THE Surprise
I just know it. I just know that my beautiful wife Stacy is planning a surprise birthday party for my 40 year milestone birthday. I sat at my office desk stewing in my thoughts.
How do I know? She isn't as sneaky as she thinks she is. I have stumbled into rooms when she has been on her cell phone and of course the conversation changes instantly. She blurts out anything her mind can quickly think of that might "keep me off her trail."
And the other day, I entered our bedroom unannounced and there she laid in our bed using her iPad — and of course she looked like a busted teenager watching porn — as she quickly closed out of the web page she was viewing.
Why would Stacy be going against my wishes? Why wouldn't she respect the fact I specifically said, "No surprise birthday parties for my 40th birthday."
She even looked at me right in my eyes with her sensual doe eyes and said, "As you wish my husband."
Could it be any clearer of an agreement between husband and wife?
THE Background
For those of you who have not read my previous submissions detailing the adventures of my beautiful wife Stacy and myself over the years, let me tell you about ourselves...
Stacy is a gorgeous stunner of a 38yo women. She has brown hair with blond highlights, brown eyes — a true MILF right from Hollywood's central casting. She stands 5'8 and 130lbs, with the most real looking (and feeling) surgeon perfected 34D breasts on her chest — accentuated by a body that has remarkable curves in all the right places.
As a stay-at-home mother of three children, Stacy continues to be a workout junkie — maximizing use of our home-gym with a regular personal trainer (see previous submission) and twice weekly Pilates sessions at a local studio. She has taken her body sculpting to that of an art form — Stacy actively participates in health and fitness trade shows and exhibitions as a 'model' (really more of a live demonstrator and trade show participant).
As for me, I am 5'10 185lbs of former athlete with little fanfare — who at 1 year her senior — let work and stress dictate my physical appearance enterprise. Like many, I ebb and flow with weeks of dedication followed by months of slacking on my workout routine. Stacy no doubt is a constant source of motivation, but my business travels keep her motivation at a measurable distance.
That is enough background I think, on with the reason for this submission...
THE Birthday
My 40th birthday happen to land on a Friday. Since I travel for work and when I am not traveling, I work from my home office, I had some Friday freedom. Being Friday was my birthday, I put the emails on out of office and let the voicemails pile up.
Three of my buddies invited me golfing — they had reservations at a local country club of which one was a member. It is not out of the ordinary to go golfing on my birthday, but it sure did fit oh-so-too-perfectly the 'surprise birthday narrative'. It wasn't difficult to figure out that golf was to be my distraction while Stacy made final preparations for my surprise birthday party.
Our tee time was late morning and I knew our round would spill into the 19th hole for some drinks and more distraction time until Stacy and the party would be ready to kick off.
On cue, when our golf round was almost completed, one of my buddies asked in a bad-made-for-TV acting job way, "Hey let's hit the clubhouse for some after golf drinks." Who could say no to that — more so when I knew my role was to play along.
After a few drinks in the bar and plenty of drinks consumed on the golf course, I was feeling a very nice birthday buzz. My buddies thought it would be best to take a Uber home and one of them would bring my car to my house later.
Right?!? An Uber just for me...why so you fellas can speed ahead to hide at my house and pop out of poor hiding place and yell surprise alongside by dubious wife?
I continued my role in this bad acting play and agreed to Uber myself home. I said good bye to the fellas (like I wasn't about to see them soon) and and climbed in a car to Uber my way home.
Despite my reluctance, I was truly surprised when I got home — Stacy and my friends did a great job of hiding any sign of a surprise party that was awaiting me inside. The driveway and street was void of all cars. I didn't see any banners or party signs of any kind. Wow, Stacy went all out making sure this party remained an actual surprise.
I opened the front door of our house and walked into what is our great room. Not a person nor party indication of any kind in sight. They must all be in the backyard by the pool — was my thought — so I made my way through the house.
When I reached the living room that overlooked the backyard and pool — I saw no one. Nothing. Not a extra table or chair or party lights or anything. Not even Stacy was to be found. But there on the living room coffee table was something — a note...
THE Video
The note was simple, it read: play me. And next to the note was the remote that controlled our smart TV. I powered on the TV and noticed a video file front and center on the home screen. It was titled: Stacy.
Being I was so very confused, with a mind full of thoughts from every corner of my brain, my thumb went to work without me cognitively telling it what to do — it pushed play.
Words popped up on the screen: For My Lovely Husband. And after a couple seconds the words faded out and my wife's beautiful face came into view.
As Stacy looked into the camera, she asked a question, "Tell me about the session?"
The camera panned left and on the screen now was man in his late 50's, not bad looking, but not a hunk or anything. Just a regular looking fellow.
He spoke, "Well, the session lasts about an hour. You start clothed in an outfit of your choice. Once you get more comfortable in front of the camera, you will proceed to change into multiple other outfits — maybe some lingerie. Finally, depending on your comfort level, you can end with very tasteful partial nudity sets."
The camera panned back to my wife Stacy and she said, "I am so excited. My husband is really going to enjoy his birthday gift. I can't wait to get started."
And the screen faded to black.
Was this really happening? Was this what I thought it was? My mind raced.
When the next screen faded in, the scene looked like an old warehouse studio. The video camera was zoomed out to a wide view of a spacious room with very large floor to ceiling windows, concrete stamped floor, exposed beams and almost no furniture — only a small red couch and a big white linen bed.
I could hear the gentleman with a camera around his neck and another camera on a tripod next to him speak, "Move towards the window so we can manipulate the lighting."
The video camera then zoomed in on Stacy who moved closer to the windows.
She was wearing a extremely skimpy little black dress (LBD) I had never seen her wear before. The dress did very little to cover her ass — the hem line was just below her ass cheek fold. Her breasts spilled out of the dress as it did its best job to push them up and out — maximizing her cleavage.
She looked so damn sexy.
Then it dawned on me — she was wearing that sexy dress in front of not one person (the photographer) but another person as well — the video camera person too. She was on display as the video camera rolled and the photographer snapped one picture after another.
The photographer's directions came rapid and precise. "Lift a leg right here, move an arm as such, tilt your head slightly, seduce the camera with your eyes." And with every direction Stacy moved around the large window ledge in different positions.
I was so transfixed on Stacy in her starring role, I wasn't prepared for the screen to fade to black once again.
When the screen faded back in, Stacy was wearing a different outfit — an almost not there-dark-maroon-lacy-teddy. It had only one strap on her right shoulder and as she turned I could tell it was sexy thong back — seductively exposing her firm ass.
This time Stacy was sitting on the edge of the small red couch. But she was not sitting for long...as more directions were delivered from the photographer. "Lay back on one elbow, position your hair across your cheek, bend your knee, pout your lips."
Stacy moved around the scene so gracefully and so sensually.