This story is pure fantasy, real life doesn't work like this, it's just for fun. It starts off mild but
may
later involve all sorts of humiliating and kinky things.
Melinda pulled up to the curb, parking her car, curbing the wheels, and turning off the CD player i a few automatic motions. Even as she did, she was pulling out her cell, dialing up her office to make sure she had everything covered for the weekend. It was a Friday afternoon, but Melinda had not become one of the more successful businesswomen in her city by not being thorough.
When she was sure she had done everything she needed to do before starting her weekend, the 56 year old clicked off her cell, put it back in her purse, and emerged from her sleek red convertible. She strolled up the walk to her rural lakeside home, her high heels clicking on the concrete, humming a cheerful tune as walked.
Melinda Norris was a tall woman, easily 5'10" in her bare feet, and she had a figure that age had merely put a few extra curves on. With her long and still mostly-naturally blonde hair worn down her back, and a face that was marked mainly by laugh lines, she looked not so much younger than her age as a beautiful example of a grown woman. She worked hard to maintain her appearance, both because it was an asset in her professional life and because, as she was honest enough to admit to herself, she was vain about it and liked the attention she got from men because of it.
As she reached the front door of her house, and let herself inside, she called out, "I'm home!"
Silence was the response.
She stepped inside, and said again, a little louder, "I'm home!"
Again the only response was silence.
Melinda looked puzzled for a moment, looking around, but the house seemed normal, if empty and quiet. After a moment a disappointed look crossed the widow's features.
She sighed, slipped off her high heels, and padded to the kitchen in her stockinged feet to get herself a snack, and as she entered the kitchen the lights came on and the air was filled with a loud yell of "SURPRISE!"
A dozen people were waiting for her in her kitchen, a huge banner had been spread across one wall reading: 'Happy 56th birthday!' and right in the middle of the crowd were five people she was especially delighted to see, her son Neil and his wife Jean, and next to Jean was Melinda's daughter Cathy, and with Neil and Jean were her twin granddaughters Bethany and Briana. Standing beside Cathy was Cathy's husband Steven.
"You-!" Melinda said, laughing in delight. "I was starting to think you'd all forgotten, or had something better to do!"
"Never, Grandma!" Bethany said as she hugged the older woman. "We've been planning this for ages!"
Along with her family were several close friends, and sitting on the kitchen table was a huge cake with 56 glowing candles.
"You know," Melinda said as she sat down at the table, surrounded by her friends and family, "you didn't absolutely
have
to put
all fifty-six
candles on the cake! That's kind of rubbing it in!"
"Oh quit complaining, Mel," her best friend Tina Stafford said laughing. "When I turned 53 you planted 53 signs advertising it in my yard!"
"Yeah, Grandma, besides, the candles are a challenge!" Briana said.