Valentine's Day Fantasy

"Yes!.... Yes!... Yes!.... Oh shit, eat me, Uncle Walter!" she pleaded.

Adam continued to lap away with his tongue, alternating between her clit, vagina, and bum hole, teasing Caitlyn as he licked and probed. Caitlyn's hips were squirming around as she tried to get Adam to focus on one spot and drive her over the edge. Eventually he did just that, focusing on her clit; he flicked his tongue quickly over the little hard bud and Caitlyn wailed as her climax exploded.

As Caitlyn collapsed down onto the bed, Adam stood and again just moving her thong aside, eased the head of his cock into her hot wet hole. As he felt the head of his cock plop in, he just eased his weight forward, amazed at how wet and slippery Caitlyn's pussy was as his whole length slid home effortlessly.

"Uncle Walter is going to fill you with his spunk now!" described Adam, as he withdrew, but then pulled Caitlyn's hips back onto his cock. Pushing and pulling Caitlyn off and on his cock, Adam then began to fuck her.

Caitlyn slid around on the silky covers of the four-poster, as Adam fucked her quivering cunt, and the sensation of the fine material on her nipples just added to the fire that was again building within her body. She was going to come again, and quickly.

"Yes, Uncle Walter, fuck my pussy! Fill me with your spunk!" squealed Caitlyn, as she began to push back harder to meet Adam's thrusts.

"I'm cumming Uncle Walter! I'm cumming!" she moaned, as she felt her pleasure peak, then wash over her.

Adam, who had been bursting to fuck his new wife for several hours, felt Caitlyn's pussy begin to squeeze his cock as she orgasmed, and with a howl, he came too, filling her pussy with his spunk.

Adam collapsed down on to the bed beside Caitlyn and the two kissed passionately as they slowly recovered from their exertions.

Their marriage now consummated, the pair finished undressing and headed into the massive en-suite where they showered together in the large walk-in shower, before lovingly towelling each other dry and cuddling up in bed.

***

Over the next year, Caitlyn's fantasy for older men resurfaced a few more times, particularly if the pair had been out for dinner and saw someone that fitted the bill, they could then fantasize about them as they fucked.

Now, they were celebrating their first wedding anniversary, on Valentine's Day.

Caitlyn had been out of town for the four days leading up, attending a Medical Conference in Chicago. It had gone really well, and while there, she had managed to slip away for a couple of hours to try to find a new dress to wear, and surprise Adam.

Rather than head to the big Department Stores, Caitlyn found a small boutique store and went in for a look. She was gobsmacked with what she found, beautiful haute couture gowns, in fantastic colours and fabrics, and at a fraction of the cost of the bigger stores. When a sales assistant approached her, Caitlyn explained what she was looking for, and within minutes, the assistant had produced three or four dresses for Caitlyn to try on.

All the garments had fitted her like a glove, but one really took her eye, and she knew Adam would like it. It was going to be her 'little black number', made of the softest silk. As she slipped it on, it cradled her breasts tenderly, even though she had her half-cup bra on. It also reached just an inch or two below her crotch, but the ingenuous addition was four inches of lace on the bottom that meant that it ended half-way down her thighs, leaving her covered, but not much left to the imagination.

Caitlyn stepped out of the changing room to ask for the assistant's thoughts, already knowing this was the dress she wanted. However, the assistant was quick to offer a couple pieces of advice.

"I think it would look better without a bra," she suggested, "I think any bra is going to show through the fabric, and the additional straps, would spoil the look."

Caitlyn looked down at her fabulous breasts and could see she had a point. Even though she had on her smallest and laciest bra, it was plainly evident through the silky material. She thought about how obvious her erect nipples would become but then smiled, 'What the hell!' she thought.

"Can I also suggest that you wear a pair of stay-ups, with lacy tops. We have some at the counter you might like to see?" the assistant also suggested, "The lace of the dress and your stockings will add to the delight!"

Again, Caitlyn thought this was a fabulous idea, she could see how this would all fit together, and her pussy tingled as she thought of what Adam would do when he saw her.

As she stood at the cash desk about to pay for her items, her eyes suddenly spotted a pair of patent black roman style sandals with a three-inch kitten heel. They looked gorgeous.

"Have you got these in an eight?" she enquired, pointing at the sandals.

"Oh yes, I think so," replied the assistant, and off she went, returning a minute or so later with a box. Caitlyn sat and tried them on. They felt great, and she could picture just how they would make her long legs look even longer and complete her new outfit perfectly.

Caitlyn was on a high for the rest of the conference and couldn't wait for it to finish. She was sitting at the airport, waiting to board her flight back home when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Adam.

Hi Babe, have booked us into Jacksons, we have a suite see you at seven. XXXX

Caitlyn's heart skipped a beat. Jacksons was a fabulous boutique hotel in the centre of the city with a highly recommended French Restaurant, and they had often talked of spending a night there to try it out. Now Adam had arranged it for their anniversary.

Climbing out of the taxi, in front of the modest entrance to the hotel, Caitlyn was a little bemused. But, once she stepped inside, to be met by the opulence of the interior, she was blown away. At once a Porter was at her side to take her few small travel bags and escort her to the reception desk. Signing-in was a formality and her Porter had her whisked up to their sixth-floor suite.

On being ushered into their room, Caitlyn's jaw dropped again. Their huge room contained a massive king-sized bed as its centrepiece with stylish sofas, chairs and dressing tables scattered around the walls. It also had a huge bathroom, more of a wet room, with a huge walk-in shower, and a sunken bath that Caitlyn was sure could easily fit four!

Sitting on the dressing table was a bottle of Champagne and two glasses as well as two envelopes. The Porter aske if she wanted the bottle opened but Caitlyn declined explaining that they would open in later once her husband had arrived.

With the porter then gone Caitlyn opened the two envelopes to discover that they contained an Anniversary card, and a Valentines card from Adam, and she smiled and gave them a little kiss before standing them up. Adam would get a proper kiss for them when he arrived.

It was already almost six, and Adam had said that he would meet her in the bar at seven so they could eat. She had to get ready.

Stripping off her business suit, she stepped into the huge shower and soaped down her body, breathing in the musky aroma of the scented soap the hotel had supplied. Quickly drying her hair, and allowing her natural curl to shape it, she began to get dressed.

It wasn't going to take long.

Carefully she eased her long legs into her sheer black stay-ups, loving the silky feel on her legs, and the way they gripped her thighs. She could feel her pussy moisten at the thought of wrapping them round Adam's waist as they fucked.

Next, she put on her sandals. Lacing them up round her calves, the thin shiny black straps that criss-crossed her flesh added a sense of bondage to her outfit.

That only left her dress to slip on.

Having taken the store assistants advice to forego a bra, she had also wickedly decided to 'go commando' as well.

As the soft, silky material caressed her body as she slipped her dress on, Caitlyn shivered. She had the sensation of being naked, although 'fully' clothed. She glanced down at her breasts, although she needn't have bothered, she knew full well that her erect nipples were showing prominently through the silky material, and she grinned.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirrors that made up the doors of the large wardrobe in the bedroom. She liked what she saw, and she knew Adam would too.

It was ten minutes to seven, nearly time to head downstairs, when suddenly her phone buzzed. Caitlyn's heart skipped a beat as she expected it to say that Adam was waiting downstairs for her.

Unfortunately, her heart fell, as it actually explained that Adam had been delayed, due to the very high-profile case his firm was working on. He hoped to be with her soon, but she should just go down and he would join her as soon as possible. Adam also asked that she put a room card behind the desk so that he could freshen up before joining her.

A little disheartened, Caitlyn picked up her small clutch bag and headed down to the bar. She would have a drink at least while she waited, and hopefully Adam would not be too long.

As she stepped out of the lift into the small lobby the hairs pricked up on Caitlyn's neck and she slowly looked round to find nearly everyone looking at her, in silence.

Caitlyn blushed slightly, embarrassed, but also elated that her appearance had caused the reaction she had hoped for. She walked up to the desk and handed over the card, explaining that Adam should be along soon to pick it up, then headed through to the dimly lit but very stylish bar.

Again, Caitlyn ordered her usual white wine and soda and perched herself up on one of the bar stools, crossing her legs as she sat. As she did, she could feel the hem of her dress rising up her thigh, but as she looked down, she smiled as she realised that the lace of her dress and stay-ups mingled, making it difficult to discern where one stopped and the other started. She said a small 'thank you' to the store assistant, as she began to relax.

As she slowly sipped her wine, Caitlyn thought of the great times she had shared with Adam in the past year and hoped for more of the same in the future, her mind wandering oblivious of what was going on around her.

As she was finishing her drink, a deep velvety voice nearby suddenly brought her back to her senses.

"And another for my beautiful companion here," came the warm rich masculine voice.

"Certainly, Monsieur Phillippe, the lady is drinking white wine and soda," came the reply from the barman.

Caitlyn turned and found herself looking at a very handsome older man. His shock of grey hair and craggy features added a sense of strength, coupled with his obviously expensive suit, indicated considerable wealth.

However, it was his brilliant smile and twinkling eyes that had Caitlyn struggling for breath, feeling her heart begin to race, her pussy to moisten, and although she dared not look, she was sure her nipples were rock hard.

"Monsieur Phillippe?...... You are French?.... Your accent?...," stammered Caitlyn, as she tried to get herself back under control.

"Enchante Madamoiselle!" replied the man, "I am Phillippe Boittel, pleased to meet you!"

"Sorry!..... Caitlyn.... Caitlyn Fleischman,, and it's Madam" Caitlyn responded, blushing slightly as she indicated to her wedding ring.

"Yes, you are right, Caitlyn," replied Phillippe, "I am French, but I have lived in New York for most of my life, the accent is long gone!"

"Your drink, Sir," interjected the barman, as he placed a large cut glass tumbler, holding a dark amber liquid, on the mat in front of Phillippe.

"And for Madam.." as he placed a new glass in front of Caitlyn.

"What wine did you use?" Phillippe asked the barman, as he was about to move on.

"The Californian Chardonnay, Sir," came the reply.

"Mmmmm, I think we can do better than that,.." suggested Phillippe, "Have you still got the Muscadet?" he enquired.

"Yes Sir, we do," was the barman's immediate response.

"We'll have a wine and soda with the Muscadet then," suggested Phillippe.

"I'm afraid we don't sell the Muscadet by the glass Sir," apologised the barman.

"Well, I'll take a bottle then, just add it to my account!" retorted Phillippe, obviously beginning to become exasperated.

"Certainly Sir, straight away!" gushed the barman, as he rushed off to prepare Caitlyn's new drink.

"So sorry Caitlyn, but I hope you will enjoy the difference," responded Phillippe, turning back to address Caitlyn, who was watching him intently. The squirming had started, and Caitlyn could feel her pussy warm and moisten. How she wished she had put a thong on now.

"So, Madam Caitlyn, ou est Monsieur?" queried Phillippe, in a thick French accent, a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

Caitlyn giggled and was about to respond when her phone buzzed again. Hoping that it was Adam, she excused herself and took the text message.

It was from Adam, but, as she read it her shoulders dropped. Phillippe noticed.

"Bad news?" he suggested.

Caitlyn slid the phone across in front of him and he read the message

Hi Honey, going 2 B delayed. Have to get def sorted 2night could be 2 h yet. Eat, see you soon. Love A xx

Phillippe slid the phone back but remained quiet; he could tell that Caitlyn was disappointed.

"Monsieur has been delayed," Caitlyn eventually murmured.

"Well Caitlyn, let me propose something terribly inappropriate," began Phillippe, as the twinkle disappeared to be replaced by a different type of look, "We both have reservations in this excellent restaurant, so allow me to be Monsieur, at least for the next couple of hours. Let me be your Valentine's Date, or Fantasy," he added cheekily.

Caitlyn felt her chest tighten, and her heart rate shot up. Again, she didn't need to check but was sure that her nipples had hardened. But she felt safe, they would be in the restaurant, and he could be just the man to fuel an evening's passion, when Adam did turn up.

Caitlyn was just about to reply when the barman appeared with her new drink.

"Madam, your Muscadet and soda," he interrupted.

"Ah hah! Now try this," suggested Phillippe, watching intently as Caitlyn picked up the glass gave a small sniff then took a small sip.

The difference in taste was exquisite and Caitlyn loved the sharpness and the grassiness of this new drink, it was so different from the sweet blandness of the Chardonnay.

"Ooooh! That's lovely!" she purred, as she took a second sip.

Phillippe grinned back; he knew what was going to come next as well.

"Please put the bottle on Monsieur Phillippe's table, I will be dining with him tonight," instructed Caitlyn, before she took another sip, her eyes never leaving those of the handsome stranger.

Phillippe offered his hand to Caitlyn.

"Shall we go through my Dear, I do believe my table is already prepared," suggested Phillippe.

Caitlyn took his hand turning towards him, uncrossed her legs, and slid off the stool. Phillippe made no effort to hide his gaze, as his eyes focused on the darkest recesses of Caitlyn's crotch, hoping for a glimpse of what lay beneath the silk and lace. Blushing as she watched him look, Caitlyn didn't really care whether he saw anything or not, she was hungry, and her pussy throbbed.

Phillippe conducted her through to his table, his hand applying gentle pressure to guide her, and send tingles up and down Caitlyn's spine. She could almost feel her pussy begin to salivate.

Sitting at their table, Caitlyn, had begun to squirm in her seat again, as the couple perused their menus. Caitlyn would quite happily have started at the top and worked her way down. Eventually, she made a decision and looked up to find Phillippe looking at her interestingly.

Just at that moment, their waiter appeared to take their order.

Before Caitlyn could say anything, Phillippe interrupted.

"May I choose for you, my Dear?"

Caitlyn was intrigued, but nodded, and was then completely flabbergasted as Phillippe chose the same dishes she was going to order. She looked at him incredulously, as he then ordered the same for himself.

"A very good choice! Don't you think?" he responded, smiling broadly.

"But how did you know?" questioned Caitlyn.

"I didn't," Phillippe replied, "It was just what I thought you might enjoy most."

The couple then chatted away innocently, well almost innocently, perhaps slightly flirtatious, with Phillippe doing most of the questioning and probing, but proving to be a very good listener as well. As Caitlyn sat there responding, becoming more and more attracted to this attractive, strong man, she found her thinking that this must be exactly how Uncle Harry had 'ensnared' his young girlfriends, and she became more and more aroused.

Before they knew it, they had devoured their excellent meal and polished off the remainder of Phillippe's bottle of Muscadet, without any soda. Caitlyn had even forgotten about Adam's expected appearance. Checking her phone, Caitlyn discovered another text from Adam that they had obviously missed as they had eaten. It simply stated that Adam was going to be about another hour before he thought he could get away.

However, unbeknown to Caitlyn, Adam had finished up earlier than expected, but in his haste to get back to their hotel, he hadn't realised that a later text saying he was now on his way hadn't sent. Right at that moment, Adam was less than a block away and rushing to get there and celebrate what was left of their anniversary. He knew he would be repaying this for some time to come.

As he hurried into the lobby, he headed straight to the reception desk to pick up the card he hoped Caitlyn had left for him.

"Your wife is having Dinner with M. Boittel in the restaurant," explained the helpful receptionist as she handed it over.

Adam tried not to show his bemusement at this but smiled politely and thanked the young woman. He pondered for a moment, should he go and get freshened up, or should he go and let Caitlyn know he had arrived. He chose the latter.

As he was about to enter the restaurant, he stopped. He could see Caitlyn, and his heart pounded, she looked stunning. Immediately, he noticed the new dress, and the sandals, she looked as hot as hell.

Then he looked a little more closely at M. Boittel, and he could see why Caitlyn was behaving in the way she was. She was turned on, even more so, she looked horny as hell. Adam's mind flashed back to Gerald and had no doubt that the same was happening. He grinned broadly; they were going to have a good night tonight.

Caitlyn was sitting there thinking that she should part company with Phillippe, but something was also telling her that she was desperate for this to continue. Phillippe could sense the confusion in the young woman's mind and decided to try to resolve her dilemma.

Slowly, reaching over the table, Phillippe brushed the back of his fingers over Caitlyn's left breast, as if brushing away a crumb, or piece of fluff. But the result was electric, for both Caitlyn and Adam.

Adam gasped as he stood in the doorway. Had he seen right? Did the man just 'casually' brush his wife's breast? The look on Caitlyn's face gave him his answer. And his cock was rock hard in seconds.

For Caitlyn, it was as if someone has flicked a switch, and a million volts had just flashed through her body. The touch had been so soft, but so deliberate, and so arousing, and her mind was so screwed up that she wasn't sure if she had actually orgasmed or not. She sat there stunned, hoping Phillippe would make the next move. She didn't have to wait long.

"Shall we retire?" suggested Phillippe in his deep voice. Caitlyn just slowly nodded, as if in a trance.

Phillippe smiled lustfully at the young woman as she made to stand. Placing his hand on hers, he made her remain seated.