When I arrived to pick Joanie up for our Valentine’s Day date, I couldn’t have been more surprised.

I thought my beautiful honey would be all dolled up. She likes to put on a fancy dress and naughty spiked heels when we go out for special events. Instead, I knocked twice, got no answer, and then used my key to let myself in. Was it possible she hadn’t arrived home yet? We’d set the time weeks before.

“Baby?” I called out. “You here? Are you ready?”

“Almost,” she responded, her voice lilting to me from down the hall. “Come help me put on the finishing touches, will you, Dave?”

I headed toward the bedroom, thinking maybe she needed my assistance with a difficult zipper. Possibly, she wanted me to attach her necklace for her or offer my opinion on which jacket went best with her ensemble. I was holding a bouquet of dark red flowers in my hand, and I almost dropped them when I walked into the room. Sheer shock froze me in place. She’d done the place up for this February 14th, with leopard-print sheets and pink lightbulbs in the sockets. But I didn’t care about the accoutrements. Joanie was almost ready, I guess, if “almost ready” meant totally naked and sprawled on her big bed. What knocked me sideways was the fact that her ass was facing the doorway and on her nightstand was a bottle of lube.

“You’re not ready at all,” I said softly, stating the obvious.

“I am,” she countered gleefully as she turned to speak to me with her green eyes wickedly bright. “Not ready to go out, maybe. But I’m definitely ready for you.”

While I watched in stunned silence, she reached around and parted her luscious ass cheeks. Her anus seemed to wink at me, as if letting me know that it was ready, as well. There was no question in my mind: anal was on the agenda tonight. I set the flowers down on the chair by the doorway and approached the bed.

“Dinner’s off?” I asked.

“Dinner’s after,” she said matter-of-factly, letting her hands fall to her sides. I was close enough now to stroke her comely ass cheeks, letting my palms caress her smooth skin. When I breathed in, I won a whiff of the sensual scent of her arousal. No jasmine or honeysuckle perfume is sweeter than that personal fragrance. Joanie had definitely gotten turned on thinking about what we might do tonight. As if reading my mind, she calmly explained. “I’ve been wanting to do this with you for so long. I figured, what was more romantic than anal with the man I love?”

Her words had a dual affect on me. My dick got as hard as a rock, but my heart seemed to melt. She’d never before said she loved me. Nor had she told me that anal was something she enjoyed. Maybe for Joanie those two things were intricately linked, like lace around a paper heart. We were about to be intricately linked, that’s for sure. Without another thought of our restaurant reservations, I started to undress. While I tore out of my clothes, Joanie began to prep herself. She reached for the bottle of lube and filled her palm with the glistening liquid. Then, while I watched — nearly tripping as I untied my loafers — she slickened up her back passage. She seemed to take extreme pleasure in this self-prepping. She mewed softly as she tickled and stretched her own tiny hole.

Why had we never fucked like this before? I had no idea. I’d been satisfied with our sexual menu. We excelled at oral, often enjoying a 69. We’d used sex toys on one another. I’d even blindfolded her during one of our more adventurous encounters. We’d tried me on top, her on top, reverse cowgirl, reverse cowboy. But to date, we’d never even discussed backdoor sex.

It looked as if things were about to change.

When I was naked, I took the lube and wet my own fingers. Joanie gaped at me over her shoulder as I worked my fist up and down my rigid dick.

“Joanie gyrated herself on my cock, her whole body filled with delicious tremors.”

“You’re so big,” she sighed. “I’ve always appreciated your size, but it’s why I was a little hesitant to try sex like this.” So anal had been in her thoughts, even if she hadn’t discussed the topic with me.

“What changed your mind?” I asked, curious.

“I know you now,” she said. “I’m sure that you’ll go slow. You’ll take things easy.”

“As slow as you need,” I promised. Nothing felt slow, though. My heart was pounding wildly. My cock seemed to be throbbing to an inner rhythm. But I thought I understood what Joanie meant. I would let her lead, and if she could set the pace, then she might be more relaxed when I entered her booty.

She told me she wanted to begin missionary style. Just a few strokes in her pussy to get things started. I was fine with that. My cock was a divining rod at this point, quivering with desire and ready for anything. She got on her back, and I positioned myself above her. I let my dickhead flick against her clit a few times, and she nearly swooned beneath me. “Now,” she insisted. “I want to feel you inside me. I’m so wet, baby. So wet.”

She’d told me what to expect. Still, I couldn’t believe how drenched she was when her inner muscles contracted around my dick. This was the most turned on she’d ever been with me. I stared into her deep emerald eyes as I rocked my cock inside her welcoming body. She’d said she loved me. Those words lit me up inside. I’d been hoping — I’d been waiting. I started to whisper, “Joanie, I love you, too,” but she was in motion.

“Now,” she said, “I’m going to get on my hands and knees, and you pump me doggy-style, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed. My cock didn’t care how we were fucking. It was just happy to be part of the plan. I entered her with one swift thrust, and I held her waist with my hands to steady the two of us. Joanie gyrated herself on my cock, her hips swinging, her whole body filled with delicious tremors.

We fucked well together, two complementary halves to make a whole. I almost forgot what was up next, my balls starting to constrict, when Joanie said, “I’m ready.”

Ready. Oh, my. She was ready for me to spear her sweet cheeks. I pulled out and relubed my dick. Joanie held herself wide open for me. I pressed the head of my swollen cock to her most private spot. Then I held still. She wanted me to take my time. I would take my time. To my utter surprise, Joanie pushed back. I popped inside her, and we both gasped. The pleasure was instantaneous. She was so hot and tight inside. I couldn’t remember ever feeling anything quite so sublime. Then things got even better. Joanie began to move as she had before, but instead of me being inside her pussy, my dick was now nestled in her asshole.

“Oh, you feel so good,” she purred. “You’re so big, baby. And you fill me up so nice.”

I didn’t have anything to say. My voice was gone. The only sound I seemed capable of making was a low, desperate growl. I don’t think I’d ever made a noise like that before.

Joanie, however, seemed to have found her voice. “I was home this afternoon,” she said, “and I knew you were planning something special. So I wanted to give you something special in return.”

I was holding still while she moved up and down my unit. Watching my rod disappear and reappear from between her pillowy cheeks was one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness. It was a sublime experience.

“So I started to think,” she said. “I imagined meeting you naked at the doorway. Giving you a blowjob in the kitchen. One idea after another.”

I noticed she had let one hand wander between her thighs. She was tugging her clit while I fucked her ass.

“Then I started to masturbate,” she said, and her voice had a raw edge to it that made the confession even sexier. “While I jerked off, I thought of you fucking me all over the house — in the living room, in the kitchen, everywhere. Although the rooms changed, you were fucking me the same way every time. You were fucking my ass.”

She giggled.

“Ass,” she said again. “It sounds so dirty when I say it, doesn’t it? Fuck my ass, Dave. Fuck my ass as hard as you can.”

That was what I’d been waiting for. Permission. I hadn’t even realized it. But now, instead of Joanie fucking me, I started to fuck her. A sense of wellbeing flooded over me. This is how we should always fuck, I thought. There was a connection between us that was unbreakable. In seconds, I was buried to the hilt in her ass. She responded by tightening up around me, as if desperate to keep me inside her. I pulled back within her velvety channel and then plunged in again and again. Joanie urged me on with stuttered phrases of desire. “Oh, fuck, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I paused only to squirt a bit more lube to slicken our ride, then resumed my pace, pounding her derriere. In no time at all, she cried out that she was coming.

“Come with me,” she begged. “Fill me up!”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I slammed into her and sealed my body to hers. We bucked toward nirvana, our bodies reaching that pinnacle of pleasure together, that highest peak of pure bliss.

Waiting was worth it, I thought in a hazy glow. Because I’d never experienced anything quite like this before. I felt myself collapsing onto the mattress with Joanie wedged tightly against me. We didn’t speak right away, each of us needing time to regain ourselves, to rediscover where we’d left off, where we were connected. My dick softened, and I slipped out of her and rolled over onto my side. My breathing slowed. Hers did the same. The power of what we had done bound us together.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” I said, as she curled into my arms to face me, a warm, lovely being who made me feel complete.

“Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet,” she said, her eyes still lit up with that orgasmic glow. We kissed passionately, and I tried to figure out what she meant. Then she turned away from me and pressed her ass to my groin once more, making me think what I’ve always known: the best gifts come with love… and lube.

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