My husband was being impossible. He was driving me absolutely crazy. It was a month before his birthday and he still hadn't told me what he wanted. He had no suggestions of anything to do, no suggestions of presents, nothing. I was getting very frustrated. All he said was I'll like whatever we do and whatever you give me. Yeah right! He usually bought everything he needed for himself and most things he wanted, and right now he couldn't think of anything he wanted that he didn't have.
"Damnit Nate! If you don't tell me what you want for your birthday or give me some suggestions we won't do anything. I've suggested things and you say 'Nah'. I'm getting really fed up with this."
"Lizzy, it's not a big deal, it's not a big birthday. I'm just turning 33. It really is not a big deal. Please honey, stop worrying about it so much."
With that he gave me a kiss and left for work. I went about my day, trying to not think of his birthday, trying to not let it affect me. Well that plan didn't work. It was all I could think of. I went to the bank and forgot to deposit a check. I shopped for groceries and nearly forgot the milk. I picked the kids up from school and had to turn around at the end of the street because I past the neighbor's house where I needed to drop off one of the carpool kids. I know he said it wasn't a big deal, I know he said not to worry, but he does so much for me and the kids. He works so hard and he deserves to be taken care of. He deserves something very special, even if he thinks it's not a big deal. While standing at the fridge figuring out what to make for dinner it hit me. I needed to call Sarah.
Sarah and Nate had been best friends since they were 12. She accepted me as soon as we met and made every effort to make me comfortable and know that I was her friend too. She attended our wedding, she was at the hospital when our children were born, she's an aunt to our kids even though she isn't blood related and she'd be the perfect person to help me. I waited for her to answer her phone, she picked up after the third ring.
"Hey Lizzy, I just walked in the door. What's up?"
"I'm calling about Nate's birthday."
"I thought you might. He told me you've been racking your brain trying to figure things out."
"Oh, well let me say this quickly so I don't lose my nerve. I really need your help. The only thing I can think to give Nate for his birthday is very unconventional. Something he's talked about but I've never thought of doing. Something that I hope you would like to do, since you've said you've done it before, and I really hope it would interest you with us. Something that..."
"Lizzy, enough already, please, just ask."
"Sarah, I'd like to give Nate a threesome for his birthday. You, him and me. One night only, for his birthday."
She sat quietly for a few moments. What was she thinking? I knew she was single, and bi-sexual. No boyfriend, no girlfriend, no one she shared a commitment with. She enjoyed playing with men and women. I knew she had threesomes, I sat at my kitchen table while she told Nate about them, always curious, but never having the nerve to let it be known. Finally, after what felt like forever, Sarah spoke.
"Wow, Lizzy, I never thought I would hear those words uttered from your mouth. I never imagined you, you Lizzy, would actually want something like that. I'm not trying to be mean and say you're prudish, but you always seemed like such a good girl, not adventurous at all."
"I know, but listening while you talked about them to Nate, I was curious. I never let on because I was afraid he would push for one because I know he wants one."
"Honey, he won't do anything you don't want to do."
"I know, that's why I thought this would be the perfect time."
We talked for a half hour, planning everything. Every detail, every sexy, hot detail, nothing was left out. Oh my, I was getting moist talking about this. I had to pull myself together. There's a month after all and I didn't want Nate to suspect anything that was going to happen. He would know something was up if I acted any differently than normal. As I watched Nate pull in the drive way, returning home from work, I hung the phone up and casually touched myself through my pants. Oh, that felt good. This will be a lot of fun I thought with a devilish grin on my face.
After a long month, Nate's birthday was finally here. We had a nice family day, taking the kids for pizza and games. The next step was dropping the kids of at my parent's house. I pretended to have a headache so I could go home and rest while he took the kids to my parent's house. I had to get home and changed for our night in at Sarah's. I put on my new, matching black lacey bra and underwear. The front of the thong barely covered my clean shaven pussy, the bra cupped my breasts and pushed them up slightly causing the perfect, sexy cleavage line. I caressed the top of my breasts in anticipation for what would happen in just a short while. Oh, I couldn't wait. I put my tightest pair of jeans on, the ones that squeeze my ass perfectly and always catch Nate's eye. I chose one of my low cut shirts that Nate had bought me, telling me how he loves to see just a little of what he will see a lot of later. I followed it up with a new pair of shiny black leather heels, fuck me shoes I was told, bought especially for tonight. It made Nate stop in his tracks as he walked in the door.
"Wow, baby with you dressed like that, I don't want to go out anywhere tonight."
"Oh Nate, we're going out, and you will love what we're doing," I purred.
I reached in his pocket, searching for his keys, pretending to go the wrong direction and touch his cock. Hmmm, he was already getting hard.
