Owners Pride, Neighbors Envy – Part 14 (Valentine’s Day With My Lover)

Hey, all, I am really sorry for the delays in the story. I had a few things going in life, and then this Corona situation stuck. I hope all my readers are doing good and being safe. This story series will soon conclude with part 20. I have written all the parts and are ready for submission.

Then I shall at the end of the series need your help to understand what genre you readers would want to read next. As far as this part is concerned, I am going to write from the perspective of the lady, io what she felt and saw when she was with me. It is all her words but written by me.

Since the last part was written some time ago, I want to skip the current scenarios. This played out between us in the last one and a half years. Without much time taken, let’s dig into the story, shall we? Here’s what the lady had in mind and has to say.

The woman’s perspective:

After being with him for all these years, the one thing I can tell you is how much I get surprised with his surprises. My husband is a good man when he is not drunk. But he has his limitations when it comes to sex and arousing or satisfying my needs. But of which my love is never short of.

I vividly remember this one time when my husband had to leave for Canada for a fortnight. I was excited because it meant I got to spend a lot more time with my lover without any inhibitions. He had moved away from where I stayed. I knew it was the perfect time for me to visit his home.

This time though, I wanted to surprise him. I never told him about my husband’s visit to Canada or my intentions to visit him. Incidentally, it was 3 days before Valentine’s day that he called and asked me about the plan. I said my husband was going to take me for dinner and my cousin was going to visit me in the day.

He sounded low, but I didn’t care. I wanted to surprise him and catch him off guard and look at that surprised face of his. Sure enough, my husband left for his trip on the evening of the 13^th. I soon set my plans in motion, and I texted him to check if he was home.

He sure was. He was having doubts about why I was texting him when I said I would be busy. I covered it up, saying I was missing him. But since my hubby is there, I couldn’t talk much. He somehow bought it. I went ahead, had a relaxing shower, and cleaned myself up, especially my pussy.

I was careful about keeping my body as smooth as possible. I wore a simple tank top and jeans that he had gifted me. I looked at myself in the mirror once. I couldn’t recognize myself anymore. Just a few years ago, I was a shy wife who was more than happy to have no mind of myself.

But since he came into my life, I had transformed into a sexually liberated woman. I booked a cab, and all through the journey, I could feel the gaze of people on me. The cab driver was constantly checking my bosoms via the rearview mirror. I smiled at the effect I was having on these hapless men.

I thought how these guys were going to wank their cocks thinking about me while my lover would be gaining access to my prized love hole. Just before I reached his house, I stopped at a liquor store and picked a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates! Who says a lady can’t surprise?

As soon as I paid for the cab, the moment of reckoning was here. I was myself willingly walking into the lion’s den. I had goosebumps, and my heart was pounding hard. I reached his house, and with trembling hands, I rang the bell. Within moments he opened the door.

I got the reaction I was waiting for and had planned for. If his jaw could hit the floor, it would have. He welcomed me in and closed the door, and gave me the tightest hug possible. I said, “Surprise! You did not expect me here, did you?” He said, “I was sad that we could not be together tomorrow, and I was going to hit the bed early.”

I pulled him close and said, “You will hit the bed. But you have your lover with you to give the company and make it a special night.” As I said that, he pulled me into his arms, he was just in his shorts. I could feel his strong muscular chest with well-defined muscles and the musky, manly smell.

I gave it a kiss as he looked down on me with his droopy eyes. He pulled me deeper into his embrace. I was in love with this man, who wasn’t my husband. Still, I loved everything about him, I was lost in his eyes and the sweaty forehead of his.

That’s when I snapped out and said, “If we gonna stare at each other like this, who is going to celebrate Valentine’s day?” He let out a cute smile. That’s when I asked him to get the wine glasses today. We going to celebrate our way. We both were 3 glasses each down.

I was lying on his bare chest and running my fingers on his veiny forearms. I took this opportunity to let go of my inhibitions. I sucked his chest and his manly nipples. Wow, he had the best chest a man could have. I was caressing his abs and made my way up to his throat, nibbling on his Adam’s apple.

He threw his head back and let out a soft moan. I was happy because he was responding the way I wanted. I was drawing circles all over his body and making him squirm. I was giving him gentle bites on the nape of his neck and on his shoulders.

He was moving his palm on the soft skin of my arms and feeling me. That’s when I pulled down his shorts inch by inch seductively and went between his legs. Kneeling on the floor, I gave him a look and winked at him. I wrapped my lips on the top of his dick head, giving it short soft sucks.

I was enjoying the soft sensations of his skin with my lips. I smooched it and licked his shaft from bottom to top. I was losing control over my actions, partly because of the wine and partly because of happiness. I was experiencing having my time alone with my lover.

I now had engulfed his entire shaft inside my mouth. In the quietness of the house, and the moment one could hear the squishy suck noises I was making. I wanted to make him so happy this time. I drove the dick as much as I could deep into my mouth in the process deep throating him.

I felt my life was going out of me as his dick was hitting the back of my throat. I was gagging as he had his hands behind my head. He let go of my head. I felt I was just brought back to life from a near-death experience because his dick was making me feel so.

For the first time, I could feel he was desperate to fuck me as quickly as he can. He said, “Babe, no more niceties. I want to pound that sexy pussy of yours.” I just looked up at him, smiled, and said, “Take me to the bedroom and make love to me.” This time though, he surprised me.

He said, “I don’t want to waste my time, babe. I just want to pound you mercilessly.” Without even blinking, he nearly tore my jeans off and threw it to one corner of the house. He seductively pulled my panties off with his teeth and spat it to the floor.

He looked at me and said, “Ah, your pussy is already dripping. It seems you wanted me to put this thing in you as well, didn’t you?” I had no answer to it. I was naked with a man, not my husband, in his house, drunk and celebrating Valentine’s day.

Ideally, it should have been my husband who should have been doing all this. But who cares! He had given me so much happiness in all these years of meeting that I was ready to do anything for him. I nodded to his question and just looked at him with my purring lips.

I pulled his ass to me and spread my legs and said in a hoarse voice, “I am all yours.” That’s all he had to hear, and he slowly hit the slit of my pussy with his dick teasing me. I was close to tears, like someone being denied his favorite toy. He could feel the anguish grip me.

I slowly moved inch by inch into my pussy. I moved my fingers on his chest as he was slowly increasing his pace. It was making me go crazy. Even though I had felt that dick many times, somehow, it always felt new to me. Every time I made love to him, I am sure he has explained it all differently to you, readers.

But for me, it was always a new and unique experience. I was sucking his chest close to biting it off. I felt sensations like never before. I was now pulling his butt cheeks deep into me. I felt him fuck like a madman, and he was grunting with the ferocity of an animal.

He was tearing my pussy. I crossed my legs on his waist and pulled him deeper and throwing my head side to side in that small couch of his. I cast my mind to the time when all these sensations were alien and unknown to me. I could feel the storm build inside me. I felt myself let go.

I screamed into his chest, biting it in pleasure, and I came like never before. Within no time, he was shooting his load into me. He was bucking his hips as he emptied his balls into my pussy and collapsed over me. I was kissing his lips, grateful for being in my life, and filling the void that once I had felt.

So readers that were the lady’s perspective for this part. You will hear more from her in the next few parts. Please give it a read and keep your comments coming on [email protected]. Till next time.