Calvin Barnes' 25
th
birthday was on a Friday and started out better than any birthday in the history of his 3 year marriage, probably his whole life actually.
Soft lips sucked his hard cock into her warm wet mouth. Constant gentle suction combined with a medium-paced bobbing of a head was leading Calvin close to the edge. Additionally, she started humming as she gripped his shaft and timed her stokes opposite of the head bobs bringing him past the point of no return. His hips involuntary flexed as his whole body began to spasm and he let loose a flood of cum towards her throat. She swallowed every drop and thanked him. It wasn't the first time he'd had that dream. However, it was the first time that dream had come true. He looked down at his beautiful wife and thought of how lucky he was.
"Happy Birthday to you" Carolyn started to sing softly as she moved up his body to snuggle close with him.
"Holy shit, baby! You've never woken me up like that before. That's one hell of a present. If you got me anything else this year, just take it back. I neither need nor want anything else in this world but you." Calvin was surprised he could speak a coherent sentence after what she had done just moments ago. While Carolyn had never minded giving her husband oral, she rarely swallowed.
"Oh no, this is your special day and I got you something even better for later. Can't take it back, don't have a receipt so you'll just have to use it. Why don't you jump in the shower and I'll get your breakfast started." she smiled as she kissed him, hopped out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
She had to practically shove him out the door to get him to go to work. He didn't want to leave because she was still naked the whole time she prepared and served him breakfast. "Honey, it's my birthday, work will be fine if I'm a little late." he tried to reason.
Calvin strolled into work, on time, with a smile on his face. Everyone wished him Happy Birthday and there were even balloons and a card signed by the whole office waiting on his desk. Everything seemed to be going well until the boss called him into the office at 10 o'clock. He thought his day was about to be ruined when the boss said there was a problem at one of their better accounts and he needed to make an immediate in-person visit to fix the issue.
"Who's the client and did they give any indication what the problem is so I can have some idea of how to fix it when I get there?" Calvin asked.
"No clue on the issue but it's the Creekmoor Country Club." the boss said. "They just said things were all fucked up and were going to pull their business if we didn't get someone over there in the next hour. Normally, I'd send Simmons but he's out of town on vacation so you're going to have to do this. Ask for Mr. Fenton when you get there."
"Holy shit, Creekmoor Country Club? I've always wanted to play there. Hope the place doesn't burn down when someone of my lowly caliber sets foot on the premises."
"This isn't playtime, Calvin. This is serious shit. They are one of our biggest clients and I trust you to handle things." the boss said sternly.
Calvin took a deep breath. This was just the big break he was looking for. He knew he was a good employee and had proven himself capable time and time again in the few years he worked there. He felt he was on track for a promotion. "Don't worry, I won't let you down, sir." he said and turned back towards his office. A quick inquiry on his computer to associate himself with broad strokes of the client, Calvin was on his way and pulled into the parking lot at 10:45 am.
The girl at the front desk escorted Calvin to Mr. Fenton's office. They shook hands and sat down.
"So, what kind of issues are you having and how can I help them go away for you?" Calvin asked.
"It's probably better if I just show you instead of trying to explain." Fenton got up with a frown on his face and motioned for Calvin to follow him. They walked down a hallway towards the club's bar/dining room. He pointed to 3 men sitting at table with a pitcher of beer and said "The problem is right there."
"So what seems to be the issue? I'm not a bouncer." said Calvin. He started smiling as he realized the men at the table were his 3 best friends.
Mr. Fenton got a big grin on his face as he said "The issue is that you're not sitting there with them. Get yourself something to drink and eat. Your tee time is at noon."
"Tee time? But I'm working and also not a member here."
"Your boss and I go way back. Apparently, your wife says you've always wanted to play here and she knew he was a member so she worked it out with him to get you and your buddies a round. They already picked up your clubs from your house. You're officially off work for the rest of the day. The food should be out any minute now and the bill has already been taken care of. Enjoy yourself." Fenton clapped Calvin on the shoulder as he turned and headed back to his office.
A quick phone call to Carolyn went to her voicemail so he left her an enthusiastic Thank You message telling her she was the best woman ever. Calvin walked over to the table just as the waitress was bringing out lunch for the group. He greeted his friends and truly felt overwhelmed that his wife had set this up for him. They ate and joked as men are prone to do, then they headed out to the links.
"Man, Carolyn must really love your dumb ass to work out this deal for you. This is the most exclusive club in the state. I don't know how she did it. Can't believe we're actually playing here! Not even my birthday and I feel like I owe her big." said his best friend Clay as they stepped up the first tee and the sentiment was repeated by the rest of the group.
The course was in unbelievably great shape for late fall, worlds better than the local muni track they normally spent Saturday mornings hacking around. The group enjoyed cigars as they played the round of their lives. Calvin even managed to birdie a couple holes to shoot a personal best 80. He was riding high when his friends laid one more surprise on him. Clay handed him a duffle bag and told him to hit the showers in the locker room, get dressed and meet Carolyn for dinner at Gibson's at 6pm.
He spotted her waiting at the bar when he walked in. God, she was beautiful. She was 5'7", weighing 124 pounds with long dark hair flowing down to the middle of her back in soft curls. Her skintight red dress barely contained her full breasts and continued past the slight flare of her hips stopping way more than just a few inches above her knees. She stood gracefully in the tall high heels which provided great definition to the shape of her calves.
He approached and picked her up in his arms, hugging her. She kissed him and told him their table should be ready in just a few minutes.
There's just something otherworldly about a great steak and a glass of red wine. Calvin wasn't a big fan of wine, but in the right circumstances like tonight, there was nothing better.
"Still can't believe you got me a round at Creekmoor. Not sure I want to know what favors you had to promise my boss to get that." he said jokingly. "Now I know what that 'no receipt' comment was all about this morning."
"Well, don't be surprised when you see me on his arm at the Christmas party this year. Next year too, I'm afraid. You know I'd do anything to make you happy. He was a tough negotiator but a few rounds in the sack will cover it. I probably won't be able to sit down comfortably until New Years because he says he going to do me in my ass." Carolyn said and almost got through it without busting into laughter.
"Jesus, honey, you had me going there for a minute." Calvin had gone very pale but the color was coming back quickly as he got the joke.
Carolyn laughed again and said "It actually worked out well when I approached him about it. He says he's been impressed with your work and was trying to come up with some type of reward for your efforts. So really the gift was mostly from him. The present I was talking about comes when we get home. I'm excited to give it to you; I just know you're going to love it."
"Well, let's get out of here then and not waste any more time." Calvin stood, helped Carolyn to her feet and followed her out of the restaurant.
Since they had arrived separately, he walked her to her car. She turned and kissed him and glanced at her watch. "I need about 15 minutes to get your present ready so don't even think about getting home before 8:15. You hear me? Not one minute before that!"
"Yes ma'am." He replied.
His mind reeled as he drove slowly home, taking the long way every chance he had so he could extend the 30 minutes it normally would have taken. She really had him curious. What could it be? She had all day to prep if it was something that needed assembly. No, couldn't be something that easy. The 'no receipt' thing kept popping up so he quickly ruled out lingerie. Surprise party? Maybe that was it. He hoped not. He just wanted to get home and spend some quality alone time with the woman he loved most in the world, preferably naked quality alone time.
He pulled into the garage at 8:15 on the nose, closed the garage door and entered the house through the back door.
"Baby, I'm home!" he yelled once he was inside. He heard nothing and there were no lights on in either the kitchen or living room. For a split second, Calvin panicked and actually had the insane thought that her delaying request was so that she could grab her suitcase and leave him before he got home.
