Valentine's Day Countdown

FRIDAY 17 JANUARY

Greg pulled onto the driveway and gave a heavy sigh. It was Friday, but the usual sense of relaxation that came with the approaching weekend was missing. Most likely it was because of the extended break he had taken over Christmas and New Year, visiting relatives in Canada with his new wife, Lauren and taking the chance to ski at resorts he'd never visited before. He'd been back at work for two weeks and already the break seemed a distant memory, the work having just piled up in his absence.

Greg had promised when he married Lauren that he would stop working at weekends and with one exception he'd stuck to his promise since their wedding the previous August. But working for himself the challenge was always there, the niggling doubt that he might miss an opportunity for some new business if he left the inbox full of emails until the following week.

To make matters worse, Lauren had suggested they participate in Dry January, which meant there would be no bottle of wine with dinner. Whose idea had Dry January been in the first place? Yes, it made sense from the perspective of providing a detox after the usual excesses of the Christmas period, but January was normally such a dreary month, it was probably the one he would have picked last had he been given the choice of a month with no alcohol.

Greg pushed open the driver's door and climbed out of his car, grabbing the rucksack from the seat behind him before heading indoors. As he entered the house, he could smell something good from the kitchen and taking a quick detour to the study where he dropped the rucksack and kicked off his shoes, he followed his nose towards the sound of Fleetwood Mac, Lauren singing along.

The sight that awaited him caused Greg to stop in his tracks. Lauren was standing over the hob stirring a sauce from which the aroma emanated. She had her back to Greg and he often stopped what he was doing to stand and admire the rear view of his wife. She was tall, just a shade under six feet without heels, and possessed a curvaceous figure which was one of the things that had first attracted Greg to her.

In an age in which their generation seemed to live their lives online, Lauren had eschewed the stereotypical appearance of gym-honed body and long straight hair. She wore her blonde hair tousled in an A-line bob, giving a windswept impression even when she had not left the house. She remained in shape by walking their two dogs and attending a keep fit class twice a week, ensuring a toned physique without being a slave to what she ate. Her breasts were large and in perfect proportion to the rest of her. But what had taken Greg by surprise was the fact she was naked save for an apron she was currently wearing to protect herself from any splashes of sauce.

They had been a couple for almost five years and enjoyed an active sex life, but Greg was struggling to remember a time when he had been presented with such a sight so early in the evening. Closing the gap between them, he gently settled his hands on Lauren's ass cheeks and squeezed, leaning forward at the same time to nuzzle her neck.

'You're a sight for sore eyes,' Greg commented, pulling his head away from Lauren's neck and the smell of the perfume he had bought her as a Christmas present. 'What is all this in aid of?'

Lauren turned towards Greg, a look of surprise on her face. 'Oh, it's you!' she exclaimed, allowing a broad smile to develop as she saw Greg's slightly shocked look as he took in her words. Holding the spoon to one side, with her spare hand underneath to catch any drips, Lauren leaned forwards and kissed her husband on the lips.

'Just teasing,' she said, before adding 'it's part of your Valentine's present.'

'Valentine's present? That's a month away.' Greg looked confused.

'Well, as it's our first Valentine's Day as a married couple, I decided we needed to make an extra special effort. So, I've worked out a plan that will get us from here to the big day with some mini-gifts and surprises along the way. And I know how you're only doing Dry January because I wanted to, so for day one of our Valentine's Day countdown, you get two presents. Your favourite meal. And me!'

With a flourish, Lauren whipped off the apron and stood in the middle of the kitchen. She spread her legs and allowed her hand to settle in front of her groin, her fingers disappearing into the trimmed V of blonde hair that proved beyond doubt her hair colour was natural. Then she removed her hand and brought her fingers to her mouth, making a point of licking her juices off her fingers.

'I wonder which you'll like the taste of best?' Lauren asked with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

Greg couldn't resist any longer, stepping back to Lauren and taking her head in his hands he kissed her passionately, their tongues exploring deep into their mouths. After a minute or two, Lauren pulled away. 'And breathe,' she said. 'Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. You've just enough time to shower and get changed.'

'Get changed?' Greg replied. 'Is there a dress code?'

'There is tonight. We're eating naked.'

Greg was back in twelve minutes, entering the kitchen to find Lauren transferring two beef steaks from the oven onto plates. Glancing at her husband, she smiled as she saw his semi-erect penis bobbing in front of him. He wasn't in bad shape, but the pressure of running his own business had eaten into the time Greg had available to exercise. He'd never been close to a six pack, but Lauren had noticed a slight paunch developing where once there had been a flat stomach. If her plans came together as she hoped, that would be something else changing in the not-too-distant future.

As they ate, Lauren asked Greg about work, the banality of the conversation at odds with the fact they were both naked. Greg was tempted to ask more about Lauren's Valentine countdown, but decided she would no doubt expand on what she had said when she was ready to. Another of the things that Greg had found attractive about Lauren was her self-confidence. Whether it was to do with how tall she was, Greg didn't know, but his wife was the exact opposite of a shrinking Violet, self-confident without ever tipping into behaviour that could be described as arrogant.

'Let me get the plates, babe,' Greg said as he rose from the table. Lauren watched him move to the sink, where he rinsed the plates before putting them in the dishwasher. As he made his way back to her, Lauren chuckled at the now flaccid penis, amused at how different the male member looked when it wasn't aroused. Greg was very much average when it came to his penis, a little short of six inches and nothing to shout about when it came to girth. Lauren had seen bigger and though she'd only hinted at it to Greg, she'd slept with bigger as well. Yet she didn't miss the size, Greg making up for it out of the bedroom as well as being quite an attentive lover in other ways.

'Ready for dessert?' Lauren asked.

'Er yes, what is it?' Greg looked around expecting to see something waiting on the worktop.

'It's me, silly,' Lauren answered, rising from her seat to embrace her husband. 'How would you like me?' She kissed Greg on the lips and then turned away from him, bending over the table on which they had just eaten before spreading her legs to show her moist labia and then reaching behind her to prise apart her buttocks.

Greg hesitated. Though they were both open-minded and had shared their fantasies with each other, Lauren had always drawn the line at anal sex. Was this second present Lauren agreeing to something he had assumed he would never be allowed?

Greg draped himself over Lauren's back, his rapidly stiffening penis brushing up against her labia. Again nuzzling her neck, he only pulled his head back slightly this time to whisper, 'are you saying what I think you're saying?'

'Maybe,' was Lauren's non-committal response. 'Do you still want to fuck me in the ass?'

'Yes please. You know I do.'

'OK, well let me up a minute, because tonight might be your lucky night. But there are conditions.'

Greg moved away from Lauren and allowed his wife to turn around. She again had the broad smile on her face as she turned around and reached forward, grasping his stiff cock and stroking it slowly as she perched her buttocks on the edge of the table.

'First, we do it upstairs. Second, we use lots of lube. Third, if I agree to this, you've got to promise me you will go along with everything I have planned for our Valentine's Day countdown. Some of it you will enjoy, other things you might baulk at, but in exchange for me giving you what you want tonight, you're going to give me what I want for the next four weeks. I'm pretty sure there's nothing I have planned that would be on a list of hard limits, but there might be one or two things you're not sure about. And at the end of the countdown, we have a very special night on the day itself. Do we have a deal?'

'That sounds ominous. Can you give me a clue what you are up to?' Greg looked at Lauren but was answered by the broad grin.

'Nope. You have to agree here and now. I promise you nothing bad will happen to you. Well, nothing that you won't enjoy in the long run.' With that, Lauren turned back around and adopted the same position as she had just been in, her hands again spreading her ass cheeks apart. This time, she allowed her right hand to slide between her cheeks, her middle finger making its way to rest on the puckered skin that formed the opening to her rectum.

'OK, I'll go along with it. Now get that gorgeous ass upstairs woman!'

Lauren went first, shaking her bottom provocatively as she climbed the stairs, knowing Greg was right behind her. She opened the bottom drawer in the bedside cupboard, grabbing a bottle of lube and throwing it onto the bed. Then she picked up a pillow and positioned it right in the centre of the mattress, before sitting at the end of the bed and beckoning Greg towards her. She again grasped the cock in front of her and began to stroke it to full hardness. When she was satisfied, Lauren leaned forwards and kissed the head of Greg's cock.

'Be gentle with me, lover. I'm an anal virgin.' Looking up at her husband, she blew him a kiss and then climbed into position, draping herself over the pillow which lifted her backside up and gave Greg access to both her holes.

Greg knew he wasn't going to last long when he did finally get inside his wife's ass. Being a little younger and lacking some of the self-confidence his wife possessed, Greg was more inexperienced when it came to previous sexual partners. He'd been in relationships with two other women, though neither had lasted for more than six months before they had mutually agreed to separate, finding themselves incompatible in one or more important ways. Neither relationship had lasted long enough for Greg to broach the subject of anal sex. When it had become apparent he had a future with Lauren, they had opened up to each other about their sexual fantasies and had gradually ticked a few off their respective lists. Three of Greg's remained; anal sex, a night with a dominatrix and sex on a beach. It looked as though they were about to reduce that list to two.

Picking up the lube he slid his penis into Lauren's wet vagina, taking her slightly by surprise as she had been preparing for the assault on her ass. As he savoured the feel of her warm opening, he started to pour some lube down the crack between her buttocks, catching it with his fingers as it reached her opening and gently pushing some inside her anus. He eased one finger past her sphincter, eliciting a groan from Lauren, then poured more lube and pulled his finger down slightly to allow room for the lube to seep inside her.

When he was satisfied with the amount of lube he had used, Greg withdrew his penis and stroked himself with yet more lube in his hand. He was ready for the moment he had thought he would never experience, positioning the head of his cock against the puckered flesh of Lauren's opening. He paused before starting to slowly circle his cock head around the crater, adding a little more pressure as it centred itself. Lauren was trying hard to relax, part of her planning for the Valentine's countdown having involved the use of two different sized plugs to allow her ass to get used to something inside her. Greg's cock was longer, but his girth was probably not much more than the larger of the two plugs and Lauren was confident she could accommodate her husband.

Deep down, Lauren had no objection to anal sex. She had refused when it had first been broached on the grounds that it didn't appeal to her and she could think of lots of ways to have intercourse that both partners would take enjoyment from. As they had grown more comfortable with each other and realised their relationship was for the long term, Lauren had found herself thinking that she would say yes if Greg ever asked again, but he never had.

Her mind distracted by her thoughts, Lauren's sphincter relaxed enough to allow Greg access and suddenly the blonde was brought back to the present by the feel of her husband's cock invading the most private part of her body. The initial feeling was one of a sharp pain and Lauren clenched her buttocks. Sensing something was wrong, Greg eased himself back slightly.

'It's OK, carry on. Just not too fast,' Lauren encouraged him. As Greg pushed forward again, Lauren tried once more to relax and there was less pain as Greg penetrated deeper into her bowels. She was surprised when moments later she felt Greg's balls slap her ass. She had taken his full length. The knowledge that he was completely inside her allowed her to relax further and as Greg began a steady rhythmic motion, Lauren began to enjoy the completely new experience. The feeling of fullness, that had started off scaring her a little when she was unsure of how much further he would penetrate, had suddenly become pleasurable and Lauren began to enjoy the experience.

Being fucked in the ass was nothing like Lauren had expected. Each time Greg pulled back Lauren realised how much she enjoyed the feeling of a full ass. The momentary panic that Greg was withdrawing completely was replaced by a sense of anticipation as he began to push deeper back into her, Lauren savouring the invasion. The feeling was completely unlike vaginal sex, there was no gradual build up to a crescendo of pleasure, it was like sitting on a beach enjoying the warm sun on your skin and wanting that moment to last forever. When she felt Greg's grip on her hips tighten and his cock explode inside her ass, she almost felt sorry that her first experience of anal was coming to an end.

As Greg pulled out, Lauren turned herself to face him, throwing the pillow on the floor and lying back onto the bed. She had prepared herself before Greg had returned from work, so she knew there was little chance of Greg needing to clean himself. Spreading her legs, she smiled up at him and muttered 'enjoy that, my darling?' The feeling of his semen trying to escape from her ass only adding to her sense of arousal.

'Oh yes. Your ass is so tight. That was mind-blowing. How was it for you?'

'Nicer than I expected. I was almost enjoying it by the time you stopped.'

'Sorry,' Greg said with a cheeky grin on his face, 'I knew I wasn't going to last long!'

'That's OK, as long as you make it up to me.' Lauren pointed between her legs and Greg obediently moved into position to perform cunnilingus. Falling asleep later that night the two of them were both content. Greg was wondering if anal would become a regular part of their sex life, having completely forgotten the pledge he made to his wife and Lauren was pleased that the first part of her plan had gone so well.

SATURDAY 18 JANUARY

The next morning they enjoyed a bout of slow, sensuous lovemaking before Greg got up to make some breakfast for them to eat in bed, their usual weekend treat. When he returned carrying a tray into the bedroom, he saw a small gift box in his place on the mattress, wrapped in paper covered in pink hearts and with a red bow tying it together.

'What's this?' Greg asked, a look of surprise on his face as he mentally checked the date to make sure he hadn't forgotten a special anniversary.

'Valentine's Day countdown. You haven't forgotten already, have you?'

'Er no,' Greg replied, though if truth be told, he had. Placing the breakfast things on the bedside table, he picked up the present and climbed back into bed before asking, 'do I open it now?'

'Yes please!' Lauren squealed, clearly excited at the prospect.

Slowly removing the wrapping paper, Greg found a nondescript brown box. Opening that, he pulled out another box with details of the contents printed on it. His heart skipped a beat and he looked across to his wife. 'What's this?'

'Well, I'd have thought it was obvious from the box. It's a chastity cage.'

'A chastity cage?' Greg questioned.

'Yes, it's to lock your cock away.'

'Lock my cock away?'

'Yep. Are you going to repeat everything I say?'

'But why do you want to lock my cock away. I thought you liked my cock?'

'Oh I do. But this is all part of my countdown. This allows me to restrict when you get to put your cock inside me. And it also makes sure you don't go off and play with yourself when I deny you my pussy.' Lauren paused, before adding, 'or my ass, now you seem to have taken to that as well.'

'I don't understand. What's this all about really?'

'It's part of my plans for Valentine's Day. I know that deep down you want me to be more dominant in the bedroom, don't you?'

'Er,' was all Greg managed before he found himself lost for words.

'Your bucket list. You wanted to spend a night with a dominatrix, didn't you?'

'Er, yes but that's just fantasy isn't it.'

'Well, the idea of me letting you off to have sex, or whatever it is you do with a dominatrix, is a fantasy, yes. But what if you could have a dominatrix under your own roof when the desire takes us?'

'You? We're going to do a roleplay on Valentine's Day?' Greg looked more confused than ever.

'Not exactly. We're going to see how you can handle a more dominant wife. And if you shape up, then we'll get to experience a very special night on February 14th.'

'So where does this come in again?' Greg held up the box as he asked the question.

'I've been doing some research. And one thing I found is that if you deny a man regular orgasms, then the ones he gets to experience become far more powerful. So this is all about me restricting your orgasms and making sure the next one you get to experience will be mind-blowing.'

Greg looked shocked as he took in Lauren's words. 'You mean I don't get to cum again until Valentine's Day?'

'We will just have to wait and see. Even if that's the case, it will be your dominant wife denying you. Which I suspect deep down is what you really wanted when you talked about a night with a dominatrix isn't it? One night with her, or a month with me in charge. Which sounds better?'

'OK,' Greg replied hesitantly. 'I'm not sure I fully understand, but I'll go along with it.'

'Oh you will, because you promised me you would yesterday. Remember?'

Greg suddenly realised he had no idea what his wife had planned and for the first time he began to question whether his rushed decision to agree had been a good one. But Lauren's ass had looked so inviting.

'OK, open it up. The advice I was reading said it takes some time for your body to adjust to being locked, so you need to start slowly. Today we'll just check the fit and maybe try it out for an hour or two. Tomorrow, we'll increase the time.' Lauren seemed far more excited at the prospect than Greg.

Greg slowly opened the box and tipped the contents onto the bed. As he did so, Lauren picked up her coffee and started to drink. She was determined to sit back and see how Greg reacted. If this was all a huge mistake, she would hold her hands up and admit defeat. But she was determined to give her days of planning time to come to fruition first.