SUCCUMB TO LOVE
A VALENTINE'S DAY FANTASY IN THREE ACTS
By Roy Hoffman
{Disclaimer: All the beings in this tale are over the age of eighteen. Honest. I checked their I.D.s)
ACT TWO
It was Valentine's Day, yippee! Joshua downed a good portion of a bottle of Scotch, and then went to bed early. He wanted to get through his wretched day. You would think after four years it would hurt less but each year seemed even more painful than the year before. Four years had passed since he lost the love of his life. She died without him; surrounded by strangers. This Valentine's Day was especially hard for him because she had loved this day so much.
Annette had loved the whole silly damned thing and had decorated the house with hearts, balloons, flowers, and red streamers. She even put out those stupid candy hearts with sayings on them and gave out cards. She loved playing Valentine's board games with Joshua and their daughter. And, she looked forward each year to going out for dinner, dancing, and a carriage ride with her man. Then finally, there was the special Valentine's lingerie and uninhibited sex.
Joshua knew it was now harder every year because every passing year he felt an increased amount of shame, guilt, and regret. While she loved the day, he merely tolerated it. And he knew that his sour attitude had often dampened Annette's celebration. That was especially true for the last Valentine's Day they had spent together. There had been a hockey game he wanted to see so he bitched about going to dinner with her. He said, "We've been married for nineteen years, you know I love you why do we have to go through with all this bogus commercialized shit every year!" In the background, Izzy, his eighteen-year-old daughter had scowled at him for being a dick.
Later, Annette caught him watching the game on his phone during their dinner. After that, she angrily gulped down her food. "Well, now I know where I rate. Let's go home so you can do what you want!"
Joshua was partially relieved but attempted to save the evening. "Didn't you have other things you wanted to do?"
Annette snapped, "You obviously don't want to do anything with me, so forget it."
The ride home was silent and once there she turned the TV onto the hockey game and said, "Enjoy your fucking game!" She froze him out after that and stubborn idiot that he was he refused to apologize over some stupid fucking holiday. Two weeks later the pandemic started gaining steam and as an ER Nurse, she was at work more than at home. Then she was locked into quarantine. And then she caught it. And then she died.
Although he finally had apologized and she seemingly forgave him it was all done virtually over a video call. It never felt real. When she died he felt like he had been ripped in half. He had often thought about joining her. The only thing that stayed his hand was his daughter, Isabella. She was his constant source of joy and sorrow. The latter was not for anything she did but because she looked a lot like her mother. Not an exact copy, Izzy was taller, had a different nose and chin, and had a slightly more voluptuous shape. However, her facial expressions, the gestures she used, and her voice and phraseology often reminded him of Annette.
Hot, questing lips pressed against Joshua's lips. He surrendered to the kiss. He wondered briefly if he would remember the dream this year. He liked to term this his yearly visit from his wife's ghost. Normally, he was a light sleeper and intense dreams would wake him up. He was one of those people who became aware they were having a wet dream and would usually awaken before the climactic end. By getting drunk enough, however, he stayed in a dreamlike state to experience the dream. The trade-off was that although the dream would continue to its conclusion Joshua would have little to no memory of the dream, only the faintest of impressions of what it had been about.
As the kiss grew deeper small, delicate fingers unbuttoned his pajama top. A small chuckle vibrated against his mouth as the fingers reached into the pajama tops and rubbed his chest, playing with his chest hair. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby!" Annette's voice whispered as she kissed down his chin. She planted a series of lingering kisses down his chest and across his belly before reaching his tented pajama bottoms. A quick yank later his raging cock was enveloped by a warm, loving mouth.
As Annette sucked him Joshua ran his fingers through her hair which seemed longer than usual. Annette usually kept a pixie cut which was easier to maintain since she had to wear a hairnet at work. As his wife's lips and tongue continued to work their magic, Joshua's thoughts about her hair faded away. When Joshua was about to gush into his wife's sucking mouth she suddenly stopped and moved her head away from his cock.
Her laughter tinkled in the darkness "Sorry, I can't wait anymore." Joshua's cock was encircled by a small feminine hand and then enveloped by a very hot, very moist, and very constrictive tunnel. Usually, Joshua slipped inside her quite easily because as she liked to say they were a perfect match. Tonight however she had to wriggle her hips a bit and work her pussy down around his cock. As she wriggled he also felt a cool silkiness against his shaft and thighs. Had she been so horny that she just pushed her panties aside to impale herself on him? That thought made him throb. As her wriggling continued he realized that was not it. No, she was wearing some lingerie that had a crotch cut. This was confirmed when she hugged him tightly once he was fully impaled. He barely had time to notice that she was also wearing a soft silky bra that had cutouts when she locked him into a deep soul kiss and started humping.
As he made love with his wife in the back of his mind, Joshua hoped that he wouldn't wake up anytime soon. To his dismay his current celibacy made him peak quickly and he gushed into his wife. She kissed him harder and thrashed her hips, milking him. He was pleased that he did not awaken but his dreaming state was confirmed when he remained hard and erect even after climaxing. She giggled close to his ear and kissed his cheek. "Round two, already?"
Laughing softly Annette leaned back pulling him with her so that he was lying on top of her. "Fuck me, baby." While Joshua found this exceedingly erotic he also found it a bit jarring because Annette rarely cursed even in the midst of making love. Joshua chalked it up to being part of dream wish fulfillment. He had always hoped Annette would talk dirty to him when they had sex. As usual, Joshua slowly humped Annette as they made out, kissing and stroking each other. Annette however was more aggressive than normal, gripping his hair harder, digging her hands into his back and scalp and even nipping his ear and lips.
"Harder, fuck me harder." she breathed, voice shaking with passion. Spurred on by her desire Joshua increased his speed and the force of his thrusts. "Yes, fuck me! Harder, baby, harder!"
Joshua started pouring it on. Annette clutched him, kissing him, slamming her hips to meet his. "Oh yes, Harder! Make me cum, make me cum all over your cock!" Joshua sealed his mouth to hers as he began pounding his cock deep into his horny wife's hungry little cunt. She squealed in delight as they made the bed rock and the headboard clap against the wall.
