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"Happy Birthday honey," she said as he let the door swing shut behind him. "You're just in time."
Jack had been so caught up with work lately he hadn't even remembered that today was his 39th birthday. It was a bitch of a drive home, as it always was on Friday evenings. This Friday was particularly bad. Sitting in traffic for over an hour and a half had made him late to help put his four-year-old son Michael to bed. He had expected to be reprimanded for his tardiness, but there was no hint of discontent in his wife's voice.
Jessie and he had met more than 11 years ago when he was working his way up the ranks in his law firm. They recognized there was something very special and lasting between them quickly and within two years had wed. For Jack he found her to be just the perfect combination of the girl you take home to mom and the adventurous kitten in the bedroom.
"Jack I made your favorite drink... it's on the end table."
Jack was not a heavy drinker, but enjoyed a mohito or martini as much as the next guy. It usually only took one stiff mixed drink to relax him and take the edge off.
"I'm preparing something special tonight," Jessica announced from the kitchen. "Please don't come in or you'll spoil the surprise."
It had been a while since Jessica and he had enjoyed a nice quiet meal together. He threw his coat over the back of a rocking chair, slipped out of his shoes and walked over to the sofa.
"I'm sorry I'm late babe," he offered as he reached over to snatch up his drink from the end table.
"That's ok, I was pretty busy preparing your birthday surprise," she answered.
He took a long slow slip of the drink - a mohito. It smelled stronger than usual, but the combination of rum and mint was delicious.
"How much rum did you put in this drink babe?"
Jessie avoided the topic, "I hope you are not too tired, I have a big night planned for us."
For a few minutes Jack sat back and enjoyed the drink and the soft household sounds that accompany the act of cooking. He reflected on the long road that brought him and Jessie together, to start a family, to buy this house. While it hadn't always been a bed of roses, the good times far outweighed the bad, and they had made a very happy life here.
Jack took another long slow drink, and realized he had come to the bottom. It wasn't like him to suck down a drink that quickly - his tolerance was low and alcohol went straight to his head.
"This drink was great Jess," he called into the kitchen.
"Wow, you polished that off fast, let me bring you another," she replied from the kitchen.
His first instinct was to decline, but damn if that didn't taste good, and it was, after all Friday.
Jessica crossed from the kitchen into the living room carrying a pitcher of mohito. She was wearing that sexy evening dress that always drove him wild.
"I thought you might like it, so I made a whole pitcher."
She set the pitcher on the end table and leaned over him to kiss him. Jack loved the way her blonde hair fell forward and tickled his face when she kissed him. He was surprised to feel her tongue in his mouth, and he reciprocated. As they kissed, he noticed her breasts, full and beautiful in the low-cut dress she wore. She slid her hand up his leg to his groin and his cock pulsed back against her touch in response.
"You look amazing baby," Jack told her. "That dress always gets me so hard."
She smiled at him, "I thought you might like it."
She moved to the end table positioning her back to him as she reached for the pitcher. As she bent to refill his drink she pulled her dress up, showing him the string-thin black thong she was wearing underneath. Jack felt his cock twitch in his pants, stretching to break free of his boxers. Before he could reach out to pinch her tight ass she let the dress fall back down and started pouring the drink.
"Your surprise is almost ready honey," she said. "Relax a little more and calm down that dick of yours."
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ding-dong...
Jack called out, "Are you expecting anyone baby?"
Halfway through his second mohito he was really starting to feel the alcohol.
"That must be part of your surprise honey," Jess called back.
He heard her footsteps in the hallway moving to the front door. She opened the door and he heard a second female voice at the door. Hushed whispers. Door closing. Two sets of footsteps moving back down the hall to the kitchen.
"Is everything ok Jess?"
"Everything's fine Jack, finish your drink," answered Jess curtly.
"What the hell," he thought, his willpower all but completely wiped out by the sweet rum mint concoction. He tilted the glass up and drained the last of the drink.
"Hi Jack," an unfamiliar voice addressed him. "Jess has told me a lot about you."
He put down the drink startled and looked toward the hallway as Jessica and the stranger approached.
Dressed in a tight slinky black dress the stranger walked slowly toward him. Her long straight black hair was exquisite.
