A Valentine's Gift
by Sandra Alek
Copyright© 2026 by Sandra Alek
Erotica Sex Story: On Valentine's Day, neglected wife Mary comforts heartbroken coworker Alan in the empty office, turning sympathy into intense, passionate sex. She returns home to her oblivious husband, uses the "sex-scented" office perfume as cover, and reignites their marriage with explosive intimacy—secretly satisfied by serving both men perfectly that day.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Oral Sex AI Generated .
“Well, how do I look?” Mary asked, checking her reflection in the mirror. Her long, tanned legs were showcased by a short, plaid skirt that hit well above mid-thigh. A light white crop top, ending three finger-widths above her navel, hugged her curves. Her eyes were perfectly lined, her lips lightly tinted. Everything was tasteful, maybe a bit bolder than usual, but it was Valentine’s Day, after all!
Her husband answered without looking up from the TV. “Best as always.”
“You didn’t even look!” she snapped.
He threw her a quick glance and confirmed, “Gorgeous.”
She shrugged, grabbed her purse, and headed out. Did he even notice I’m not wearing a bra? the thought flashed through her mind. Or does he just not care anymore?
In the subway, a young couple was kissing right in front of her, oblivious to the world.
That’s how a day like this should start, she sighed. Actually, that’s how every day should start.
Despite the early hour, the sun was already beating down, and the five-minute walk to the office was enough to make her break a light sweat.
Mary stepped into the office at 8:55 am and winced as a chorus of voices erupted:
“Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Happy V-Day!”
The blast of cold air from the AC hit her skin like a whip. Goosebumps prickled her flesh, and her nipples hardened instantly, straining against the thin fabric of her top.
As the shouting died down, she peeked through one eye, tossed her bag onto her desk, and threw her arms wide.
“Happy Valentine’s, guys!”
Sue, a bubbly, plus-sized girl wearing an oversized men’s white shirt and denim cut-offs, was the first to rush over. She hugged Mary, kissed her on the cheek, then pulled back to whisper with a playful wink:
“You look like sin personified. Alan literally spilled his coffee when he saw you walk in.”
Mary laughed, wagging a finger at her friend. “Shame on you!” she teased, but a pleasant warmth spread through her chest.
Next came Jill, tall and perpetually smiling. She kissed Mary’s cheek and whispered, “If we were in a bar, that’s not how I’d be kissing you.”
“Stop it!” Mary huffed, hugging her back.
Finally, Alan approached. Tall, broad-shouldered, with blue eyes so deep they made her knees weak. He handed her a steaming cup of coffee. “Morning. You look better than Marilyn Monroe.”
His eyes hungrily took in her figure, lingering on her chest. Their fingers brushed as she took the cup. A shiver ran down her spine, and her breath hitched for a second.
“Hey,” she replied, her voice unexpectedly husky. She looked into his bottomless eyes and took a gamble: “Wanna hit a bar after work? Grab a drink, celebrate a little?”
He touched her elbow. “I can’t tonight. I’m taking Kat to dinner, then the opera, then back to my place.” He pulled a black suede box from his pocket and flicked it open to reveal a ring. “I’m proposing.”
Mary felt a sharp sting in her heart. She licked her dry lips and forced a smile. “Congratulations! I hope you guys have an amazing time.”
The office door swung open, and the boss burst in, a wide grin on his face and a large gift bag in his hand.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I wish you all deep love and sweet dreams! And to help the celebrations along, the firm has a gift for all the ladies—perfume with the scent of a real holiday. Consider it a gift for your loved ones. But be careful; the scent is quite ... provocative!”
He handed out the bottles one by one, then pulled a bottle of champagne from the bag.
“And this is to celebrate! Today is a short day. Just close out your current contracts, and that’s it. You’re free to run off to your boyfriends and husbands. I’m out of here—see you tomorrow!”
Everyone cheered; it was a generous offer. As soon as he left, Jill sniffed her perfume and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
“Holy ... it literally smells like sex! Like someone was just getting it on right here.”
Mary opened her own bottle, leaned in, and gasped. The scent was more than provocative—it was carnal. Sue snapped her fingers.
“Oh, I am definitely going to have some fun with my guy tonight!”
Alan clapped his hands and announced loudly, “Champagne first, then work! The sooner we start, the sooner we’re done!”
“Already rushing off to your Kat?” Jill smirked. “Aren’t you the hot-blooded one!”
They raised their glasses. “To Saint Valentine! To everyone in love!”
Computers hummed to life. Mary went to print the first agreement of the day, but the printer jammed. She leaned over to pull out the crumpled sheet of paper. Hearing Jill’s giggle, she turned and caught Alan’s gaze—it was pinned to her skirt, which had pulled tight and ridden up almost indecently high as she bent over.
She didn’t bother to fix it. If my husband doesn’t care, let someone at least enjoy the view, she thought.
Alan’s eyes moved to her face.
“Need a hand?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he stepped closer, leaning over her to open the printer tray. For a fleeting second, his crotch pressed against her backside. His breath, laced with the scent of warm skin and champagne, brushed against her neck.
Mary froze, feeling a flush of heat wash over her face.
“You two make a lovely picture,” Jill cooed.
Alan pulled the paper out, set it on the desk, and walked back to his station without a word. Mary shot an admonishing look at her friend.
Jill just shrugged. “Sometimes you have to allow yourself a little variety. Otherwise, life gets way too boring.”
It was hard to disagree, but Mary wasn’t about to argue in front of everyone. She simply sent the contract to print again.
Sue was the first to finish. She stood up and stretched her arms.
“I love you all, guys! Hope you finish up fast and get to celebrating. I’m out—Mike’s waiting for me.”
As she grabbed her purse and left, Mary felt a pang of envy. Everyone had someone waiting, while she ... David would be home, sure. But he wasn’t waiting for her; he was likely just waiting for his show to start.
Jill was next. She shut down her computer with a broad smile.
“Well, I’m free! Bye everyone!” She skipped over to Mary, kissed her cheek, then did the same to Alan before vanishing out the door.
About thirty minutes later, Alan finished too.
“Mary, how are you doing? Want me to wait for you?” he asked, shutting down his screen.
She shook her head, feeling a cold chill of either envy or jealousy. “Go on. Your beautiful girl is waiting.”
He walked over, squeezed her shoulder, and smiled. “Don’t stay too late either. You’ve got a husband at home.”
She managed a smirk. “I remember. I’m almost done. Go to your girl. Don’t keep her waiting on a night like this.”
He gave a playful bow and slipped out, quietly closing the door behind him. Mary watched him go and sighed. Shortly after, she sent her last email, turned off her computer, and stretched.
Work was done. Time to go home and “celebrate.” She gave a crooked grin. If my husband isn’t asleep or watching football, anyway. At least she had one consolation: the scent of real sex in a bottle.
She tucked the perfume into her purse, looked around the empty office, and headed for the door.
Near the elevator bank, Alan was sitting on the floor, his face like stone. His vacant gaze was fixed on the opposite wall. His phone lay on the floor beside him.
Mary’s heart skipped. Worried, she stepped closer and tilted her head. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t move. Only the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest proved he was still alive. Mary knelt beside him, looked into his eyes, and flinched at the hollow void she saw there.
She shook his shoulder. “Hey, Alan! What happened?!”
“It’s over. She ... it’s all over.”
There was so much raw pain in his voice that Mary’s heart wrenched.
“Who? What’s over?” she asked, stroking his hand.
“Everything. Kat’s gone.” He fixed a sightless stare on her that sent shivers down her spine. “She left. For good. She left me.”
Mary felt a chill in her stomach. He was clearly in shock. She had to do something—distract him, bring him back to his senses.
“I don’t know what to do now ... I’m going to do something to myself...”
Mary froze in horror. She couldn’t leave him alone like this. He needed saving. Should she call someone? 911? Who could help? Family? Friends? Am I not his friend? What can I even do for him?
At the very least, she could comfort him, support him, distract him. Let him talk it out. That always helped. She could call someone later. She licked her lips, thinking, and finally made her move.
“Get up. Let’s go back into the office. We’ll talk there.”
She picked up his phone, took him by the hand, and led him back. He followed like a rag doll, offering no resistance, his will completely gone. Once the office doors closed behind them, she sat him down, kept her hand on his shoulder, and looked deep into his eyes.
“Now tell me. Just talk, Alan. Talk until it feels better.”
“She’s gone. Kat is gone,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
The agony in his words pierced Mary’s heart. Instinctively, she pulled his head to her chest with her left hand, while her right began to stroke his hair.
“There, there. These things happen. You’ll find someone else. There are so many women out there, and if she left you like this, she wasn’t worth it,” she murmured. She could feel his hot breath burning through her top against her skin. A surge of heat raced through her body, a sweet trembling settling in her stomach and legs.
He remained silent, occasionally shifting his head as if trying to get comfortable. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, while his other hand found the arm she had draped over him. His breathing, which had been jagged like a sob, began to grow deeper and calmer.
Mary pulled him even closer. “That’s it. See? It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice turning unexpectedly husky.
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