Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect - Sex Stories

Steak & BJ After Decades Of Neglect

... alarmed. "But aren't you forgetting something, honey?"

"Oh, yes, of course, you're right. I forgot to turn off the lamp light, can you turn it off dear? Thank you."

She was muffled. I was asleep, but she was not there. I don't know what Violet was thinking, in the following days she was very silent.

Coming home after work on March 14, I found a note on the front door.

Chapter 3 the Corrected Valentine's Day Card.

Another memory, much more recent, was a Valentine's Day card that my wife had erased with two strokes of the pen, writing on it "Steak & BJ March, 14th."

Inside was a handwritten message.

"My love, forgive me. All these years I have denied you your legitimate right to enjoy a proper celebration of Valentine's Day. I have forced you to go to fancy restaurants, to see boring vagina monologues in the theater, to hear feminist rallies, to listen to cheesy operas and musicals. And I never reciprocated a gift to you, never made you have sex that night, in the name of a legendary "romance" of that date.

Today I humbly apologize to you. Today I ask you to start a new Family Tradition, with a feast of reparation. In return for all the boring refinements you have had to swallow over the years, I will swallow your cum, which I will earn with two or three sloppy, long blowjobs. Yes, that's right: the very practice that I always said didn't turn me on. Forgive me.

If you accept this Correct Valentine's Day Card of mine, please be at 7 p.m. on the ...

... living room couch. I will be your slave until midnight. I swear I will obey your every wish. You may tie me up, whip me, finger my pussy just for the sake of arousing me but without making me enjoy it. You don't have to make me enjoy, you don't have to reciprocate anything: this New Holiday is only for you, you are the only party. At midnight, if you want, you can release me.

Don't worry about making restaurant reservations or fancy clothes, I'll take care of everything. I know some of your desires, although I have always pretended not to notice them, and tonight I will fulfill them as a gift for you.

Signed, your slave in love, as a last free gesture before I close the shackles, Violet. Tuesday, March 14, 2023.

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Chapter 4 A woman on the counterattack.

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It was the evening of Tuesday, March 14, 2023.

As I thought back on those memories, only a fraction of a second had passed. Sitting on the couch, I could still hear my wife talking to the delivery girl, Trudy.

Trudy had not come in: she had stayed outside the main door. It was raining, and everyone knows it hurts to go in and out all the time because of the temperature change. Also, it could be embarrassing to enter the house of an almost naked, handcuffed lady.

Trudy surely had seen my wife naked before, because Violet was part of a feminist gym where girls were taught self-defense: the showers were installed in an open space, and my wife was completely shameless "when there are no drooling maniacal ...