Happy Birthday to Me
Okay, this is the first "Loving Wives" category story I've tried so a couple of comments before we get into the story itself. One of the things I've noticed in browsing through this category is that most of these stories are written from a distinctly male perspective, with the male partner primarily as the voyeur, sometimes the instigator, sometimes the one who is betrayed or cheated on. The emphasis is primarily on the male partner's feelings and emotions and reactions as he watches his wife / girlfriend taken by another male (or males, as the case may be). Given that Literotica has a largely male readership and a high percentage of authors here are male, I can understand that.
However, looking at it from the female perspective, there's a huge difference between involvement and commitment. As with ham and eggs, the chicken is involved; the pig is committed. With these stories, the male partner is involved largely as the voyeur while the female partner is the one that's totally committed - the one that's involved the most, with the most at stake. I thought it would be fascinating (for me) to write one of these "Loving Wives" story's with a first person point of view from the wife's perspective, getting into the female partner's head with all the emotions and feelings and conflicts and physicality involved. I write here not from personal experience, but it's something I wanted to try and wrap my mind around and get into and write.
Now I also know these stories tend to get the most negative feedback and reviews, and some of the comments can be fairly vituperative. So, on the understanding that I'm writing this from a female POV and this story is purely fictional, a complete figment of my imagination, bearing no relationship to any events and/or persons known or unknown to the author, and that the author's mother, father, siblings, partner, former boyfriends, former girlfriends and in fact anyone known to the author in any way whatsoever, disclaim all responsibility for the author's views and upbringing and says the author is a very bad girl indeed and deserves a good spanking for writing such shocking stories, here we go... And cutting to the chase, if you don't like this type of story, don't read it... We're all grownups here after all (well, I hope so).
All of that said, this is a bit different from the "coming of age" stories I've been working on so it was a bit of a challenge for me. I'd love to know how you think I've done here. Looking forward to your comments, even if it's just a "love it" or "it sucks". And believe me, it's totally fiction.
That aside, as always, I do hope you all enjoy and that your responses are ... how do I say it ... in keeping with the intent of the story... Chloe
Happy Birthday to Me - Chapter One
Ten minutes past midnight
Leaning out of the window to see the dim light outside
Lost quiet rainy night kisses passersby
Once you whispered in the rain:
Happy birthday my loved one
Ten Minutes Past Midnight, Sally Yip
My phone rang. I looked at it. Kam. "Hi, honey."
"Hi darling, want to grab some sushi after work?"
"Sounds wonderful."
"Why not come over, drag me out of here, we'll grab some sushi, watch a movie, have an early night."
An early night? I liked that suggestion. That was Kam's code word for going back to our apartment and making love. Something I didn't get nearly enough of after a mere couple of years of married life. And yesterday I'd been late home.
My boss had kept me at work. I'd been experimenting lately, working on the theory that when I wore short skirts, he asked me to work late. I'd been making up a little spreadsheet for fun over the last couple of months, just to correlate the results. Yesterday I'd worn a short skirt, my shortest. I kept catching him looking at my legs. It made me giggle. I mean, I didn't mind him looking at me at all. He wasn't the only guy that checked me out. I enjoyed guys looking at me.
I knew I was good looking but I wasn't conceited about it. It was one of the reasons Kam had married me, something I'd never regretted. Kam was older than me, ten years older. I'd been almost twenty when we'd married, now I'd graduated and I'd been lucky enough to get a job in the same building that Kam worked in and that our apartment was located in - one of those huge modern office-apartment complexes with everything you needed in one place. Work, living, shopping, food centers, even a supermarket, cinemas, bars, a couple of nightclubs. Honestly, there was no reason to leave the building unless you wanted to go outside.
"On my way honey, I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Love you."
"Love you Isabelle."
I stood up, walked over to David's office. He was watching my legs. Oh yeah. I walked slower, enjoying him looking. Stopped in his doorway, one arm resting on the doorframe. Now he was looking at my breasts. And okay, they were larger than the Chinese girl norm. A lot larger. I smiled. That my boss liked looking at my legs and my breasts was more entertainment than annoyance. Sometimes I wished Kam had the sort of enthusiasm for looking at me that my boss did.
"Hi David, mind if I finish up now?" I smiled. "Everything's done and in the system, I'll check the numbers tomorrow morning after tonight's financials run."
"Sure, and thanks for staying on to help Isabelle." He was having trouble maintaining eye contact. I wanted to giggle again. I walked back to my desk slowly, giving him lots of time to look. I was so looking forward to Kam being in the mood tonight.
* * * * * * * *
Fan looked up as I walked in the door fifteen minutes later. "Hi Isabelle, looking for Kam? He's in with Tom."
"Thanks Fan."
Fan was Tom and Kam's personal assistant. She was nineteen, single, cutely attractive. I knew she had her eye on Tom, whose wife had stayed in America when Tom had taken the temporary position managing the Singapore office. This despite Tom being thirty years older than her. Mind you, I could see what she saw in Tom, and who was I to talk about an age gap. There was something magnetic about him. I felt it myself and I was happily married. Very happily. Looking at him always send little thrills racing through me for some reason. I had no idea why.
"Want some tea while you wait, they might be a while. There's a new client coming in tomorrow, they were reviewing the presentation."
"Thanks Fan."
Fan poured the tea, passed me a cup, poured herself a cup. She sipped herself as we chatted about the latest movie. Fan loved movies, she was always off to the latest release. It was a good thing we had a shared interest, it would have been boring waiting otherwise. I'd thought about going home early instead. But I'd torn myself free because Kam had promised we'd get sushi. I loved sushi and an early night. Now he was in there with Tom.
Kam was temporarily the manager of the local branch of the company. Tom sort of worked for him, but Tom wasn't local, he was an import from America. Parachuted in as an advisor after the last manager was retired following poor financial results. Kam was filling in while Tom decided who was going to fill the position on a permanent basis. I knew Kam wanted the position. He wanted it very badly. He talked to me about it all the time, always working out different angles to position himself better with Tom.
"I wish they'd finish." It was getting late. Kam would be tired. There went tonight.
"Got plans for tonight?" Fan winked.
"We did have." I must have looked disappointed. "Kam works too hard sometimes. Not enough time for me."
Fan giggled. "Well, Tom works longer hours than Kam and he's insatiable."
"You didn't?" I was a little shocked that Fan had outright admitted that she'd slept with Tom. She'd implied she wanted to a couple of times before when we'd chatted. I was shocked, but also very curious.
"I did. And I'm glad he left his wife behind, she doesn't know what she's missing." She giggled. "Or maybe she does." Fan leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He's so big."
"Yes he's tall isn't he?" Six feet. He was a few inches taller than Kam.
"No, silly, I mean his dick. He's enormous." Fan giggled. "I thought it was going to split me in half. It's huge."
"Really?" I was blushing. My voice was hushed now too. I mean, I'd thought Kam was big after we were married, but how did you know to compare, unless...?
Fan read my expression and giggled again. "You mean you didn't sleep with anyone else before you were married?"
I shook my head, blushing. "No." I'd only ever slept with my husband. I mean, I knew a lot of girls did before they were married with other guys, but not me. Anyhow, why was I blushing? Shouldn't Fan be the one blushing?
"Well, take it from me, Tom's huge." Fan gave a theatrical little shudder and lowered her voice even more. I could barely hear her. "The first time we did it, I couldn't believe how big he was. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."
"Really?" I was a little short of breath. I found myself wondering how Tom compared to Kam. I shouldn't think that, I knew, but I couldn't help it.
"Really." Fan giggled. "I know I shouldn't tell you Isabelle..." I knew that meant she was going to. "...but Tom, he's just amazing in bed. He's totally insatiable, sometimes I wonder if his wife wasn't exhausted and that's why she stayed back in America." She giggled at my expression. "Sorry Isabelle, I didn't mean to shock you, really. Tell me to be quiet, I know I gossip too much..."