[F]irst valentines as a mother and it probably was my favourite one

A complete contrast to last year, the first as a married woman, which was shared among others.

Day started off with me waking up by myself, first thing I do is check up on the baby, i see on the monitor they’re in the kitchen with my husband, who’s making breakfast in between playing with them. I just have this feeling this will be a peaceful morning and what I have planned won’t be interrupted. So after cleaning up I put on this brand new valentines lingerie, hidden inside a red robe. I make my way down and wish my love for as one does on this day, he reciprocates with a kiss.

We eat a hearty breakfast, along with our child who’s being fed too, and then go clean up, while in the kitchen I grab him from behind. All he’s wearing is a robe so easy access to his perfect body. I pull him back and jump myself on to the counter, he drops down my robe and instantly gets as hard as possible. We make love right then and there in the most passionate way for about 20 minutes, utilising multiple positions. He finishes in me. Soon after we both finish getting ready.

We’ve both got to go to the office so we have our nanny come look after the baby for the day. In the evening I make my way to the parking lot and open the car, inside its decked out in valentines paraphernalia — flowers, balloons, and chocolates. Seems like he came earlier today and used the spare key to set up this surprise.

I get home first, thank the nanny and play with my baby for a little while before he comes, I go to the bathroom to get ready for our date. While I’m in the shower my grandparents come over to pick up our baby and look after them for the night (and next morning). Once I’m out of the shower I go greet them and hubby goes for his shower, saying goodbye to his child. Because when he gets out they’d be gone. I’m still getting ready when he’s out and starts getting ready himself, and I still am when he’s done but I wasn’t paying attention to him. I was wearing a champagne dress that showed a handful of cleavage, exposed one leg, and tight enough to hug my worked-hard-at shape.

I meet him downstairs and almost ruin my makeup because I feel tears welling up: he looks so fucking hot I just want to fuck him right then and there. Light blue houndstooth blazer over a white dress shirt, skinny black jeans and brown boots to go with his brown belt; he also got his hair trimmed, been a while since it was that short, I mean, it was still medium length but the back and sides weren’t nearly as voluminous.

Every new step I took was physically painful as I was holding back everything to stop myself from ravaging him entirely. Goddamn he looked and smelt like god’s gift. Once I got up to him, I pouted and grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks together and saying “it took me so long to get ready and now you’re going to ruin it!” He was so confused by that, uttering “what are you talking about?”

“We’re gonna be sooo late now!”

“I really don’t understand.”

“You look so fucking hot aaarggghh! I just want to fuck you!”

“Hahaha… baby I sure as shit am having just as difficult a time trying to not to pin you against the wall.”

A couple more quips and we were out of there. Made it to dinner on time and it was exquisite. The whole time, though, I wetter than the wine than I was drinking. We managed to get all the way home behaving with just a couple kisses here and there.

Once I got inside he was pausing on closing the door, just looking at me with a cheeky grin. If this bastard was as horny as I was, I have no idea how he was capable of holding that door open. He left it open for what felt like minutes, pretending to close it and pushing back again. I had enough and grabbed his arm and pulled him back with as much force as I could, almost falling due to my 6 inch high heels. But I regained balance and slammed the door shut, and as soon that noise boomed so did the force of being pushed up against the door from behind — he started devouring me and I pretty much squirted. I pushed my ass upwards to free myself of him, just so I could return the favour, but of course I was no match, yet it didn’t matter, because we began to envelop each other with our lust and especially love.

After fucking me standing up against the wall and cumming inside, I completely undressed him and began riding him. Only for a few minutes of bouncing and grinding before I fell on top of him and started slithering my body around his dick like I was possessed; I was doing my best to make every inch of my dress and body be creamed by his residue. Satisfied from that I put his dick back in my mouth and told him to spin me up and carry me up to our room — of course my speech wasn’t as clear as that sentence reads, but after 5 valentine’s together, he knew what the fuck I was slobbering on about.

He dropped me on to the bed with my dick still in his bath and proceeded to face fuck the shit out of me, and mangling my boobs and pussy from above. Until he exploded deep down my throat with one hand squeezing one boob as hard as you’d squeeze a grip trainer, and his other hand finger banging my g-spot. I squirted again.

After that we were completely naked and we fucked in almost every conceivable passion for the next two hours before falling asleep. Unlike the morning that started this story, at the end of it, I woke up first, and thankful I did because I saw his glorious morning wood and put it back inside me. When he woke up it was to the feeling of being inside me. I can only image what that must’ve felt like.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/116zeov/first_valentines_as_a_mother_and_it_probably_was