My husband and I do not celebrate Valentines Day. I was accustomed to valentine’s day passing each year without any significant romantics acts and I was perfectly fine with that. So imagine my surprise last year when I woke up to my husband massaging my feet. And when after sometime he began massaging higher up my legs. I could see where this was going and I was going to be late for work so I pushed him away. He informed me that work was cancelled. What?? He continued stroking around my pussy, licking my thighs occasionally. Sinking back into the pillows I allowed him to continue. His hands reached up and started fondling my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I was now dripping wet. Still he avoided my now aching pussy. From beside him he pulled out some handcuffs, my heart quickened. We'd often talked about tying me up, but we'd never actually done it.
My husband kissed me passionately before flipping me over onto my tummy. He swiftly pulled my arms up and handcuffed me to the headboard. He kissed me, everywhere, in my hair, the back of neck, sucking on my earlobes.. It was bliss. His kisses travelled further south along my spine, reaching the top of my butt. I squirmed as he flicked his tongue over my arse cheeks before parting them and lapping at my arse hole. I moaned and wriggled my butt higher, encouraging him towards my aching pussy. I tugged uselessly at my cuffs, desperate to use my hands to put his hard cock inside of me. Finally, I felt his warm tongue begin to lap closer until it was on my throbbing clit. Almost instantly, I came, my whole body shuddering along with it.
Then my husband blindfolded me. This was getting better and better. Then the door opened. I was confused, my husband was still on the bed with me. I felt hands running through my hair, guiding my head to the side. Looking down underneath my blindfold I could see a hard cock that I did not recognise. I obediently opened my mouth to let it in. No words were exchanged. We continued like this for some time, me sucking this strange mans cock and Hubby licking and fingering my pussy. After a while, the man shuffled underneath my body before guiding his bare cock into my pussy. I rode him this way, my hands still tied. I heard my husband spit onto his fingers and then he carefully slid his cock into my pussy. There were two cocks in my pussy. I had never felt so full. Slowly the guys started working out their rhythm and I was moaning with ecstasy. I remember wishing I had a third cock for my mouth. We fucked this way until I came again. Then I had both cocks in my face, sucking them as best I could. They helped out by wanking along with me until they both came. On my face, in my hair, in my mouth. My husband scooped up some off my chest and fed it to me. ‘Happy Valentines Day, Beautiful’ he whispered as the strange man left.
To this day, I still do not know who came to visit me that wonderful morning. Forget flowers and chocolate.. that was the BEST Valentines surprise EVER.