Valentine's Day wasn't for everybody. The flowers, hearts, and chocolate caused nausea in some, but for others, it was their favorite time of the year. That was especially true for our first couple today.

Alexa's pretty crystal-blue eyes fluttered open the morning of February fourteenth - her favorite day of the month behind maybe Christmas and her wedding anniversary. She reached above her head, stretching her back and arms to chase away the dreariness that hung over her after waking up recently. Her excitement about the holiday almost kept her up all night, but she managed to calm down enough to catch a few hours of sleep so she wasn't exhausted throughout the day.

Alexa looked over at her sound asleep husband. She kissed her fingertips and ruffled them through his hair. Her lover groaned in his sleep and pulled the quilt over his head.

"Dean," Alexa called out in a hushed, singsongy voice. "Time to wake up, my love."

"I'm sleeping!" Dean yelled playfully into his pillow.

Alexa rolled her eyes, but she knew she couldn't stay mad at her husband. She was a morning person, but Dean was not... unless waking up early came with certain "perks". The giggly blonde reached her hand under the blanket, snaking her fingers to the part of her husband that she knew would bring his full attention to her. Alexa found the organ she craved, gripped it loosely, and gave it a few quick, loose strokes.

Dean uncovered his face. "Why do you insist on using sex against me?" He asked, smiling as his wife giggled.

"Just wanted to wake you up properly," Alexa said, steadily moving her left hand up and down.

Dean watched the outline of his wife's arm move up and down. His entire day yesterday was spent decorating the house, baking cookies, and double-checking to make sure his dinner reservations were still locked in. Alexa knew he'd made reservations somewhere, but Dean never told her which restaurant he picked to keep her excited and guessing.

Dean sighed quietly. "I'm awake, baby. Trust me."

Alexa pulled back the quilt and swung her legs over her husband's waist. She gently pushed her lips against his, easing herself back on his stiff penis. She moaned into the kiss, then pushed her tongue between Dean's lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," Alexa whispered, slowly gyrating her hips against Dean's.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," Dean muttered back, focusing his energy on giving his wife a proper start to her favorite holiday.

Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, recently divorced and halfway into a bottle of wine, bitterly flipped through Netflix in frustrated hopes of finding a suggested film that wasn't dedicated to love, sex, or this retched holiday that only existed to make Hallmark and Hershey filthy rich. She sighed, giving up hope after surfing the app. She sipped at her red wine and shook her head.

"I hate this damn day," Stephanie growled. Ever since her ex-husband left her for a younger woman, she hated anything to do with romance. This was her first Valentine's alone and she wasn't taking it very well. She called her brother to see if he would talk with her for a bit, but he had to hang up prematurely to go to dinner with his wife.

On top of her loneliness, she couldn't remember the last time she got off. It was some half-assed attempt from her ex to save the relationship, but he always finished before she had any hope of enjoying herself. She bought a vibrating plastic toy online to satiate her needs, but it wasn't set to arrive for a few more days.

Stephanie got up to fetch more wine. As she finished off the bottle, the doorbell rang. She rolled her eyes and headed for the door.

"Good afternoon, Ms. McMahon," the DoorDash delivery boy said with a prideful grin on his clean-shaven face. "You're looking as lovely as ever."

Stephanie smiled for the first time that day. "Sammy. Good to see you again. It seems like they keep sending you to me every time I order my sushi."

"Well, I offer," Sammy admitted with a shrug. "You're real sweet and nice to talk to."

Stephanie sounded a single, loud laugh. "Oh, you are too much. Always trying to work me for a tip."

"No way, ma'am. You are my favorite regular," Sammy said.

Stephanie narrowed her eyes as an idea popped into her head. "Actually, I'll go grab your tip. Why don't you come in and make yourself comfortable? I'll be back in a minute."

Sammy shrugged and nodded. While Stephanie left the room, Sammy made his way into the living room and sat on the couch. He wasn't sure how long a "minute" was supposed to be, but he wasn't really in any hurry anyway.

Sammy heard footsteps behind him. He turned to greet his customer, but his voice died in his throat. Stephanie, a proud smirk on her lips, sauntered into the living room in a one-piece black lace teddy that barely hid her massive chest.

"Holy shit..." Sammy mumbled.

"Glad you like what you see, my good sir," Stephanie settled in front of Sammy, resting her hands on her hips. "Are you ready for your tip?"

Sammy nodded excitedly, unable to put it into words. Stephanie lowered onto her knees, undid Sammy's belt, then freed his limp cock from his boxers and curled her lips around him.

"Oh, holy shit," Sammy breathed with a chuckle. "I knew you were a MILF, Ms. McMahon... I didn't know you were DTF..."

"Hush, please," Stephanie purred, then slipped her tongue under Sammy's hardening cock.

After several minutes of mind-numbing glory, Sammy's fingers curled in Steph's hair. Ms. McMahon moaned deeply when the salty load spilled over her tongue and trickled down her throat. A chuckle did escape when several spurts followed and nearly caused her to choke. Steph licked up all she could and swallowed her work.

"Wow..." Sammy muttered, fastening his belt and putting himself away.

"Keep coming by and there'll be more where that came from," Steph flirted with a wink.

Sammy nodded. He almost didn't want to go back to work, but he got to his feet when an order came on his phone. Steph sent the bewildered delivery boy away with a kiss on his cheek and a feathering hand over his crotch. Sammy chuckled goofily and hurried from the house. Steph licked her lips and picked up her phone. She requested another delivery for a few hours from now.

"That should give him enough time to recover," Stephanie thought with a smile, hoping the next time Sammy stopped by would be far more physical.

Our last story sees Charlotte Flair, nervously fidgeting in her seat at an Italian restaurant for her Valentine's dinner.

The waiter approached the table once again. "Are you ready to order, ma'am?" He asked calmly.

Charlotte nodded. "Just waiting for my girlfriend to come back; She ran to the bathroom quick."

The waiter left the table. Charlotte exhaled sharply, then tapped the fiery head of her between her legs. After a moment, the redhead in question popped up back in her seat as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"You almost got caught, Bex," Charlotte lightly scolded her girlfriend.

Becky shrugged and thumbed away Charlotte's cum from her bottom lip. "Aw, well... they mentioned it was all you can eat seafood and I wanted some clam."

Charlotte rolled her eyes but she grinned. "What would I do without you, Bex?"

"I don't know," Becky chuckled.

Charlotte took a deep breath. "Speaking of living without you..." the nervous blonde slide out of her side of the booth. She took another deep breath, then settled on one knee. "Bex-"

"Oh, no," Becky giggled, covering her mouth with both hands in disbelief.

"I can't wait until the entree gets here," Charlotte revealed a shiny diamond ring and presented it to her beloved. "Will you-"

"Yes!" Becky exclaimed, getting off her bench to kiss the silly blonde. Charlotte slid the ring on Becky's finger.

"You're the best thing to happen to me," Charlotte cooed, exchanging another kiss with her new fiance.

"Oh, just you wait until after our order gets taken..." Becky's eyes fell to Charlotte's waist, then she giggled and kissed her lover once again.