The Valentine’s Day Triple Play
Copyright© 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - “As Cyn would say, in her crude, blunt manner, you had me in all three holes in one day.” And it's one hell of a day! Join Story Freya as she explores sucking, fucking, and anal sex on Valentine's Day. This story has been described by many readers as my best one yet! I will say that the sex per page ratio is MASSIVE! There's a lot crammed into this one! Grab it while it’s hot!! One chapter posted per week. eBook available over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Cream Pie First Oral Sex Petting
Alex watched her go with a full boner still sticking out of his undies. ‘Man, she is an amazing wife,’ he thought to himself as he got out of bed.
When Alex walked into the kitchen, Freya was setting the table wearing only a short red and white checked apron that barely covered her breasts on top and her pussy on the bottom.
“Casual dress Sunday?” He asked with a smile.
“I thought you’d appreciate being served a Valentine’s Day breakfast by your hot, nude wife,” she replied. “Now, sit down. I cut up some fruit for you and the coffee is almost ready.”
Breakfast was a feast. In addition to fresh fruit, Freya had fried up some bacon, scrambled eggs, and heart-shaped pancakes. Well, sort of heart-shaped pancakes. She found it trickier than she had expected to make anything other than blob-shaped pancakes, but she had tried!
“Sorry about the pancakes,” she apologized. “They were supposed to be hearts. It’s really hard to make shapes with a spoon and drippy batter.”
Alex’s erection had gone down after Freya left the bedroom, but it had returned in full force watching her ass move as she made breakfast. And because of the boner in his pants, he wasn’t very concerned with pancake artistry. “Oh, they’re fine,” he told her.
As they chatted lightly over breakfast, Alex couldn’t help but get the feeling that Freya was up to something. There was nothing specific that made him suspect anything, just some of her comments and some of her body language told him that she was harboring some sort of secret. She did like surprises, both giving and receiving them. And at the very beginnings of their courtship, he had quickly discovered how much she liked to plan things out, rarely leaving anything to chance.
And, of course, at this point, he could read her pretty well. She was definitely up to something.
But he had a little surprise of his own for her.
Eager to get the day going, Alex got up and started to clear the table. “Honey, everything was delicious.”
As he reached for Freya’s plate and silverware, she playfully grabbed his still stiff dick through his pajama pants. “This is delicious!” she told him.
“Hey, come on!” Alex said as he batted her hand away. “Let me clear the table!”
“You know, you could clear the table after you fuck me,” she informed him.
“Uh-huh.” Dismissing her comment, he continued collecting the dishes.
“Ugh! Fine. I’ll help.” Freya started to get up.
“No. You cooked. I’ll just put everything in the sink and wash up later.”
After the table was cleared, Alex told Freya, “I’ll be right back. I have something for you.”
“Ohh!” Freya excitedly exclaimed and clapped her hands.
Alex left the kitchen and was back a minute later with a card and a small box wrapped in pink tissue paper.