On the outside Cheryl Bernard was your ordinary suburban housewife. She participated in the local community; she even was in the book club... But behind her soft red lips, was a sex mad animal. She lived with her husband Harry in an outer city mansion. Harry had done well in his career, and those long days and trips away from his wife had earned them a beautiful home, and any other luxury the desired. Cheryl stayed at home and tended to the house and also enjoyed her secret hobby of masturbating, which would have been frowned upon in their upper class suburb.
It was the tenth of October, Harry's 40th birthday. What do you give to the man that can afford anything he desires? Well Cheryl had an idea...
The day started like any other day in the Bernard household. Harry would get up at precisely 6.02 a.m. Cheryl would get up a minute later and pull him back in the bed for a final kiss before falling back asleep while her husband got ready for work.
"Goodbye Hun!" He shouted from downstairs. Cheryl would usually reply with an affirmative grunt, however she suddenly realised it was Harry's birthday, and answered back with "I'll get your surprise ready!" She had eleven hours to plan his surprise, but what would she do? She got up from her bed and stood up. Cheryl slept in a grey silk night gown, which she took off and threw it on her bed to reveal her body.
Cheryl was a beautiful woman by most people's standards, and was definitely a head turner. She had dark, almost black hair which came just past her shoulders. She had a natural sun kissed skin thanks to an Indian ancestor somewhere up the line. Cheryl did not look 40. She had matured like a fine wine. She was around 5 foot 7, with all the curves in the right places. Her breasts showed no signs of aging and remained a pert 34D, which would show off her magnificent cleavage, whether she wore a bra or not. Her arse was equally impressive. It was perfectly proportionate to her body and resembled a ripe peach, prime for a bite! Cheryl wasn't a large woman per se; however she had a 60's hourglass figure, a rarity nowadays. Her face hadn't aged in over fifteen years, and she still had a glow of someone in their twenties. Her lips were full, which she prominently featured using a blood red shade of lipstick. Cheryl's eyes were brown, with coloured flecks which gave her a youthful look. She had subtle dimples on her cheeks in line with her lips, which made her irresistible to any man she laid eyes upon. She certainly was a stunner.
After cleaning the house and preparing dinner, it was almost five. Her husband would be back soon and she still didn't have a surprise that she promised. She quickly ran upstairs to change, and picked a red cocktail dress the same shade as her lipstick. She opened the door of the wardrobe to reveal the full length mirror. The dress was tailor made and as a result, clung to her every curve. She topped up her make up before looking back at the mirror. She looked HOT, and she knew it. Cheryl had never really considered herself to be bisexual; however she could tell when she saw a beautiful woman. An idea came to her head. Maybe she could be the surprise!