Dottie and I have been married for five years, and for some reason, she gets practically nymphomaniacal around Valentine’s Day, perhaps from having worn something special. Our sex that day is always explosive. I wish it happened more frequently.

My wife is a small, sexy thing, barely one hundred pounds and built really nice, with little curves in all the right places. At thirty-two, she still gets lustful stares from men as she goes about her business.

The first time I noticed the ettect hot clothes have on her was two years ago, when I gave her a Valentine gift of a really sexy, stretchy babydoll outfit. Sometime later I fell asleep, only to be awakened by Dottie whispering my name. Our bedroom is softly lit by the glow of a security light at the edge of our backyard. In this light I could see Dottie on her hands and knees, with her beautiful face over mine. What a romantic surprise! She leaned down and gave me an open-mouthed, wet kiss, her tongue stabbing sexily.

I reached out to her breasts and felt her excited nipples poking against the elastic material. I hugged her to me, my hands caressing her slim hips and tight butt. It took a few seconds for my mind to register what my hands were feeling. The stretchy panties were wet. I cupped her crotch as her plea seared my brain. “Donny, I’m horny. Oh, fuck me, fuck me.” Dottie is shy and does not use words like these unless she’s super-excited.

Still sucking on my tongue, Dottie was now astride my body, humping her panty-clad pussy against my raging prick. I knew she was ready to explode and that this would be one of those times to remember. I rolled her off me and onto her back, then scooted down and planted a kiss on her pussy. She yelped with arousal and slammed her crotch against to my mouth. I could taste her sweet pussy juice. I skinned off the pink teddy and Dottie pushed me back down and jumped on me, grabbing my hard prick in her tiny hand and stuffing it into her molten pussy. She began fucking me fast and hard, slobbering into my mouth as her kisses drove me to the edge.

Sucking my tongue and lips, she pounded down on my cock, squeezing her pussy muscles on the way up, relaxing on the way down. In less than a minute, we came together, explosively. Dottie collapsed on top of me with a loud moan, mashing her splayed pussy lips against my crotch. After a minute or so, she began sucking my limp member.

Soon I was hard again, and her moaning indicated that she was still hot. Her little ass was weaving patterns of lust over our bed. She scooted around so her crotch was over my face, then planted her dripping pussy on my mouth and began banging me. I licked her whole crotch as she sucked on my cock. We came in each other’s mouth.

Dottie smiled and licked her lips. I couldn’t believe the excitement we’d just had. She likes to be eaten but doesn’t care for fellatio unless she is extremely turned on.

Last year it happened again. I had picked her up from her job at the bank after a big Valentine’s Day luncheon. She looked good enough to eat in her dark burgundy business suit with its short, tight skirt, her high-heeled shoes and a white blouse. Her dark brown hair was done up nicely. As she entered the car, I held the door for her. She slid onto the car seat and flashed a little thigh. She held the pose; legs parted, one leg in the car, one leg on the ground-as my eyes traveled up her shiny stockings to the garter belt framing her white, lacy panties. What a sight! I teasingly said that I’d like to jump her sexy body. She blushed and shyly said, “Maybe I’ll let you.”

On the trip home I reached under her short skirt and cupped her crotch tightly. I could see her panties with their lacy edge. Dottie bunched her skirt under her hips in order to open her legs wider. I put my arm around her slim shoulders. The view I had was making my cock hard as iron. I wanted her badly. She kept her legs open the rest of the way home.

Once home, Dottie dropped to her knees, unzipped me and grabbed my cock, aggressively licking and kissing it. She had her hand in her now wet lace panties, fingers slicing into her pussy. She was so ready for sex, I was worried she’d bite me! I felt my come rising, and when I came, it gushed out in buckets.

Dottie swallowed the first spurt, then let the rest splash on her chin. She slobbered over my cock, rubbing the creamy juice all over her face. She came doing this, her fingers working magic on her pussy. I’d never seen her play with herself, so it was an exciting first. Slipping out of her panties, she pulled me down to the floor. “Fuck me, I want to come all over your hot prick,” she cried.

Fuck we did, Dottie thrusting her wet pussy up to meet my pounding cock. It was the best sex ever.

So you can see why I’m looking forward to this Valentine’s Day like a kid looks forward to Christmas. I still haven’t decided what to give Dottie this year, but you can be sure it will be something ultra-sexy. Lacy, crotchless panties, maybe. And a see-through peignoir. Or maybe a real slinky dress that hugs her every curve. How about a black bra with cutouts for her nipples?

Whatever I decide, I don’t think I can go wrong. Dottie always feels romantic around Valentine’s Day, and now that I’ve learned how sexy clothes and lingerie can frame her love for me with lust, I intend to make sure that come bedtime, she’s decked out in something really hot.