For my 45
th
birthday, my husband booked us a staycation at The Palazzo, which is about 20 minutes from our Las Vegas home. We checked in late Friday afternoon and spent the evening "wining and dining" our way through every restaurant and lounge in the Venetian. Adam showered me with affection and adoration. I was tipsy from the alcohol and giddy with love. When we went to bed that evening, we made love like we were newlyweds -- passionate, frenzied. I drifted off in a blissful post-orgasm haze, thinking things couldn't get any better.
He woke me Saturday morning by playing with my nipples and kissing my neck. Before I opened my eyes, I felt a tingle between my thighs.
"Happy birthday, baby," he whispered in my ear.
"Let's just stay here and have birthday sex all day," I suggested, only partially joking.
"Nope! We have plans today! And we need to get moving. I'll start the shower."
"Plans?" I said to his retreating back.
"No time for questions, my love! Up and at'em!"
After brunch, we entered Canyon Ranch Spa, a very high-end establishment I had always wanted to experience but I could never justify spending such an absurd amount of money.
"Welcome to Canyon Ranch," said a demure blond woman dressed in black.
"Good morning! I made a reservation for my wife, Danielle Woodford."
"Yes, of course. What a pleasure to have you with us today, Mrs. Woodford. We have a wonderful day planned for you." She shifted her attention to Adam. "As requested, Mrs. Woodford will be ready for you at five o'clock."
Adam leaned in to kiss me good-bye, and I whispered, "Five o'clock?! That's 5 hours."
He kissed me and smiled.
"You are going to be pampered and massaged and polished. Then they'll do your hair and makeup because we are going to dinner tonight. Enjoy every minute of it. I love you."
At 4:30 I stepped into the spa's VIP dressing room feeling - and looking - like an entirely new woman. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and dropped the silk robe. My skin was smooth and rosy. My face glowed. I felt radiant. I couldn't wait to be naked for Adam this evening. As I turned to check my backside in the mirror, I noticed a garment bag hanging on the far wall. The bag was black with "CALVIN KLEIN" in gold lettering across the front. On the floor beneath the garment bag was a Michael Kors shopping bag with a large red bow and a card attached. I opened the card.
"Happy birthday, baby. I can't wait to see you. All my love, Adam."
The shopping bag held a red thong, a red and black bra, and a gorgeous pair of strappy black stilettos. I slipped on the thong and bra, stepped into the stilettos, and looked in the mirror to admire my new posture. My legs appeared longer and more shapely. My ass was perfectly framed by the thong and appeared more voluptuous. The bra pushed my B-cup tits up, providing a beautiful valley of cleavage.
Inside the garment bag was a black silk wrap dress. As I slid it off the hanger, the silk passed through my fingers like water. I slipped it over my head and let the fabric glide over my skin. The dress fit like it was custom-made -- every curve was hugged and spotlighted perfectly. At 4:55, there was a light knock on the changing room door.
"Mrs. Woodford? Your husband is here."
I opened the dressing room door. She looked me up and down then smiled.
"Mr. Woodford will be pleased. May I escort you to the front?"
Adam was exactly where I had left him six hours before, but he was wearing a suit and tie now. He wolf-whistled when he saw me; I played into it with a spin and a pose.
"If we weren't already married, I'd propose right now. You are absolutely gorgeous!" he said as he kissed me on the cheek.
"This is a better birthday present than anything I could imagine."
"Oh, this isn't your birthday present. We'll get to that. Let's grab a drink first."
Our little table at The Dorsey was tucked into a shadowed corner. We sipped cocktails and flirted, truly enjoying each other's company. Once again, I was tipsy from the alcohol and giddy from the love. After our third round, he kissed me deeply and the taste of bourbon on his tongue was an instant turn-on.
"Birthday sex. Now." I commanded.
"Now? What about dinner?"
"I don't want dinner. I want you. Take me upstairs."
"Yes, ma'am! I'll go pay the tab and cancel our dinner reservation. We can order room service later."
I watched him talk to the bartender, then pull out his cell phone to make a call. After a few minutes, he tucked the cell phone back into his jacket pocket and spoke to the bartender again before returning to the table.
"I mentioned your birthday to the bartender. He's bringing you a birthday drink on the house."
On cue, the bartender appeared at our table with a cocktail.
"Everything is all set, Mr. Woodford. Please feel free to enjoy your drink in the comfort of your room if you'd like. Happy birthday, Mrs. Woodford." he said with a slight nod and a wink.
As soon we stepped into our suite, I reached for Adam. His lips pressed against mine as he unzipped my dress, slid it off my shoulders and let it pool around my feet. He stepped back, staring at me in the bra, thong, and stilettos, and unknotted his tie.
"Turn around for me."
I pivoted slowly and he pulled me against his chest and kissed the sensitive spot on the side of my neck that turns me into a puddle.
"Are you ready for your birthday present, baby?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded.
"Good. Close your eyes."
I closed my eyes and squealed excitedly.