Several months after having a blast when Bill and I went to his favorite strip club, my husband had a birthday coming up.
I had asked him numerous times what he wanted for his birthday, and he told me each time to surprise him, but made me promise not to have a party. Work had been rough on him over the past month with several SWAT call outs, an extremely bad traffic accident with several fatalities, and I could tell it was wearing him down.
One afternoon Bill and I were talking about what to get my husband for his forty-sixth birthday, Bill suggested that a night on the town, and maybe a trip to Twin Peaks would be a great way to celebrate, and help him get his mind off of work. I laughed, telling him that I still had Michelle's aka Velvet's business card and that I might give her a call about a private show at the house. Bill's face lit up, and he agreed that would be a great birthday present, and he'd love to watch that take place.
Michelle was an auburn haired, hazel eyed, young lady, putting herself through college, she was a little shorter than me, but had a very athletic body, a beautiful face, and the chemistry between her and I was evident from the short time we spent together. I called the number on the card, left a message and waited for her to get back to me.
The next day she returned my call, and actually remembered Bill and I after we talked for a while, saying she'd be more than happy to come to the house, explaining the details of what a private engagement entailed and asked how many people would be attending, that she could bring an escort along if I thought one was needed. I advised her that was fine, but there wouldn't be but myself, my husband, and possibly the man who was with me the night we met, that both of them were in law enforcement and I would make sure nothing happened that she wasn't comfortable with. We scheduled a date and time, i gave her directions, and I had no problems with her bringing an escort if
she felt one was needed. She said I think I'll be just fine coming alone.
I let my husband know that we'd be staying home for his birthday celebration, that Bill would be grilling steaks and potatoes that evening and no one else would be here. I called his Captain, making sure my husband wouldn't be bothered that night, and he promised that
he wouldn't.
During the next two weeks, Michelle and I talked and texted back and forth making sure everything was going as planned. She was a sweet young lady, twenty-four years old, earning her MBA from USC in Columbia, and wanted to know a little more about my husband, what kind of music he liked, his favorite things to do, and if he went to adult clubs on a regular basis. The last time we talked was the day before her arrival, making sure everything was going as planned.
The following afternoon while my husband showered, shaved, and put on his clothes, I took a long hot bath, fixed my hair, makeup, and dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a white shirt, leaving the buttons at the top unfastened exposing my cleavage and if I leaned over the slightest bit, my sheer white lace bra, affording a view of almost my entire breast. My white lace thong was already damp in anticipation of the nights festivities.
My husband and Bill were on the deck, having a beer as the food was cooking, I fixed myself a drink, set the table, took a platter outside and after making sure my husband got a good look down my shirt, a warm soft, inviting kiss I headed back inside. We ate our meal, cleaned up the table, Bill helped me load the dishwasher,
getting his eyes full each time I leaned down, while my husband went outside cleaning and covering the grill.
Just before Michelle was to arrive I turned on a Tina Turner CD, got my husband inside, fixed another drink, where Bill gave him one of his viagra, told him Happy Birthday, and to enjoy the night.
Now my husband stands six foot two, with broad shoulders, a trim waist, flat stomach, with a heavily muscular frame, his short dark brown hair, with a touch of white at the temples, hazel eyes, is quite a handsome man. He laughed and told Bill he didn't need any help in that department but when I asked if he'd take it for me he did so without hesitation.
He headed to the bathroom to get rid of his two beers, and hollered, someone just pulled up in the driveway. I told Bill to keep him busy, while I let Michelle in.
When I answered the door she was wearing an overcoat, her makeup and hair were perfect, and she had on six inch stilettos, with straps wound around her ankles and calves, holding a balloon that had Happy Birthday Baby printed on it.
Bill and my husband were in the den,
talking when Michelle and I walked in the room, Bill saw us,my husband had his back to us, and I told Michelle, there's the Birthday boy. He turned around, grinned, said well hello, and Michelle told him Happy Birthday big guy, handed him the balloon, kissed his cheek, and handed me a CD from her coat pocket.
She asked him to take a seat, and if he knew what the rules in Twin Peaks were, my husband said he did, and Michelle told him they didn't apply tonight, and I'm ready to give you a present for your special day. I turned the CD on as my husband sat down in a wing back chair and Michelle began dancing in front of him, loosening the belt of her over coat, gyrating in time with the music.
The lamps on either side of the couch across from where my husband sat were on, Bill and I stood in the entrance of the den watching as Michelle's overcoat fell to the floor, revealing her leather bra and thong, both of which were covered in silver studs, highlighting her smooth athletic figure which was perfect, from the swell of her breasts, to her hips, her dancers legs, perfection from head to toe.
She pushed her cleavage into his face, her hands on his shoulders, squeezing his shoulders, her hands making their way down his arms, taking his hands and placing them on her hips as she continued dancing.
I felt Bill's hand on my rear end, caressing it, unable to take my eyes off of Michelle and my husband, who was now licking and sucking her bare breasts and erect nipples.
