Forgotten Valentine's Fury

I had to admit I was feeling a bit miffed at my husband. Here it was Valentine’s Day and he seemed to have forgotten. No flowers, no phone call, no gift, and now I come home to a dark house? He wasn’t even home! Now I was starting to get really ticked off. I know I had to work on a Sunday but this was flat ridiculous. He’s never ignored Valentines before.

I walked into the house and clicked on the family room light before dropping my bag in the chair and pulling off my coat. I continued into the kitchen and flicked on the switch, irritated that I was going to have to start dinner and wondering where my husband was when I stopped dead in my tracks. There on the kitchen table, was a large box wrapped in shiny silver paper covered with red lip shaped kiss marks, a large red satin ribbon running corner to corner, and a large red bow holding it all in place. The anger inside me ebbed slightly as I stepped to the box and pulled the red envelope from under the ribbon. My fingers easily tore the loosely sealed paper to expose the simple heart shaped card inside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart! By now I’m sure you are wondering where I am. Rest assured I am busy preparing the rest of your surprise.

I love you and hope you enjoy all of your surprise!”

I held the card and wondered just what he had in mind, and what was left of the anger slipped away as curiosity took over. I stared at the box for a few moments, wondering what he was up to, my head cocked slightly to the side as I contemplated the shiny wrappings. I set the card on the table and slipped a finger into the wrapping paper and easily tore it off. The plain brown cardboard box gave little clue to what was inside. I popped the taped flaps open and was somewhat surprised to see yet another wrapped box within the first. A single sheet of paper, folded neatly into an origami heart, was taped to the top. I lifted the paper and gently undid fold after fold until I had a square sheet of paper in my hands.

“I’m glad you decided to continue with your surprise. Take this box, but don’t open it yet, to the bedroom. Please follow each instruction on the note under the box to the letter and I can guarantee your anticipation will make the surprise all the sweeter.”

I smiled to myself as I lifted the box out. I did love surprises and my curiosity was in full bloom now. Under the box inside the box was another note, this one fan folded so I could only reveal one step at a time. The first said simply.

“Strip….all the way, pretending I am watching you!”

Knowing my husband’s penchant for looking at my naked body, that was little surprise. But with a hint of a smile on my face, I carried the box to the bedroom and set the box on the bed. I looked again at the note, tempted to unfold the next step. I held it for several long seconds before setting it down and then pulling my clothes off, item by item, dropping them in a pile on the bed. If felt a bit odd undressing this way, giving a show to no-one, but I just kept removing each piece of my clothing until at last I dropped my panties on the pile. Completely naked I picked up the note and unfolded the next instruction.

“Take a nice hot shower. You will find what you need in the shower.”

After a hard day a nice hot shower did sound nice, although having him in there with me to massage my stiff shoulders would have been a nice touch. I smiled at the thought and then turned to bathroom door. True to his word, everything was waiting on the edge of the tub. Some nice new fragrant body wash and my mesh sponge, and surprisingly also my razor. I took that as a hint to shave what needed shaved.

I enjoyed the hot water cascading down my body, the fragrant pomegranate body wash foaming across my body and running down my chest. I looked down and though of how he loved to watch the foam slide down my breasts and across my nipples, an almost constant tease for him. I thought of his hands as he would gently cup each breast and gently wash it, rubbing his thumbs across the nipples when he was trying to turn me on. I closed my eyes and allowed my own hands to stroke them just for a moment, feeling quite a bit hornier than I would have expected after a long day at work. After several seconds I opened my eyes and went about the business of shaving my legs and underarms. I briefly thought about shaving a few more places, just as a surprise for my obviously devious husband, but let that thought slip away as I rinsed the soap from my legs, wondering what he had in mind next.

I dried and wrapped the towel around my body before I walked back to the bed, the note still sitting on top of the box. My hands shook slightly, wondering what he had in mind for my clean and naked body. I unfolded the note one more step.

“Open the next box. Please dress in what you find here, no more, no less. Your surprise is only minutes away… Open the last box when you have dressed!”

I quickly ripped the silver paper from the box and pulled it apart. At first I wasn’t sure just what was there and quickly began pulling items from the box. It wasn’t at all what I expected. I found a short sleeved knit turtleneck sweater top and matching black knit skirt that was much shorter than I would normally wear. Under the skirt and top was a pair of black lace panties and a strapless lace cup bra. I picked up the thirty eight D bra and found a fresh package of thigh high black stockings underneath. In the bottom of the box was yet another box sitting next to a pair of two inch high heel shoes.

With the clothing laid out on the bed, I looked at my task. I still had no idea what he had in mind, but at least he wasn’t planning on running me around naked. That would be just about right for him when he’s turned on, and after thinking this all up he had to be very turned on.

I dropped the towel to the floor and began dressing, sliding the black panties on first. The silky feeling of them sliding up my legs was more erotic than I expected, and I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering just how he would remove them from me. I turned around and sat on the bed as I pulled the silky material over my round ass. The stockings were next, each one I pulled on and smoothed up my muscular legs until I had the tops nearly touching the panties. I could feel my pussy tingle slightly as I thought how his hands would feel, running up and down the silky material now covering my legs. It was uncharacteristic of me to be so turned on, but each step of dressing brought me closer to his surprise, which I was quickly hoping included something very sensuous.

My mind was on the tingling sensation between my legs as I pulled the sweater over my head and then the skirt over my hips. It fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places, and my nipples were hard and sensitive to my touch. The bra was next, and as I pulled it over my breasts it felt as though it was molding itself to my body, enhancing my shape even further. Finally, I slipped on the high heel shoes, feeling the sharp points of the heels digging into my arches. I looked in the mirror, admiring the image staring back at me – a seductive vision in black lace and leather.

I stepped into the room and waited for my husband. After a few minutes, I heard the click of the lock and the door swung open. He was wearing a tailored suit, a white shirt, and a dark tie. As he took in my appearance, a slow smile spread across his face. “Looking good, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and husky.

He moved towards me, his eyes never leaving my face. As he got closer, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “I had a lot of fun planning this for you,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his lips lingering on my neck, my chest, and my breast. It felt amazing, like he was consuming me, both physically and emotionally. After a moment, he pulled back, his eyes filled with desire.

“Let’s see what you’ve got for me,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

As he spoke, my body tensed, anticipating what he wanted. I took a deep breath, ready to submit to his every whim. I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, revealing the lace bra beneath. As my breasts rose slightly, he took my hand and pulled me closer, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

He continued to tease me, running his fingers along my curves, sending waves of pleasure through my body. When I was ready, I let him take my bra off, revealing my bare skin. He held it in his hand, studying my body as if he had never seen it before.

Then, he leaned in and kissed me again, this time with more urgency. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me, and began to grind against me. I moaned with pleasure, lost in the moment.

As we continued our passionate encounter, I realized that my husband had not only surprised me with a beautiful outfit, but also with an unforgettable experience. He had taken my heart and soul, and filled it with an abundance of love and desire. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for his thoughtfulness and generosity. He wasn't just my husband, but also my lover, my friend, and my soulmate. This Valentine’s Day would be one I would never forget.

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