I'm a forty three year old blonde haired brown eyed happily married woman, 36D-24-38 figure involved in an open marriage with my awesome husband.
The week of my upcoming birthday I was asked by my husband to take time off from work so we could celebrate.
Wednesday an elegant dinner at an exclusive restaurant and dancing afterwards, followed on Thursday with a cookout at home with friends and family, Friday afternoon a massage,manicure, and pedicure, then a romantic dinner cruise on Lake Murray.
Saturday, my actual birthday I was treated to breakfast in bed, and was told to relax that we were staying home for the evening and enjoying a night of fun and games, was my husband's explanation as he cleaned the house, cut grass, trimmed hedges and washed my car and his truck.
Around four thirty that afternoon, my husband fixed me a hot bubble bath in my garden tub, placed a tray with a shot glass, sliced limes, and a bottle of chilled tequila within reach and stepped into the shower to wash.
When he finished, I was still in the tub relaxing and on my third shot, as he shaved and asked if I would fix my hair and make-up, and put on my short low cut black dress and my black stiletto heels, including my garter,black hose, and silk g-string for the night.
When I told him I thought we were spending the evening here at home and asked why, he explained that it was very sexy and would set the mood for the night asking if I would indulge him please,
I couldn't refuse him and the look on his face was lustful and mischievous.
He shut the bathroom door, and from the sounds of drawers and closet doors opening and shutting he was getting dressed and if I knew him, laying out the clothes he'd asked that I wear.
After one more shot of tequila, I dried off, fixing my hair and make-up as he asked, opened the door finding everything he'd wanted me to wear laying neatly on the bed.
The music was playing in the den, and as I was putting on my clothes I heard my husband talking with someone on his phone, as he went out the front door letting the storm door shut behind him.
I was gathering the tray from the bathroom when I heard him come back from outside closing and locking the door as he did.
When I walked out of the bedroom, my husband was standing there in a crisply ironed white shirt, dark pants, and his good shoes, with a glass of bourbon in his hand, smiling at me, motioning for me to spin around so he could see how I looked in my dress and heels.
So I put the tray down on a nearby end table allowing him to get a peek at my breasts as I leaned over, stood up spun around slowly, smoothing the thin fabric covering my breasts, showing him how erect my nipples were, then lifted the hem of my dress showing my garter,the top of my hose and the silk g-string underneath.
My husband licked his lips, said I was perfect and sexy as hell, walked over and kissed me, took the tray, asking if I was ready for my surprise.