The Day After Valentine's Day

On Valentine’s evening I hoped to celebrate… in every sense.

Unfortunately, due to work problems, delayed trains and bad weather, my wife, Betty, arrived home very late, exhausted and not in the right mood… at all! 

I hid my disappointment by preparing flowers and a good dinner anyway. When it was time to go to bed, she said to me: “Sorry, I am really exhausted, I will make it up to you”.

The next day I get up early to run some errands and when I come back, I find Betty preparing lunch and I notice two glasses of red wine ready on the counter. It's strange because we don't normally drink wine at lunch. I go into the kitchen, and she comes over, offering me the glass and giving me a very passionate kiss. I'm a little surprised because she's very reserved and usually isn't so "expansive". She continues saying, "Tonight we'll be alone because the children will sleep out: the daughter is going out with the scout group and the son has a birthday party, that continues with a pajama party," and ends with another kiss.

We sit down at the table with the kids, have lunch, and while I'm putting the dishes in the dishwasher, a phone call comes in from our dear friend Emily. I hear Betty talking and interpreting the half-answers, I fear that her Valentine's Day was a disaster.

Betty puts down the phone and with sad eyes says to me: “Do you mind if we invite Emily to dinner tonight? It’s very sad…” I answer with a sigh, “No problem”. Happy she comes over, hugs me, gives me a kiss and says, “Tonight I’ll make up for everything: I’ll wear the sexiest lingerie and then…”. I answer with a kiss and finish cleaning the kitchen.

At dinnertime Emily arrives carrying a bottle of red wine and is dressed in a black wool sheath dress that enhances her curves. You can see her bra and the elastic of her thong. I greet her with a kiss on the cheek and jokingly ask her, "Why are you wearing such sexy clothes? You don't want to seduce me!" She smiles and in the meantime, Betty arrives also dressed in her knee-length grey wool sheath dress that looks divine on her. Betty immediately resumes, "I heard everything! Hands off my man!" laughing she hugs Emily and greets her with a kiss on the cheek.

Seeing the two women, the brain processes a thousand fantasies in a fraction of a second and the cock responds by stiffening.

With the appetizer, I open a bottle of Prosecco which finishes very quickly. Emily explains why she was sad and angry: the night before she had a date with a man, but he cancelled at the last minute. Alcohol has already started to heat up the atmosphere and make the conversation less restrained. Emily explains that she had gotten ready dressed exactly as she is now, and she intended to have fun… have a lot of fun! And in the meantime, she throws a wink. She explains that her self-esteem is at rock bottom, she feels ugly and that no one wants her anymore. Betty anticipates my words by saying, “Are you crazy? You are beautiful, you have a body that many twenty-year-olds envy, you are intelligent, if that asshole is scared, that's his problem!” Emily replies, “Okay, but I'm the one who last night ran out of batteries in my toy without being able to come!” We burst out laughing embarrassedly and the only thing I can do is serve dinner by opening the bottle of red wine that our guest brought.

While I'm in the kitchen I hear Betty say in a low voice: "Last night I was planning on having fun too, but I was exhausted from work and the train delays. The only thing I was dreaming of was a shower and going to bed. Luckily my love didn't get angry and prepared me a nice dinner. But tonight, I'll make up for it," raising her glass in a toast. Normally my wife is very modest, and this open language leaves me amazed. I ran to my seat to raise my glass and toast: "To have fun!"

The dinner continues and the second bottle also finishes.

“I’m definitely drunk,” Emily begins. “Me too,” Betty replies, laughing. “Luckily I walked here”, Emily continues.

“If the ladies would like to sit in the living room, I have prepared a small dessert and a digestive.”

Our living room has a large sofa and a wood-burning fireplace that I kept going all evening. The heat spreads throughout the room.

Emily is the first to sit down. Betty comes over and whispers in my ear: “I love Emily, but I can't wait for her to go home so I can make love to you!” I respond with a kiss on her neck and lick her earlobe, I know it drives her crazy. She shivers and pulls away, giving a squeeze to the bulge between my legs.

My wife sits down next to Emily who says: "Nice dinner and nice company! It made me get away from the bad mood I was in. This fireplace heats up so much and the wool dress almost bothers me." I reply that the fireplace certainly gives off heat, but also the two bottles we drank!

On the coffee table in front of the sofa I prepared some dry biscuits to eat with an Italian Passito Wine, and the very strong licorice liqueur that I make myself.

“I’d love to drink your licorice liqueur,” Emily says. Betty also prefers the liqueur, and I sit next to my wife, joining the women with the liquor.

Emily says to Betty, “You are lucky to have found such a patient man who always loves you, you know you can always count on him. I envy you.” I blush at the compliment and raise my glass and toast, “To my wife, who drives me crazy in every sense.” We all smile and the glasses clink.

Betty says, “It's so hot,” and lifts her dress revealing part of her thighs. Then she continues, “Sister, do you mind if I take off my dress? I'm too hot.” Emily replies “You're at home and I'm not embarrassed to see you in your underwear. I would do it too!” Without having to be told twice, Betty takes off her dress, pulling it over her head. For a fifty-year-old woman, she still has a toned body, a little more fat on her ass but slim legs and a flat stomach, small breasts but with huge nipples, delicious to suck. She is wearing her sexiest underwear set: an ivory lace bra with tiny, raised flowers, not too transparent, but allowing a glimpse of her brown nipples and areola. The thong is of the same fabric that allows a glimpse of her perfectly shaved pussy. She sits back on the sofa with her legs bent and her feet under her ass. “I feel better now!”

My cock is already hard at the words, “Do you mind if I take off my dress”! I get up from the couch so I can tuck my swollen cock into my pants and move over to the fireplace to add more wood.

Emily says: “If you want, I'll go home so you can fuck at your leisure.” I'm surprised by this sentence and I'm speechless. I can't say anything, and Betty intervenes. “Stay a little longer, we're fine here and I have a favor in mind to ask my husband: "Our friend confessed to me that she hasn't seen a dick in over a year… I was thinking, if you don't mind, of lending her yours…” she says it as if she were asking me to move her garden table.

I am speechless with my mouth open like an idiot. The friend inside my pants gives me a jolt waking me up from the shock. 

Now I understand why Betty had a long phone call with Emily this afternoon, in a low voice. I thought she was telling her about the night before and Betty was giving her support and strength in her disappointment. Betty was convincing her!

I manage to say a few words, “Gladly… but I fear I can’t satisfy both of you…” In the meantime, the cock is protesting and wants to come out. Betty replies, “You always worry too much, we agree, don’t think about it and satisfy our friend!”

"Honey, I love you, and I must start with you." I approach the sofa, Emily moves apart, and Betty spreads her legs. In the meantime I undo my jeans that fall to the floor, I take off my sweater and kneel in front of my wife's pussy. She undoes her bra; I reach out and take off her thong. I get up to reach my wife's mouth and give her a deep kiss with our tongues intertwined. With one hand, I hold her head and the other first caressed her tits and then lower to touch her pussy. I feel her shiver.

Emily has taken off her dress at the same time and is left with an elegant black underwear set, it is shiny and silk-like fabric. With one hand she caresses one breast and with the other she touches her pussy through the fabric. I see a dark stain on the crotch.

I focus on my wife and go down between her thighs. I start licking her labia from bottom to top, and her sweet aroma intoxicates me. After a few licks, I reveal the little red button of her clit. I'm about to put a finger inside her when she interrupts my work to say, "Enough! My love, our friend needs you!!"

Emily, in the meantime, has unhooked her bra and is torturing her right nipple, while her left hand is inside her panties. I move closer to her, and she takes off her thong, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. I had not seen her so close during the Red Sea vacation last winter: her labia are swollen and of a color tending towards purple. I kneel in front of her while she moves her beautiful ass close to the edge to give me easy access. I raise my hands and reach her tits, firm, round and bigger than Betty's, whose nipples are much smaller, pink and erect. Finally, I have the chance to touch them. They are soft. Emily emits a soft moan as I caress them.

Betty next to me is playing with one nipple and slowly caressing her clitoris with her other hand, her facial expression not one of jealousy but of excitement.

I remember Emily's masturbation technique and I replicate it with my tongue: right inner lip, left inner lip, circle her clit and then I slide my tongue down inside her. The taste is musky, almost spicy. Her clit is bigger than Betty's. I insert the middle finger of my left hand into her pussy, looking for her G-spot, my right hand reaches a tit, and I play with a nipple with my fingers. With my tongue, I focus on her clit. Emily exclaims: "Enough! Take that cock out and fill me up!" Surprised by such determination, I stop and look at my wife. She nods and whispers, "She's on the pill, go ahead," she sighs and with a relaxed air she closes her eyes and continues to circle her clit with two fingers of her right hand.

I stand up and pull off my boxers brief with a big stain of precum. I walk over to the couch and Emily sits up, her mouth slightly open and her eyes fixed on my 6” uncut cock. I can tell she wants it in her mouth, I move closer, and her hands grab my ass, taking my entire cock in one go. I feel her tongue working all around and I let out a moan of pleasure. I whisper, “Honey, if you don’t want this to end right away, I suggest you stop.” Keeping her lips closed she slides my cock out of her mouth. It’s covered in saliva. No lubrication is needed: Emily’s pussy is dripping with juices.

With her hands she pushes me onto the couch, I understand that she wants to ride me. I lie down on the couch. Betty is on the other side of the couch continuing to make circles around hrt clit with two fingers, her eyes closed and her head resting on the back of the couch, her mouth is open, and her breathing is faster. In an instant Emily is on top of me with her pussy resting on my belly, near the tip of my cock. When she stands up to guide my cock inside her, she leaves a small wet spot on my skin. Her pussy is swollen and red with excitement, her eyes half closed as her hand guides the tip of my cock between her pussy lips. Slowly she goes down, wrapping the shaft with her body. At the same time, we let out a sighing, “Aaaaaaahhh!” Emily hasn't had children and is tighter than Betty.

She is in charge. She moves her hips at a slow pace, she likes to have the cock completely inside her and rub her clit on my hair (I'm not shaved, Betty doesn't like it...) which creates a pleasant friction. Betty likes it and I see that Emily likes it too. I have my hands on Emily's tits, and I play with her nipples. She starts to ride the cock at a faster pace, her breathing is labored, I understand that her orgasm is close, and I’m feeling the unmistakable tingling that starts from the soles of my feet and goes up my legs: I'm close. I try to distract my mind to last longer, and I tighten every muscle in my lower abdomen in an attempt not to come. It's no use: Emily emits in rhythm with her thrusts, "OH!", "MY", "GOD!" her eyes closed looking towards the ceiling and her shortness of breath signal that she is going to cum: I feel the pulses that tighten my shaft, and her hands grab mine to tighten her tits even more. I can't hold it any longer, I feel the strong contractions at the base of my cock, and I explode inside Emily.

We catch our breath, and I look at Betty who has her eyes half closed and looks at me. She blows me a kiss.

With her hand not busy caressing her pussy she takes the box of Kleenex and passes it to me. Emily is red in the face and all over her body, she pulls my cock out of her pussy and dripping she leans against my belly. With two towels she collects my load. “Can I use the shower?” Betty replies, “Sure! I already prepared a clean towel for you.” Then she turns to me saying: “Now clean that cock so you don’t make a mess around and come here to give me a nice orgasm.” I kneel in front of her again and immediately she puts her legs on my shoulders and her hands grab my head guiding me towards her pussy. It is red and swollen, the inner lips protrude visibly from the outer ones. I start giving long licks from bottom to top, with her hands guiding me where she wants more pressure, on the clitoris, inside herself (she likes it if I fuck her with my tongue). When she insists on her clit, I understand that it is time: two fingers inside the pussy, looking for the G-Spot, the little finger caresses the asshole (she doesn't like anal but I discovered that this drives her crazy), the other hand reaches a breast, she grabs it and presses it hard to herself.

I feel her breathing getting shorter and shorter and her sighs getting louder. The orgasm comes, and I feel the contractions around my fingers, she presses my face to her pussy, and I almost struggle to breathe. I know I must stay still until the train of contractions passes. Then she lets me give her two little licks and with one hand she pushes mine away from inside her: now she is too sensitive and if I continue it will hurt her. She invites me to sit next to her, we hug and kiss, even though the room is hot as an oven she says, “I'm cold!” I take a blanket and wrap it around us.

Emily comes back from the shower wrapped in her towel. Betty motions for her to sit next to her and spreads the big blanket to cover her. Betty is leaning on my shoulder, and Emily is leaning on Betty's. "Thank you, my friends!"

Betty looks at me and whispers, "Thank you."

I smile and reply, "My pleasure!"