Happy Birthday to Her
by JazmanTestifyin
When Lucy awoke in her king size bed on Saturday morning, her mind was still in a fog. She was on her back with the covers over her head. As she pulled the comforter and sheet from her face, the sun beaming through the window temporarily blinded her. She had a headache, and her memories of the prior night were sketchy. She recognized the faint taste of tequila in her mouth, but there was another taste she could not immediately place.
Although technically, she would still be 39 through 11:59 p.m. that night, she had celebrated her 40
th
birthday the night before. And apparently, she overdid it. Her first thought was that she was just feeling her age. This was a new experience for Lucy, who had been doing her best to fight Father Time.
Lucy, a gorgeous, five-foot-four brunette with brown eyes and shoulder-length hair, had taken care of her body and is routinely mistaken for being a few years younger than she is. For the most part, her body had snapped back after having their two sons. Her belly was flat, and she weighed the same amount she did when she got married. Her husband Wade, who is almost six feet tall with dark hair, is a construction manager and is still in good shape from when he used to do manual labor.
Although Wade loved Lucy's breasts both before and after the kids, to Lucy, they looked a little deflated after nursing twins and she wanted "her" boobs back. She had never liked big fake tits. Thank goodness for Dr. Edwards, who is not just a surgeon; she is an artist. She convinced Lucy that, if she was having them lifted, she might as well go up a cup size. Lucy now has firm, round, full D-cup breasts that still look natural. Her birthday celebration was also somewhat of an unveiling party for her new boobs. So, she decided to wear something low cut, but still relatively modest.
Lucy had been out of sorts over the past few months. As her 40
th
birthday loomed, she realized that possibly half her life was gone, and she had not accomplished as much, personally or professionally, as she would have hoped by this age. Her career had plateaued and, although she loved Wade, she felt like they had slipped into a rut. She wanted to do something exciting to shake up their marriage. Shaking things up, however, was not her strong suit. Lucy had always been straightlaced. She did not lose her virginity until she was a junior in college. Even then, she made the guy wait a full year before she put out. All told, Wade was just the third man she had slept with in her entire life. The only time she ever seemed to do anything remotely wild was when she drank, which was not often. But last night had been a special occasion.
Lucy felt stirring under the covers to her left. She turned her head, expecting to see her husband of twelve years. Instead, she saw a different man lying next to her. From her angle, she could not see his face, but she could see that this other man was naked. She thought to herself, "Who the hell is this?"
She did a quick peek under the sheets. She was relieved to see that, although she was braless, she was still wearing the red top she had on the night before. She held out hope that maybe she had not done anything too crazy.
Lucy then reached under the sheet to feel if she was wearing her skirt from the night prior. Her heart sank when, rather than feeling the waistline of the skirt, her hand touched her bare abdomen. As her hand traveled farther south, her fingers crossed her landing strip of dark brown public hair. Lucy knew instantly that she was ass-out naked from the waist down. Her new thought was, "What the fuck did I do last night?"
Hearing footsteps, Lucy looked to her right and saw her husband Wade entering the room, wearing grey pajama pants and a white tee shirt. Even if he could not see that Lucy was bottomless under the covers, he could see that she was in bed with another man. And that man was buck naked. She expected Wade to be furious and braced herself for his reaction.
"Good morning, Lulu. How are you feeling today?" asked her husband with a smile. There was no yelling or barrage of swear words. There also was no surprise to see this strange man, who by now had turned enough so that his huge cock was showing.
Based upon her husband's reaction, Lucy decided to take a chance that he knew more than she could piece together at the moment. She asked, "Wade, who is this man?"
"That's Jake," answered Wade nonchalantly.
"Who is Jake?" asked Lucy.
Wade replied, "You met him at your party last night. Remember?"
Lucy thought and began to picture the prior evening. The party had been at their house in a quiet neighborhood outside Minneapolis, Minnesota. She was wearing the red top and a blue skirt that hugged her ass and had a hemline that stopped right above the knee. She remembered wearing a lacy black thong so that she would not have visible panty line.
The living room was crowded with their friends. Wade and Lucy had sent their boys to stay with Wade's mom for the weekend. Lucy remembered, at some point, having a glass in each hand. She remembered drinking tequila mixed with energy drinks. She now pondered whether the unfamiliar taste lingering in her mouth was from the energy drink. In the light of day, she deduced that, because of the concoction, the drunker she got, the wider awake she was. "How much did I have to drink?" asked Lucy.
Lucy suddenly had a memory flash of lifting her shirt in front of the stranger who was now in her bed. "Did I show my tits to this Jake guy?" she asked.
Wade laughed and said, "Lulu, you were showing them to everyone."
Lucy's flash of memory expanded. The party started at 8:00 p.m. She remembered that, early in the party, she was having a discussion with four or five other women in the kitchen, while the men were in the living room. A couple of her female friends, Sandy and April, were considering getting boob jobs. They were admiring how good Lucy's looked, and Lucy was singing the praises of Dr. Edwards. Lucy was a lightweight when it came to drinking, and by 8:30, she had downed two shots of tequila in a span of 10 minutes. Even if she was accustomed to drinking, which she was not, this would have been a lot for the 115-pound woman.
Lucy's friend Sandy is a relatively small-chested woman with a beautiful face, light brown hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. She is almost as tall as Lucy but weighs a little less. She had started drinking too, but not as much as Lucy. Sandy and her ex-husband Thad were close friends with Wade and Lucy. The four had been inseparable. That was, until it became known that, Thad, who was professor at a university in Saint Paul, had been sleeping with his female students for years. Lucy and Wade would joke how Sandy had won custody of them in the divorce. They were now the three musketeers and spent a lot of time together.
While in the kitchen during the party, Sandy asked if the implants made Lucy's breasts hard. April, a taller woman with tan skin, reddish-brown hair, and blue eyes, wondered if the surgery left noticeable scars. Before the two women knew what was happening, Lucy had pulled up her shirt and bra and was showing them her tits. "See? You can barely see where the incisions were." She was right; Dr. Edwards was one of the best cosmetic surgeons in the area.
"And they're not hard at all," Lucy said. She then grabbed April's hand and placed it against her bare right breast. "Feel for yourself," said Lucy. April squeezed Lucy's right boob.
"Hey, they feel natural," April said, with a bit of surprise.
"May I?" asked Sandy, reaching toward Lucy's left breast. Lucy nodded her head in the affirmative. Sandy then began fondling Lucy. "I've heard that some women who get boob jobs sometimes lose sensitivity in their nipples. Did you?"
"There's only one way to find out," said Lucy.
Both Sandy and April then started to tug at and gently twist Lucy's nipples. If anything, Lucy's nipples were even more sensitive after getting her breasts done. Although April and Sandy were not trying to sexually arouse Lucy, that is exactly what they were doing. Within a minute or two, all the women in the room were getting to second base with Lucy. And her panties were getting wet.
It was then that Wade walked into the kitchen, accompanied by Jake, a six-foot, two-inch 30-year-old who looks like a Norse god, complete with flowing blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hello, ladies," said Wade. The women immediately retracted their hands and Lucy covered herself. "What's going on?" asked Wade.
The tequila had thoroughly dissolved all of Lucy's inhibitions. Lucy giggled and said, "I was showing the girls my boobs, and they were feeling me up." She then asked, "Who's this tall glass of milk?"
Wade replied, "This is Jake."
Lucy giggled again and said, "Hey, Jake. Wanna see my new knockers?" Without waiting for a response, she then flashed her boobs at Jake, making sure to display them long enough for him to get a good look. "Yeah, they're so new, you can practically see the price tags," she said. She then laughed so hard at her own joke that her breasts began to bounce. The sight of this, in turn, made her laugh even harder.
Wade was surprised by his wife's exhibitionism. He had not seen Lucy flash her bare chest at a stranger since their honeymoon in Greece when she drank three shots of Ouzo and lifted her shirt in front of a cab driver in lieu of giving him a cash tip. Even then, Wade had to dare her to do it.