I woke up that morning with mixed feelings. It was finally Friday, the date of my 40th birthday, a day I had been eagerly awaiting. My wife had special plans to make it a day I would never forget, but unfortunately she was called out of town on a special assignment by her boss and wouldn't be back until next week. So a little disappointed I got out of bed and made my way into the office.
As usual, the first thing I did was check my email messages. I was happy to see one from my wife Jen. The message was short but intriguing. It read:
"My Darling Dave,
I am so truly sorry that I couldn't be there for you on this special day. I think that I have found a way to make it up to you though.
Make sure you check your messages again at 5:00.
I am sure you are going to have a very happy birthday.
Your loving wife,
Jen. XXOO"
I was fairly busy that day but couldn't help but wonder what she could have in mind. Needless to say, I was back on my computer at 5:00 sharp. A new message had just arrived from Jen with a fairly large file attached.
"My Darling Dave:
A little something of what I had originally planned for tonight. Be home by 6:00 for the rest of your present.
Jen XXOO"
I closed the door to my office expecting to see one of those cheesy on-line birthday cards with maybe a dirty picture on it. I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I launched the attachment. It's a good thing that I closed the door first because up on the screen popped up a slide show with pictures of Jen.
I have always found Jen to be an extremely sexy woman. She is petite, standing 5'5" and weighing only 90 lbs with long flowing black hair and curves in all the right places. Her 32B breasts look perfect on her smaller frame and she has a naturally flat stomach and an incredible ass that I can't keep my hands off of. I have always been the kinkier of the two of us but, for the most part, she has been willing to accommodate most of my sexual desires and fantasies. Still, I could never imagine that she would ever pose for pictures like the ones flashing by on the screen. She was wearing the new dress that she was planning on wearing tonight. It had sounded hot when she described it to me. Actually seeing her in it was something else even if it was only in pictures. It was a tight red sequined dress that hugged her entire body. It had a low cut back and was strapless with the front of the dress flowing up into what I can best describe as a choker around her neck. There was an oval cutout in the front of the dress revealing her cleavage, which she never usually shows in public. The dress was also shorter than anything she typically wears in public, ending midway down her luscious thighs. She was also wearing dark hose and red stiletto heels.
The first several pictures of her in various seductive already had my cock stirring and the rest had me as hard as the proverbial rock. The slides going by became my own virtual strip tease as Jen peeled the dress off showing me more and more of what was underneath. She was wearing a black satin and lace bustier that pushed the fabulous flesh of her breasts together and up to be displayed even more prominently through the dress. As the slides continued I was pleased to see that instead of the usual pantyhose she prefers, Jen was wearing black thigh high stockings with the fancy lace tops that were connected to a garter and g-string that matched the bustier.
The last of the slides went by with Jen down to only her garter, stockings and heels. As I had guessed, Jen had shaved her pussy (something which I had been trying to get her to do for quite some time) in order to look proper in the tiny g-string. The final picture was of Jen with her hand over her now hairless completely smooth pussy and her finger gently caressing her clit. There was a caption underneath which said "I'll be doing this and thinking of you tonight."
This had to be the best present that I had ever received encompassing almost all of things that she knew turned me on the most from sexy lingerie and heels to shaving to watching her masturbate. I didn't realize how long I had been sitting there studying every pixel of that picture. When I finally looked up a saw that it was already 5:30. I had to hurry up if I was going to make it through traffic and back home by 6:00 in order to get the rest of my present. Although, I couldn't figure out what Jen could have gotten me that could be better.
Luckily there weren't many cars on the road, must have been my birthday luck. I pulled into the driveway right on time and began looking around for the package that my wife must have sent over for my present. There was nothing in the driveway, next to the mailbox, or by the front door. I guessed my luck had run out and the mail had been delayed. Hopefully I would get it tomorrow otherwise I would have to wait until Monday. My thoughts immediately went back to Jen playing with herself tonight. In the back of my mind I knew that she probably wouldn't be doing for real (she wasn't really into masturbating), but I just loved picturing it in my head.
As I walked through the door I immediately saw a pair of familiar looking red stiletto heels. My eyes traveled upwards and sure enough: black stockings, shapely legs, red dress, flat stomach, flowing black hair, and a hint of cleavage. I was thinking that somehow Jen had been able to make it home in time or she was just setting me up when suddenly I heard a very familiar voice, one which was not Jen's but just as sweet to my ears.
"Surprise! Happy Birthday Daddy," squeaked my daughter Lisa excitedly.
"UH Hi..thanks" I managed to stutter in return.
I wasn't expecting to see Lisa until Christmas break. She had just turned eighteen and had gone off to live in the dorms at an out of state university. Of course I had always that she was extremely beautiful, a mix of fatherly pride and the fact that she had inherited my wife's feminine attributes. However, I had never until that moment thought of her in a sexual way. But now, here she was standing in front of me looking like a slightly younger version of her mom, a little taller but just as thin with slightly smaller breasts that were probably still blooming. Even though I knew the incredibly sexy woman standing in front of me was my daughter, I couldn't help but get a hard on which I was desperately hoping she wouldn't notice. I struggled to maintain eye contact and keep my eyes from wandering down to get another look.
"Mommy told me that she wasn't going to be here for your birthday and we agreed that I would take her place until she got back," she said as I stood there still a little stunned, my mind was comparing the sight in front of me with the pictures of Jen that I had been ogling earlier.