Around ten in the morning, there was a knock at my back door. I didn’t recognize what it was at first because, well, it was the back door. The knocking was loud and a bit insistent. Why didn’t they just come to the front?
I went to the back door at the kitchen and peeked through the curtain. The first thing I saw was a black hood, skin tight with only a hole for a mouth wearing bright red lipstick. The hood alarmed me at first. Maybe it was some sort of bizarre morning robbery, though the lipstick suggested otherwise.
Then I noticed the rest of the person. They wore a long red coat that I recognized from somewhere. The coat clung to their body and the obvious feminine curves underneath. Bright red heels covered their feet and I felt a moment of sympathy for what it must have taken to walk over my cracked sidewalk in these heels.
Weird, but kind of sexy.
I opened the door. The hooded woman smiled. I knew that smile but I couldn’t place where. My wife was at work and this was not remotely her style.
The woman had a card in her hand. She presented it to me, but her angle was off. That was when I noticed the hood had no eye holes or even slits. She was probably blind inside that hood.
I took the card. It was a Valentine’s Day card. The front said, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Inside was blank except for a woman’s handwriting.
“Please do not ask my name.
Please do not remove my hood.
Please unwrap your present.
Please use my mouth.
Please use my cunt.
Please put your hand around my throat.
Please hurt my ass but don’t mark my tits.
Please return me to the porch by 4pm.”
It was signed, “Your Secret Valentine”
Huh. This was a first for me. I should have closed the door. Or, failing good marital sense, I should have at least brought my Secret Valentine inside.
What I did instead was reach for her coat. I undid the buttons as the woman bit her lip. Taking my time, I opened that bright red coat and unwrapped my present.
She wasn’t quite naked underneath but it was close. A lacy red bra held up lovely breasts. Red hearts stickers covered her skin. Matching red lace panties covered her sex. More heart stickers covered her thighs.
I hooked my fingers in her panties. My Valentine shuddered. I pulled on her panties and peeked. She was shaved and it looked recent. Lovely.
Wait, what was that on her hip? A small tattoo of a dolphin riding a rainbow adorned her skin. It was a good thing she was blind or else she would have seen me smile.
I knew that dolphin. This was Katie. She was in my wife’s book club. I followed her on Facebook. We had mad met several times at parties and vacations. I had seen this coat in pictures on social media. I had no idea she felt this way.
Well, I had a little suspicion, but just a little. I wonder what her husband thought of this. Or does he even know?
Yeah, not my problem.
I took my Valentine by the hand. “Come on in,” I said, “And mind the step.”
We left her coat by the kitchen door. Her bra I left on the counter. She kept her panties on as I ate her out on the living room couch but took them off before fucking her on the ottoman. Later, she rode me while I squeezed her throat.
It was a good start to a lovely day.