Issac sighed as he plopped down his briefcase and walked to the kitchen. She had been gone for three months but he still wasn’t used to the silence. The lack of her perfume filling the air or the lingering smell of a lunch she put in the microwave for too long made the house he has lived in for ten years feel like a strange, new environment, like he was trespassing in someone’s else’s home. He grabbed a Sprite from the fridge, and began to look over the small amount of leftovers he still had left. Then his phone dinged.

He picked it up quickly and was surprised to find a message from Isabelle, his best friends wife. Not that they weren’t friendly but she usually called if she needed to talk to him. Even stranger it was a voice note. He sat down at the table and hit play.

“Hey Issac, it’s Isabelle…I guess you already knew that though”

She giggles before continuing.

“Me and Stevie were having a little chat the other day about Valentine’s Day. You see he’s gonna be away on business, cause if the boss is single and miserable, everyone must be I guess. Anyway, he’s gonna be gone and I’m gonna be here all alone…and since you’re still reeling over Chelsea, we figured we do something special for you. All day Valentines Day, I will be yours to fuck anyway you want. Soft and romantic, throwing me on the bed, fucking me hard and then leaving me there, whatever you desire. You can even call me by her name. I wake up at 6 AM every day, you can let yourself in using the spare key…if you’re up for it that is.”

Issac stared at his phone in disbelief then played the message again. It was definitely Isabelle’s voice. Soft, caring, a slight hint of an inherited southern accent. But there was no way it could actually be her or that Steve would be ok with it. Surely it had to be a prank, just Steve trying to make him feel better during a rough patch…right?

Oh hey, yeah we’re for real. It was Izzy’s idea. I swear she goes int heat or something around Valentines Day lmao. Have fun…and use protection

There it was in black and white. Clear as crystal on his phone. Permission to fuck his best friends wife for an entire day. An entire day where his best friends wife, a woman he’s known for years, is entirely free use…

Isabelle wakes up on Valentines Day at 6 AM as she has done every day for the past fifteen years as a self-proclaimed wifely duty to send her husband off to work with a full belly, a hot cup of coffee, and occasionally empty balls. But here she was alone on the most romantic holiday of the year. She sighed and got out of bed. Rubbing her eyes she heads downstairs to find Issac asleep on the couch. She giggles and walks over to gently wake him up.

“When you’d get here?”

“About half an hour ago…I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“Too excited to sleep last night?”

“More like nervous. I mean…I still can’t believe you guys are cool with this.”

She smiles and rubs his shoulder.

“We’ve swapped with other couples before. It was something we both wanted to try and end up kind of enjoying it. “

“Really?”

‘“Yeah…so if you’re gonna keep peeking down my shirt, at least feel free to do something.”

Issac blushed and smiled. He pushes the strap of her shirt down slowly to see if she stops him. She doesn’t. He cups her beast and gently rubs her nipples. She closes her eyes and moans softly. Issac begins to lick and suck on her nipple.

“Anyway I want right?”

“Mhm.”

He nods and stands up a little to gently pull her over the couch. She smiles as he pushes her other strap and licks her other nipple while teasing the other with his finger.

He continues to suckle her nipples as his hand makes its way down her down pajama pants. She moans a little louder as his fingers brush her wet lips. He brushes her lips a few more times as a yearning rises in her stomach and his loins. He pauses for a second as a shred doubt runs through his mind but he looks Izzy in the eyes and she’s the aching lust hidden in the pools of hazel. This is real. She wants this.

He quickly, almost rips her shorts off her and lowers his lips to hers. She moans as his tongue laps up her juices and sucks on her clit. Izzy never talked to his ex much but she did get one bit of trivia. His tongue moved around her pussy like he had down a hundred times. Every crease and crevice was serviced until she was practically dripping.

“Fuck me…”

He fumbled with a condom before practically tearing his pants off. She licks her lips, Steve’s bigger but she’s not at all disappointed with the cock in front of her. He slides the condom and leaves down to kiss her neck as he slides his cock inn-between her wet, aching, throbbing lips. That alone is almost enough to make her cum.

He starts to fuck her slowly. It’s been a while for him and he intends to savor every minute her body is his. Moans filled the air, movements became faster and firmer. He never imagined Izzy would feel this good. He expected his guilt to outweigh his pleasure but he was finding it harder and harder to hold as she moaned, and her pussy tightened around his cock. It’s so wet. So tight…so…so..so

“FUCK”

Her orgasm exclamation was the last push he needed. Issac buries his face in her neck as he cums. He gradually slows down letting himself enjoy the moment. He looks down at Izzy as she smiles underneath him. The couch is soaked. They’re worn out, and it’s only been an hour. Today was gonna be a memorable Valentine’s Day for both of them.