionally well made – and looked over at Jared. His hair was tousled from a night in bed, but somehow he looked even better than when he’d picked her up for their date. Perhaps that was the three orgasms Jared had provided the night before talking, though. A man tends to look better to a woman after he’s left her body trembling with pleasure, after all.

“You’re a lucky man,” Holly said with a smile.

Jared turned and reached out to take her hand in his. “Yes I am,” he replied. “And I feel luckier on this particular morning than most.”

The smell of coffee had lured Holly out of bed and she’d thrown on one of Jared’s shirts and a pair of socks and ambled towards the kitchen. He’d greeted her with a smile, poured each of them a cup of coffee, and then grabbed a blanket so Holly could wrap herself up as they stepped out onto the deck on a surprisingly warm February morning.

“How are you feeling about last night?” he asked. “Things can look and feel a little different the morning after.”

Holly smiled as Jared squeezed her hand. “I feel good. Last night was perfect. The date was great. The sex was even better. I slept like a baby, too. The whole thing really was perfect, Jared. I have no regrets, if that’s what you’re asking about.”

“Good,” Jared said. “I don’t either, of course. I’d repeat last night a hundred times out of a hundred if given the choice.”

Thoughts of the sex they’d had the night before led to a surge of arousal as her body quietly demanded that she indulge in those pleasures once more. Holly pulled on Jared’s hand and leaned over the edge of her chair. He smiled and leaned towards her. Their lips met and he reached up to caress her face as they shared a soft, sensual kiss.

With her lust further enflamed, Holly stood and Jared joined her. She led him into the house, set her coffee cup on the table, and turned to step into his strong arms. They kissed against, but this time it wasn’t slow and sensual. This time the kiss was imbued with the lust they both felt. Jared’s hands roamed down Holly’s back and he grasped her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and Jared set her on the kitchen counter before Holly pulled off his t-shirt.

“I want you,” she said. “I need you.”

Jared stepped back, slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them off. They fell to the floor as he stepped between Holly’s legs once more. Their tongues danced as she loosened his belt – he’d had the good sense to put on pants before going outside – and unbuttoned his jeans. Her fingers pushed into his underwear and Holly moaned when she found his stiff cock. She loved that he was so hard for her, that his desire matched hers.

“Let me get a condom,” he said as his pants fell to the floor.

Holly pushed Jared’s underwear down and pulled his cock inside her pussy. “Just don’t cum inside me,” she said.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Holly wrapped her legs around Jared and pulled him deeper into her pussy. She watched the pleasure wash over his face and found great joy in the idea that he couldn’t help but want to fuck her the moment he felt her heat and wetness surround his thick shaft.

“Fuck me, Jared,” Holly said.

He smiled and their lips met. His cock moved in and out of her as he grabbed her ass and pulled her right to the edge of the kitchen counter. Holly moaned into his mouth as his thrusts filled and stretched her pussy and his pelvis slammed into her clit over and over, pushing her ever closer to a wondrous climax.

“Jared…you feel so good inside me,” Holly said between moans. “Oh my god, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

Jared held Holly closed as he fucked her to a climax that rivaled the three she’d had the night before. It was different, and in the best way possible. He’d made love to her on Valentine’s Day, but the morning after he was fucking her. They’d surrendered to their animalistic desires – desires that Holly hadn’t felt with a man in years – and it produced a screaming orgasm that bounced off the walls of Jared’s kitchen.

As her heart raced from the joy of cumming so hard, Holly reached down to pull Jared’s cock from her pussy. She stroked his slick shaft and kissed him, producing a wondrous array of moans from the man that had satisfied her so thoroughly.

“Would you like to cum in my mouth?” she asked.

“I’d love that,” Jared said.

Holly slid off the counter, dropped to her knees, and took Jared’s cock in her mouth. She looked up at him and held eye contact as she worked the head with every bit of skill she could muster. Holly played with his balls and stroked his shaft, doing everything she could to deepen his pleasure and offer an orgasm he’d be sure to remember.

“I’m close,” Jared announced not long after Holly had fallen to her knees.

“Cum for me,” Holly said while stroking him. “Cum in my mouth. I want to swallow for you, Jared. I want to swallow your cum.”

She took him in her mouth and he climaxed a moment later. His moans of pleasure filled the kitchen just as hers had, and when he was finished Holly swallowed just as she’d declared a desire to do.

“You’re incredible,” he said.

“Why thank you,” Holly replied as she stood. “You mentioned cooking me breakfast. Is that offer still on the table?”

“It certainly is,” Jared said with a smile. “French toast is my specialty, and I promise you it’s exceptionally good. How does that sound?”

Holly gave him a kiss on the cheek, grabbed his ass, and said, “That sounds perfect. I haven’t had French toast in years. I can’t wait.”

“One thing,” Jared said. “Promise me you won’t put pants on. You look amazing in my shirt and nothing else.”

Holly smiled, put on her panties, and replied, “As you wish. But, I’d like you to cook shirtless.”

“I can do that,” Jared said.

Holly poured herself another cup of coffee, added a little bit of sugar, and took a seat at the kitchen table to watch a gorgeous, shirtless man cook for her. She couldn’t think of a better way for her morning to have started.

“We need to talk,” Donovan said as Holly stepped into the house after breakfast at Jared’s.

“We do?” she asked. “About what?”

Frustration – and perhaps a touch of anger – showed on Donovan’s face before he gathered himself and answered, “About what you did last night.”

Holly readied an angry reply but thought better of it. It was true that Donovan had set her up on her Valentine’s Day date, but he couldn’t have been prepared for what she’d done with Jared. Holly didn’t feel bad about that – she felt very good about that, in fact – but it wasn’t entirely fair to be mad at Donovan for reacting poorly to the fact that she’d spent the night in another man’s bed.

Instead of snapping at her husband, Holly approached him with a smile on her face and stopped just short of pressing her body against his. “Do you know what I did this morning?” she asked softly.

“No,” Donovan replied.

Holly leaned closer and let her lips brush against his neck. She let out a soft moan and whispered, “I cuckolded you. I fucked another man. I came with his big cock buried deep in my tight, married pussy. I told him how good his cock felt inside me and then I filled his kitchen with my screams of pleasure as he made me cum harder than I’ve cum in years.”

Donovan didn’t reply, but Holly could hear that his breathing had gotten heavier. She kissed his neck and reached between his legs, where she found that his cock had reached a half hard state.

“We had breakfast after I cuckolded you. He cooked for me. He’s an excellent cook, by the way. We ate together. It was kind of like a second date. Then I asked him to shower with me. I wanted to feel his hands all over my wet, naked body. I sucked his cock in the shower. Then I stood up, turned around, and offered him my pussy again. He took it. He fucked me while I played with my clit and I had another incredible orgasm,” Holly explained.

Donovan was rock hard by the time Holly was done and she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He moaned as she took him in her hand and stroked him slowly.

“Five times,” Holly said. “Another man had me five times in the past twelve hours. I gave my body to him five times. Do you know why, Donovan?”

Donovan said nothing, but he shook his head.

Holly smiled, leaned in once more, and whispered, “Because you gave me to him. You set up the date. You told me to spend Valentine’s Day with another man. You picked the right man, too. He’s smart, charming, funny, handsome, muscular, and incredible in bed. I cuckolded you because it’s what you wanted, Donovan. You wanted it badly enough that you picked someone you knew I’d fuck. Now I’m not interested in your complaints about what I did last night, and I’m not going to listen to you tell me that you’re not turned on right now. I know you’re turned on.”

Donovan hesitated for a moment before saying, “Yes, I am. I’m turned on.”

Holly kissed his neck and moaned a little like she was getting fucked. “What do you want, baby? What do you want to do with your wife now that you’ve been cuckolded?”

“I…I want to kiss you,” Donovan answered.

“Jared came in my mouth this morning,” Holly said. Donovan’s eyes went wide and she felt his cock throb in her hand. “Do you still want to kiss me?”

Donovan nodded and Holly smiled, titled her head, and pressed her soft lips against his. He moaned and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. She’d swallowed Jared’s cum before breakfast, but Donovan didn’t know that. He probably assumed he was kissing the lips that had just recently been wrapped around another man’s cock.

“Was that a good kiss?” Holly asked.

“Yes,” Donovan answered breathlessly.

“Now what do you want?” she asked.

“I want to fuck you,” Donovan said.

Holly smiled. “You want to fuck the pussy that Jared spent last night and this morning satisfying? You want to fuck the pussy that another man stretched so many times over the past twelve hours?”

A look of desperation crossed Donovan’s face as Holly continued to tease his stiff cock. “Yes, Holly, that’s what I want.”

Holly brushed past her husband and walked upstairs and towards the bedroom. He followed and she stripped while walking down the hallway, leaving her clothes in a trail behind her. Donovan hastily stripped as he entered the bedroom and once he was naked Holly directed him to his back in the bed.

“Tell me what you want,” she said.

“I want to fuck you,” Donovan replied.

Holly straddled his thighs and took his stiff cock in her hand. She stroked him slowly and offered a devilish smile. “It felt so good to have Jared’s cock inside me. He’s bigger than you, Donovan. Longer and thicker. He was so deep inside me. It was incredible to have a man go to places that your cock has never been.”

Donovan closed his eyes, moaned, and arched his back as Holly watched the head of his dick get bigger and turn purple as more blood rushed to his crotch.

“This morning he fucked me without a condom,” Holly said. “I was so desperate to have him inside me I didn’t want to wait while he ran to the bedroom to get one. I just hopped on the kitchen counter and told him to fuck me.”

Donovan’s eyes shot open and he asked, “Did he…did he cum inside you?”

Holly smiled and stroked him a little faster. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I can feel it, Donovan. I can feel your dick throbbing. I can feel that you’d love if Jared’s cum was dripping out of my pussy.”

“Please, Holly, I need to fuck you,” Donovan said. “Please take me inside you. Please.”

“No,” Holly replied. “You don’t deserve to fuck me.” For some reason, she didn’t want to let Donovan inside her. Maybe she was punishing him for setting her up on a date without telling her. Maybe she just didn’t want to spoil the memory of the great sex she’d had with Jared. Maybe she just wanted to see how far she could push Donovan. Holly wasn’t acting in a well thought out manner. She was just acting on instinct and it felt good. “Jared’s the only man I want in my pussy.”

Donovan’s body seized up and cum launched from the tip of his cock in heavy spurts. Holly watched in utter fascination as his face contorted in ways she’d never seen before, indicating he was having an orgasm like the ones she’d had with Jared’s cock inside her.

“Did you enjoy that?” Holly asked.

Donovan nodded. “Did you really mean that? About Jared being the only man you want inside you?”

“I’m not sure,” Holly said, which was the truth. Sex with Jared was unquestionably better than sex with Donovan, so it seemed perfectly reasonable that she wouldn’t want to fuck her husband. “What do you think I should do?”

Donovan smiled. “You should do what makes you happy.”

“I guess I will,” Holly said. “I’m going to see him at work, you know. I might not be able to keep my hands off of him. I might end up fucking him every day.”

“If that’s what makes you happy,” Donovan replied.

Holly couldn’t help but want to test her husband’s resolve to continue his cuckolding. Perhaps she would explore just how much fun it would be to fuck Jared as often as she desired. Perhaps her Valentine’s Day gift would end up being far more generous than Donovan intended. Only time would tell.