Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect - Sex Stories

Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect

Steak & BJ after 20 years of neglect

a faithful wife (but hostile to Holidays) refunds her husband.

### My contribution to the Valentine's Day 2024 Event.

English is not my native language, don't look at my mistakes.###

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Chapter 1. One Wife, One Blowjob.

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February 14th

My wife Violet, on her knees, was licking my balls and cock shaft, naked over my lowered breeches.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, with my shirt unbuttoned.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

I thought, "Let them ring, don't open it, they'll go away."

Amid two unruly wisps on the forehead, that had escaped from her gathered hair, my wife gave me a convincing gaze with a wide smile, flaunting confidence, and whispered, "It's okay, everything according to the plan... I ordered steak for dinner for you, honey... wait here just for a minute, while I pay the delivery girl."

I was speechless.

Violet struggled to her feet.

Her breasts bare, her wrists bound behind her back by two Velcro cuffs, Violet wore only a black silk garter belt to which were attached by laces and two black hold-up stockings with wide bands of elastic lace (the laces were only for adornment, but they were beautiful to look at). The lace delightfully framed her pussy.

On her feet, she laced up thin high-heeled sandals.

Too high heels and too tight wrists made it difficult for her to make any movement, but Violet managed to keep her balance.

Walking slowly on her heels she reached ...

... the main door of the house. I could hear her but was out of visual range of a possible "delivery girl". And what if they send us a man!?

I could not believe my eyes.

My wife, naked and cuffed, opened to an unknown delivery girl!

OMG, it had always been a fantasy of mine, but today she was making it come true! My cock had become hard as never before.

I could hear everything from the couch.

I knew how she had managed to open the handle: she had leaned her shoulders against the door and then turned the knob with her hands.

I immediately recognized the chirping voice of the "unknown delivery girl." Eh: it seemed too strange to me that my wife, usually so disinclined to display lingerie, had gone to open the door for a total stranger.

In front of her was her best friend's daughter, Trudy, who had known her for years (and confidentially called her "Auntie Violet" even though we were not legally related). Since she had come of age, Trudy had been delivering from her parents' restaurant.

The girl was holding two cartons for delivery. But, I guessed from her voice that she was paralyzed with astonishment and her eyes and mouth were wide open. "Are you in trouble, Auntie Violet? Do you need me to call 911?"

Without any shame, my wife chuckled: "I was your teacher in the neighborhood self-defense classes at the gym, remember? No problem, my husband and I are celebrating Valentine's Day 20 years late, maybe 22. Everything is okay, just two adults playing in the ...