A Hotwife's Valentine

It's not every day that a plan hatched out of impish playfulness is clearly reaching a fruition level that you didn't expect it to, let alone actually goes further than your plan.

Erin had been fairly vocal for the last what, three months now? About that new coworker whose wife had filed for divorce a couple weeks before Christmas. He wanted kids, she kept complaining that children were the worst of the fucking worst in terms of leaving you any time or energy to give a crap about life. Complete mismatch, making it obvious to both that they'd gotten married for the tax benefits, and not for the feelings they caught while hooking up. The guy was now firmly disillusioned by the concept of love, that he'd begun swearing off women who wouldn't give him kids if they were able to support them. But nonetheless, Axel had been smiles and jokes, seemingly taking the divorce well. Either he truly did, or this was a "fake it 'til you make it" thing, was anyone's guess, but at the company's Christmas party, it seemed like he was a fun guy.

But what started as a drunken joke with his wife's coworker, trading phone numbers to start chatting all about it, Blake was now slowly starting to feel was taking a brand new life's breath of its own as January closed, and the conversations with Axel were moving along, and both guys seemed to be very interested into that joke of a plan, then that plan that would likely fail, then after a few playful conversations with Erin from either of them... Well, it was now a solid idea to make her happy. It was a simple idea, really.

Blake would have the romantic part of the night with Erin, get her just light-headed enough not to question anything, get her exactly worked up enough that she'd have trouble walking the plank back to the ship, and would be taking that dive, head first, then swim into the sea of consequences. Axel would then be let in subtly, and encouraged to go see Erin, and take her as if they'd been long years lovers. No shyness, no being coy, just... Fuck her, and get your fucking fill.

And that was truly how the men had been talking for the last couple of months. Axel would say something crude, and Blake would ask details, and often get to a point where Axel said that he would cum inside Blake's wife. A couple nights later, Blake would send a quickly snapped nude of Erin to the punk man, asking him for something fairly sexy as a comment. Anything from "those nips would look better pierced" to "bet her face would look great covered in cum", and at least once, while Erin was busy at work, Axel had joined Blake in a joint jacking off session, as they dirty talked about her.

And yet, despite all that dirty talk, despite all that planning, it seemed to Blake like the plan was weak, and ready to collapse under its own weight, and they were adding more. Her favorite food, a good wine... And a night with a new lover who had been given a blank check and the thumbs up. Hell, maybe Axel would get his wish, but Blake didn't quite comment on that... No, that wasn't right. Blake refused to comment on it, because entertaining the idea just felt too real, and he'd rather that be something that became real before it felt real.

The night before, less than a full 24 hours to the dinner, the men joined up as Blake had been picking up the best pieces of chicken to do stuffed chicken breasts, and flowers. The men walking into the florist didn't seem too much of a special instance, as a gay couple was wrapping up a purchase a few places up the line to the register, but that didn't even phase Axel. Blake did get a tad nervous, as they were finalizing the details, but he meant this purchase as a way to seal all the deal.

Another dozen of minutes, but walking out with two dozens of flowers in a bouquet with Axel in tow, as the punk seemed confused as to what the assortment, despite colorful and expertly made, could even be for. After all, Blake seemed to want some specific flowers, which gave the florist pause for thought, then a grin of mischief. Yet, the married man seemed more than happy with his bouquet of zinnia, sparse with delphiniums, and a single daisy in the middle of it all, a fairly large one to boot, which every other touched at least once. Well, it's not like he had it yet, she was going to arrange that for the next day.

"It's not just about giving her something pretty and displayable, but I had to do a little bit of research, see. Victorians used to send subtle messages in the shape of plants, mainly flowers and herbs though. Keep it to flowers, and I doubt she'll even realize, so if you want to flex your romance to her, you can go for it. The delphiniums represent open heart fickleness, to say that she should be open to fun tonight. The zinnia are so she knows I'll remember her even if I'm not there for her to hold. The daisy in the middle is a promise to never tell, and the sprigs of tarragon sparse here and there are meant to be that this has been an interest she wanted for a while."

Axel seemed impressed, but he doubted he would remember that in the midst of anything later on, let alone with some of his blood busy where he would care more. "Well, I'm not promising not to fuck that up." A joke, but an honest one, as they returned to the parked car. "So, you said you'd get her ready for around 8?" Blake nodded, and smiled at his newest friend, as it seemed they were in agreement. "And you get her until the morning, and after that, you let me and her have the talk we should have had last month." Axel, shrugged. "What if I don't?"

The silence fell between them. Blake wasn't about to lie about how he probably wouldn't mind if Axel didn't, but he was still a good husband, or at least he tried to be, and he still wanted to do this right, nay, to do this like the art of opening up. "If you don't, I might have to get a much more serious chat with Erin." His words were soft, and didn't even have the bite of a man who meant them. They both definitely knew exactly what that tone meant, too. But they gave each other a bro hug, and Axel started walking to his own car as Blake drove home.

The evening was somehow much more exciting, as he was finalizing the last few bits of the plan. Chicken breasts in the fridge to be cooked, the wine ready to be opened, and Axel seemingly silent. He wasn't sure if the punk's silence was suspicious or a good omen, but he chose to interpret it as a light form of teasing him. The evening advanced more and more, and what was routine then became a source of remembering some of the nastier things Axel said about Erin. Yet Blake's patience wasn't thinning.

And the night wasn't any different from the last few, except that Blake had mumbled more in his sleep than he realized. Not that Erin would hear any of it, but Blake's voice felt a bit coarse in the morning, almost as if he'd spent the night giving a full speech. And after a delicious breakfast, they both left for work, and the last few hours to the fateful moment was on.

Blake had taken a half day, claiming he wanted to set up a bigger surprise for his wife now that they were married, to not lose the spark, allowing him to leave around 1, and get home before the half of that hour. Time to get to work. He set up a camera in the bedroom, one he could access remotely, a higher quality nanny cam if one would. This was something Erin knew he had bought shortly after Christmas, and she joked a few times that they could set it up so that a couple friends could watch them go at it. Well, this would be it, though she didn't know Blake would be looking at it. A quick trip out to get the floral assortment, and back home into a vase with a little note written on a card sitting around the daisy.

Once that was set up, he started slashing into the chicken breasts, putting a mix of shredded cheese, breading, and barbecue sauce inside of the cuts to let it melt and seep in, and covered it with a light salad dressing oil, and threw them in the oven around 4, knowing they would be fresh out of there by 5:15, when Erin would get home. He washed up, then came back down to get on the creamy rice broccoli rice, and by the time it was perfectly cooked, and placed into plates, Erin opened the door to the smell of chicken boiling.

"I'm home!" She announced, though Blake knew exactly when she would be, and was pulling the tray of chicken out. "Take a minute to remove your shoes, kick off your bag, and come in for the romantic night of your life." The man commented from a few rooms over, but he expected her curiosity to win with that card. And he was right, as she hadn't heard a single word he said as her attention was on the flowers, and on the card. By the time she finally turned around to the kitchen's door frame, holding the card, and a clearly happy smile on her face, she was definitely already in the mood for romance. She read from the card, as if to emphasize what she'd ready, and give him a chance to change a few words if he wanted.

"To my Erin, Whose eyes are that of the freshly watered grass, I only want to wish a day of mischief, passion, and daring. May your night be exciting, and define the year to come for us. I love you, whether I'm near or far, for the world can only separate us by a few clicks, and make our kiss sweeter when we can hold one another again. Your generous husband, Blake." She looked at him, not quite sure if it meant anything beyond a declaration of devotion, but she liked it. It cut deep with a blade of sweetness, and it would be a wound she'd cherish for decades to come. "And that, my man, is how you win a lady's heart."

She walked to the kitchen, and took Blake's 'kiss the chef' apron at its word, saying hi like couples should, quietly looking at the table for two, holding two fuming, pungent plates of her favorite meal he could cook. "I don't suppose you've been at work all day?" She pointed out, letting Blake ensure they wouldn't die in a fire that night, closing the oven and the stovetop, and snatching the corkscrew from the drawer, the wine bottle already resting next to the two candles on the table.

"Guilty as charged, and I want you to feel free of it, so I'll take all the blame if my boss gives me a talking to." He smirked, and as he neared the table, took the metal to the bottle's cork, opening it for them, and slowly pouring them both a proper glass. "Once a gentleman, always a generous man. Generous of my love, of my time, and of my passion." He said, pulling her chair, inviting her over there, seating her as if it was their first serious date.

And the meal itself went exactly like an older couple. Complaining about work, commenting about some of the less interesting parts of the day, and once they'd finally exhausted that, reaching the part of the evening where it was time to be the adults they knew they would be, two glasses of the white wine each into the conversation. And it was already a solid amount past 6, nearing 7 already. Axel would be nearby soon, he knew that. And the arousal just struck him. He didn't feel like walking back. This would head forward, and he knew it. "Now, now, what I want you to do, Erin, is to go upstairs, get yourself freshened up for a night of love and passion, a good shower, make sure everything that needs shaved is clean, and I want you to set yourself up as if this was our first date, and you were trying to impress me." She listened to his words, drinking at them as she would a fountain in a drought.

"And once I'm done, what should I do?" Her innocent tone was clearly curious as to his plan. "Should I do anything special while I wait for you upstairs?"

Blake hadn't thought that part through, mainly because she was such a wild card when it came to preparation. He could expect thing A, and get just about everything except that. "Well, here's how I want to find you, and you tell me how that sounds for romance..." He leaned in, and whispered an exact set of three things to do, and with a light pat on her rear, he kissed her neck. "While you do that, I'll make sure we don't need to fight with the dishes.

And it was with a submissive yet eager smirk she disappeared upstairs. Shower time was another good while, especially after he'd told her to make herself as pretty as she could. Blake focused the better part of the next quarter of an hour ensuring that the dishes were clean, and properly so, then he ensured the 'nanny cam' was displayed on his phone, keeping an eye on her as he relaxed a bit, and managed to convince himself that what was about to happen, was more than normal for them. It was expected of them, wasn't it? Yes, yes it was. 10 minutes to 8, Erin finally made her appearance into the master bedroom, quietly following Blake's commands. She turned up the light, but dimmed it to a point she found to be sensual. Then she connected her cellphone to the small speaker Blake had bought her for Christmas, and started playing the deeper tones of erotic music, the kind you'd hear in the background of an erotic scene in a true story movie. And the last part, he wasn't sure she would, and yet, to his surprise he saw her pulling the box in which he had the proposal ring, and tucking her ring into it, playing into his request to act as if this was a new passion.

Once she was done, she did the last thing that she felt would emphasize the surprise passion of the moment, oblivious to what was being played behind her back. As Blake was letting his friend in, her coworker, too, she turned her back to the door from the hallway, so that Blake could strike her from behind, and make her shiver in anticipation. Footsteps from the stairs, subtle, but grazing the carpet as someone came up. It sent a shiver down her spine. Blake was playing his part to the T. Silent, playful. And requesting things she didn't know he had the balls to request. He never gave her orders like this, and he never seemed to want to either, yet there she was, obeying everything he said, expecting something special as a reward, as she also wasn't usually one to behave this way, to behave this obedient. She was often a brat, and she was more than usually trying to get some kind of playful punishment out of it.

And the footsteps were now getting closer, in the hallway, and her heart was beating. This wasn't unlike one of those horror thrillers where the victim was doing something completely normal, or that shouldn't even be seen as risky or dangerous, and got killed by a stranger. But this wasn't a movie, this was real life, and whenever Blake would wrap around her from behind for their romantic February night, she would squeal in delighted surprise, and let herself melt into the passion, as her bathrobe was pushed off her body. She just knew it. The creak of the door pushed open, and... Another couple steps, before arms wrapped around her from behind, holding another letter, high enough she could see it... And her reaction, despite trying to contain herself, was that of a surprised lover, as she felt lips on her neck.

The envelope was a normal letter envelope, in gorgeous cursive lettering that she wasn't used to reading. "From Blake, to Erin. Read before turning around."

She pulled the letter out, and let the lips... That wasn't Blake's lips. Blake doesn't have piercings teasing her skin. But the letter was clear. Read before turning around. And as she read, the hands slid a bit more loosely around her body, and along her curves, though for now remaining above any cloth. This was definitely digging into depths of her desires she was always afraid to admit to Blake, but she was starting to assume he was figuring it out for her.

Dear Erin,

I know you aren't always so daring about what you would like to talk about, and I also know that it's mostly because you don't want to hurt feelings, of me, of yours, of someone else, and that something I love of you. The last few months have been interesting. Conversations about a friend, one whose fate in love you lamented due to his bad luck in a life partner, and frankly, I've been so thrilled whenever the sparkle in your eyes struck as you spoke about jokes he made, about how much it was clear he was taking the whole idea in stride, and changing just enough that he wouldn't get caught in a bad place again, and wouldn't get into a whole new set of legal papers to sign.

Axel brought to your eyes a glint of adventurous folly every time you spoke of him. Tonight, I wanted to give you that adventure, one you wouldn't forget, and one I'm not going to allow you to regret. This is a night where I'd rather know you're loving the moment, than to be the moment you are taking in. We have weeks. We have months. We have years. And we have decades. All those are ours, whenever we want, for whatever we want. This, though. This is yours. Explore. Let loose. Moan his name. Get crazy. And know that while he's there with you, I'm nearby if you need to know I'm okay with this. Within earshot, and able to see you. I wouldn't throw you at him if I didn't trust him, but I still wanted to know you loved it.

As you turn around, and melt into him, please remember that I love you, and that this is two months' worth of playing around with him to get you to this moment... And I am so ready for it, if you are. Turn around. Kiss him. Throw the letter off as he lets loose, and know that no matter what state you're in tomorrow, I will kiss you as usual, wish you a great morning, ask you how your night went, and the details you give me, is all I'll ever choose to know about this. You have my approval, no limits... And I expect you to not feel like you should hold back.

I love you, and I truly want to see that glint again.

Your loving husband,

Blake

P.-S.: He knows not to hold back, but if he forces anything you don't like, please yell 'banana hammock'.

As soon as the letter was done, she smirked, and mumbled under her breath. "Blake, you colossal dork..." She took a deep breath, and turned around, definitely expecting Axel now, as opposed to earlier. Axel whose hand slid under the bathrobe as she turned around, and against her skin, slipping down to the small of her back, his emerald eyes diving into hers, and pulling her close. "If he's a colossal dork, what am I?"

From downstairs, the sensual whispering between the two lovers of the minute was not audible by Blake, but he watched comfortably as the events of the bedroom started to unfold. Erin pulled Axel in for a kiss, and you could feel the energy, the daring. She hiked at the tip of her feet as the man's hand clearly gripped her rear to invite her up, and as their tongues danced with the passion of teenagers breaking about a dozen rules, his other hand pushed her bathrobe off her body as she was working his shirt off him. Lack of words, the music making it hard to hear anything discernable, they seemed to be getting heated, and Blake couldn't be more aroused by the prospect.

Minute by minute, he watched his new friend fondle, grope, tease and knead at his wife, his own arousal growing firm and proud... And then she started getting him out of his jeans. She was naked for him, and her hand was clearly stroking something inside the denim, something obviously desired, something obviously about to be gotten. She must have felt a sting on her rear, but the moan he finally heard showed the sting wasn't unpleasant, coupled with finally being able to hear words through the camera. A man's voice, looking into Erin's eyes, and giving a simple command. "I want you on your knees, sucking my cock like a horny little high school slut." And before Blake could even adjust, and get some blankets to camp on the couch, leaving the upper floor to them, she was already responding. "If that's what you want me to be, I'll show you exactly who I would have loved to be in my senior year." And as she spoke, she slipped down, and pulled Axel's pants off, finally exposing the shaft of the man to the camera, and her hand came back on it fairly quickly. "I wish I could have made the statistics tick up a bit."