My Naughty Valentine

By Jenny Swift

Copyright ©2025

Kyle had been on a business trip. His wife, Amy, had in mind that her husband would be back in a week. However, Kyle was coming home early. He decided to surprise his beloved wife. They had an active sex life, and after weeks of not seeing each other, it would be spectacular, and passionate. Just thinking about it, Kyle felt his cock grow inside his pants. He had an idea. Before returning home, and even though he was a little tired from the flight, he made a little stop at a BDSM store, and a sex toy store. 

There were different things, and Kyle felt they should try everything. However, he determined to buy a blindfold, ropes to tie hands and ankles, a vibrator, which was fitted with a small device that went directly on the clitoris, and another on the ass, edible panties, a whip, and a few other items that he fancied, like sensual clothing to complement what for him would be a great session with Amy. This was indispensable for what he had in mind. However, he knew they would be so anxious, there might not be time to try everything.  

It was Valentine's Day, so Kyle didn't want to miss celebrating it with his wife. Not ever. He was able to get out of some commitments that may not have been as important as the one he had with his wife.

Kyle, shopping in hand, returned home. His heart was pounding as he stood in the doorway of his house. The living room and kitchen were deserted. Kyle frowned. Where was Amy? 

"Honey? I came back earlier, I missed you." Kyle said, but Amy was nowhere to be seen. 

She wasn't in the backyard. Kyle was beginning to feel disappointed that she might have gone out. Kyle went up to the bedroom with his groceries in one hand. The door was ajar, and Kyle heard sounds coming from the bedroom. Although he didn't yet know what had caused it, Kyle became aroused. His cock was turgid, while his heart was pounding. Without further ado, he finished opening the bedroom door and found his wife furiously rubbing her clit. She was masturbating, and her moans were now clear to Kyle. She slid her fingers in with alacrity, touched her clit, and then she slipped two fingers into her pussy. Her legs were trembling, and she still hadn't realized that Kyle was present, watching her pleasure herself without restraint. Kyle thought that if he didn't do something right away, his cock wouldn't take any more. He placed the groceries on a chair, and continued to watch his wife. She had her eyes closed. 

Amy began to scream, and at that moment, she opened her eyes. She screamed again, but this time because Kyle had scared her. Kyle smiled mischievously, and without wasting any time, he joined her on the bed. 

"Honey, you scared me. How long have you been standing there? And besides, I thought your trip would be longer?" She asked in surprise.  

"I couldn't leave you alone on Valentine's Day." Kyle said, and without waiting too long, he kissed her ardently. 

She closed her eyes again, this time, letting herself be swept away by the passion her husband was making her feel. His hands roamed over her breasts, and he squeezed them with pleasure. Then he touched her pussy, it was so wet, his fingers slipped. The kiss extended, and Kyle wanted her intensely. However, he stopped and stood up. Amy looked at him reproachfully. She was so hot. 

"It'll be worth it, love." He assured. 

In the first instance, he drew the whip. Amy's eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. She felt apprehensive, but then thought it was the hottest thing they'd done so far. Kyle cleared the chair and motioned for Amy to straddle him. She was only too happy to do so. Kyle slid the whip across her visible buttocks, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips. However, Kyle did not whip her. He smiled and went to get the other objects.

"Wait a minute... something's missing." He indicated, still smiling. 

Kyle tied Amy's wrists behind her back, and he put the mask on her. Amy felt her heart pounding. She could feel it beating in her throat. Kyle rubbed his cock over his pants to calm his momentum a little. Right after, he delivered the first whip. Amy gasped, but she had liked it. Her pussy released aromatic and delicious fluids that Kyle couldn't wait to taste. He was so turned on...but he wasn't going to rush things. Kyle gained confidence and gave his wife several lashes in a row. His goal was to make those lashes stay in her memory forever. Amy screamed, torn between pleasure and pain. Her buttocks turned maroon red, and Kyle wouldn't stop. He would give her an unforgettable Valentine's Day experience. Amy's legs were trembling, her face was wet, as was her pussy. 

She was very close to orgasm, but her husband was making her suffer. He untied her, and placed her on the bed. Amy reached for her husband's mouth, he kissed her viciously, but then he reached for a toy. The vibrator entered Amy's wet cave with ease. Her fluids ran down to her thighs. Kyle would endure, for it brought him such enjoyment, it was hard to stop. Amy was tied to the bed, her legs and arms stretched out, as the vibrator pushed deeper and deeper into her. This device equally stimulated her clitoris and her anus. She was enjoying and screaming, even blindfolded. Kyle held the vibrator while he asked his wife if he should stop. She could only shake her head as her screams took over. 

Kyle wouldn't let her come, being tied up, she couldn't do much. She came very close several times, but Kyle would stop and chuckle. Without warning, and without her being able to see, Kyle stopped to take off his clothes, his cock had reached its full potential. 

"Where are you? Where are you? I can't take it anymore!" Amy shouted. 

What she didn't know was that Kyle was ready to replace the vibrator with his cock. She felt him penetrating her, at first she thought it was the vibrator, but it wasn't. Kyle was penetrating her with his cock. Kyle was penetrating her slowly. She was still tied up. He slowly untied her as his thrusts became wilder. Once her hands were free, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him passionately. Kyle kissed her breasts, and assaulted her aggressively, moving his hips with unusual speed. He rammed into her swiftly, moving brutally. Amy's screams increased a thousandfold. She dug her nails into her husband's back as he fucked her vigorously. Their bodies vibrated with pleasure, producing a noise that inflamed their libidos. 

It wasn't long before Amy had her first orgasm. She begged for more, Kyle was going to give it to her. With his pelvis, he whipped his wife's little button, driving her wild with pleasure. She screamed louder than ever as the explosion inside her took place. Kyle withdrew from inside her and positioned her so that her buttocks were at his beck and call. For this, he untied her completely. Amy was breathing heavily, but Kyle rested her cheek on the bed, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her without hesitation, ramming his hips into her buttocks violently. Kyle grunted, and moved faster and faster, giving his wife another orgasm. She almost fell flat on the bed, but he held her down and continued with unparalleled vigor. 

Just after that, Kyle felt the familiar tug on his testicles, and he came copiously over his wife's buttocks. She, this time, did fall onto the bed, as Kyle's semen ran down her thighs.

Their Valentine's Day had become a memorable one, perhaps the best since they had been married. That was for sure...