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A Birthday Surprise Ch. 01

By: Slirpuff



I'd like to thank Knee and Hip Doc for his help in correcting my errors and making it flow a lot smoother.

"Hot damn." I said to myself, as I looked at all the items in the Victoria's Secret's bag. "This is going to be a birthday to remember," I said with a big, beaming, grin on my face, as I put the bag back into my wife's closet.

You see, my 40th birthday was Saturday, and though my wife hadn't said anything, it appeared that I was going to get more than lucky this weekend. Also of note, is that, things between Irene, my wife of 15 years, and me had been a little more than strained for the last couple of months. It seemed, that no matter what I did, I would make her angry and we would get into another argument, which lately was becoming a weekly occurrence. Maybe, this was her way of burying the hatchet, or cock, so to speak.

That evening, while the wife and kids were out running around, I had gone into Irene's closet looking for our old photograph albums. I was looking for a particular picture with my brother, Roger, when we both had long hair, beards, and road Harleys. Lately, the kids had been giving me a lot of grief; about being too hard on them, and they were wondering if I had always been such a 'stick in the mud'.

"I'll show them that their dad was a wild man in his day," I said to myself. Now, if I could only just find that picture.

I was standing on a chair, reaching for the pile of albums when I lost my balance; and came crashing down; while taking about a third of my wife's clothes with me. "Ah damn," I said as I picked myself up, looking down at the mess I'd made.

"That woman sure has a lot of clothes," I thought to myself, as I finished hanging up the last item. I was about to try again for the albums, when I noticed a shopping bag behind some of her winter coats. Pulling it out, I looked inside.

In it, were three lingerie outfits that would make even a hooker blush. The first one was light purple, and looked like the old baby doll nightgown that; my wife had wore on our honeymoon. The second was a skimpy black number, that had half the material of the purple one, and was almost transparent. But the third one set my blood boiling.

It was scarlet red, and was made mostly of see-through lace. What really set it apart; was that it had a built-in bra and where the nipples would normally be, it was cut out. Lying on the bottom of the bag, were the color-coordinated thongs that went with each outfit. All the items still had the price tags on them, and I was shocked at how expensive everything was. "Hell, they were worth every penny," I thought to myself, as I put the bag back where I had found it.

Talk about something to put you in a good mood. For the rest of the night, I was all smiles; the world was great again. At dinner, my wife and kids asked me if I had been drinking when they had gone out. I told them no, but that I was just thankful to have such a wonderful family. I was still beaming when we went to bed that night. I tried to get frisky with Irene, but she said, like always, that she was tired and needed to get some sleep. "No matter sweetheart," I said as I kissed her tenderly on the cheek, and told her that I loved her. I rolled over and went to sleep. Yeah right.

I maybe got two hours of sleep that night. Visions of Irene wearing those items danced in my brain all night long. No matter what I did, I couldn't clear my mind, or get rid of the erection I sprouted. In my mind we had made love five to ten times; before my alarm went off, and put an end to my wet dream. As tired as I was, I was still on a sexual high. First a quick shower and shave, and then I bounded down the stairs. 

When everyone came downstairs, they noticed that breakfast was on the table and I was sitting there having a cup of coffee reading the paper.

"Dad, are you on speed or something?" Keith asked me. "You never eat breakfast in the morning, much less make it," he said with a surprised look on his face.

Irene just stared at me with a look of; "Who the hell are you and what did you do with my husband?" as she sat down. "Well, thank you hon," she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

My daughter Terri, who never said much anyway, just dug into the sausages and eggs. "Great breakfast dad; Love ya," she said with a mouthful of food.

"Well, I guess I have to go; and make some money," I said as I bounced up. I bent Irene back in her chair, gave her a full mouth kiss, with a little tongue, and told each of the kids' goodbyes before I jumped into my car and headed out.

Everyone at the table was stunned. "What's wrong with dad?" Keith asked his mother. "I know it's his birthday Saturday, but is this what happens when you hit 40?" he said chomping on a sausage link. 

"Your father's just in a good mood, that's all," Irene told her kids but she didn't believe it for a minute. "Something's going on. He's up to something; but what?" Irene thought to herself. "I haven't seen him in this good of a mood since we took that weekend cruise, over ten years ago. Hell, we never even left our cabin the entire time," she said with a hint of a smile. But, we didn't have sex last night." 

I was still on a natural high when I came into my office. "Morning Carol," I said with a smile. "Wonderful day isn't it?" I said as I went into my office. Two seconds later I was out asking Carol if she wanted a cup of coffee and a donut.

"Sure boss, but..." was all she could get out, before I was gone in a flash. I returned a few minutes later with a hot cup of coffee, a glazed donut, and even a napkin. All she could do and say was, "thank you," before I was off again.

By the afternoon, everyone in the office was wondering who the new guy was. More than one person came up to Carol asking her if Jim had been given a promotion or something. 

"I haven't a clue what's going on, but this can't last," she told them. But, it did. At least for a few days. 

By 5:00, I had already packed up my stuff, and was heading out, of the office, while saying goodnight to anyone who would listen to me.

Irene was just getting ready to leave work, when her cell phone rang. I it was Jim. "Hi honey, instead of you cooking tonight, I'm stopping off and picking up Chinese for dinner. You want anything special?" I asked her.

"No, just the usual Jim. Are you all right?" she inquired almost afraid of his reply.

"I'm great, why do you ask?" I said in the sweetest tone.

"It's just I haven't seen you so, I don't know, so up lately," Irene replied, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with her husband.

"It's just that I realized how much I love you and the kids, and how lucky I am to have you all. Well, I have to let you go, before I get into an accident. See you at home, honey."

Thursday night was the same as Wednesday. I was all bubbly and acting like a teenager. I would come up behind Irene, when she was doing the dishes, and put my arms around her. All the while, I was kissing her neck.

"Jim," she finally yelled. "Let me finish the dishes, or one of us is going to get hurt, and it won't be me," she stammered.

The kids and I spent most of the night, putting together a puzzle on the kitchen table, while Irene looked on in amazement. By 10:00 the kids were in bed, and I was getting ready for bed.

I didn't know what I was expecting, if anything, from Irene tonight. She was reading a book, and waiting for me when I got into bed. 

"I don't know where you're getting all your energy, but could you give me a little," she said with a smile. "I'm totally wiped out tonight, but I'll be fine by the weekend. I promise," she said, while giving me a peck.

"That's ok honey. I understand," I replied before I grabbed her, pulled her to me. I laid a big kiss on her, not once, but three times. "Now, that's what I call a good night kiss," I said with a smile. "That should keep me warm, at least until the weekend." With that I rolled over, turned off my light, and went off to sleep, while leaving a stunned Irene.

Once again on Friday morning, breakfast was waiting for the kids. Today it was oatmeal, toast, and orange juice. "I could get used to this," Keith told his dad. "I can't wait for Saturday," he said as he shoveled oatmeal down his throat and Irene and Terri started to eat.

"How about if we make home-made pizza tonight for dinner tonight?" I asked everyone. The kids shouted their approval; as Irene just stood there with her mouth open.

"Good. Then it's settled. I'll pick up everything on my way home from work," I told them. "Well, got to go. Love you guys," I said with a smile as I approached Irene. I lifted her up, spun her around, and kissed her. "Love you babes," and I was off again.

As I bounded into my office, I was carrying two cups of coffee and an apple fritter for Carol. I said good morning to everyone, as I dropped the items off at Carol's desk I was working on next week's schedule, when Carol came into my office and shut the door.

"All right, what's going on?" she asked me, as she sat with her coffee, in the chair in front of my desk.

I started to say something, about how life was good, or something to that effect, when Carol stopped me. 

"I've worked with you for twelve years and you've never been in this good of a mood before. Either you've won the lottery, you are getting more sex than the rest of us combined or you have gotten a promotion, I'm not aware of. Something is going on and I'm not leaving this office until you tell me what it is," she said with her arms crossed.

"All right. But this goes no further than this office," I told her. "As you know, Irene and I have hit a bit of a rough patch these last few months, and with my 40th birthday coming up, I haven't been in the greatest of moods lately," I said as Carol nodded in agreement. "Well, by accident, I was looking in Irene's closet and found some sexy lingerie that she must have just bought just for my birthday," I said with a smile. "Let me just say, that they would bring the dead back to life, if you know what I mean. So, it looks like I'm in for a wild weekend, and that's all I'm going to tell you," I said beaming.

"Gee, I was hoping for the promotion so you could take me upstairs with you," she replied. "Well, try to get some work done today, because you will probably be useless come Monday, if you even make it in," Carol said, as she walked out of my office.

I kept looking at the clock all day. "Jesus Christ. Will this day ever end?" I said under my breath at about 3:00. Finally, 5:00 hit, and I was out in a flash while yelling to Carol that I'd see her on Monday. Stopping at the super market, I bought all the items for the pizza, for tonight, and headed for home. "Maybe, she'll wear one tonight," I thought to myself. "There were three of them in the bag," I said to myself. "Let's see; Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. I can handle that," I said to myself as I pulled into the driveway.

Once again, Irene sat back as the kids and I mixed and kneaded the dough for the pizza. Terri cut up the toppings as Keith spread the dough on the pans. All in all, they didn't look too bad, but the kids thought they looked great. One of the pizzas got a little overdone, however, the other turned out perfectly. The kids marveled at how easily they could make their own pizza, and how good it tasted.

"I think they were better than the store bought-ones," Terri announced.

The only thing that kind of irked me, was that for the second day in a row, Irene just sat back and didn't join in. She didn't even offer any help. "Oh well. Tomorrow's the day, I said to myself, with a smile and a lot of anticipation.

Before we went to bed, the kids told me that they were going to make me breakfast, so I had better stay in bed until they were ready. "No problem guys," I told them.

I was already in bed when Irene came into the bedroom. I watched Irene take off her clothes, as she headed towards the bathroom. I was more than disappointed, when she appeared a few minutes later wearing an old college t- shirt. "Damn," I thought to myself. "I would have been satisfied, even with the purple, one tonight."

Irene slipped into bed, and then broke out her book to read. No wonder we never had sex anymore. She reads until almost 11:00 every night. I was a little irritated, but held my tongue. I sure as hell didn't want to mess up this weekend. I was about to say something, when Irene broke the silence.

"Remember Jim, I told Lisa I'd help her out on Sunday for a few hours, so I'll need you to watch the kids for me. I've also asked Lisa and Ken to come with us to dinner tomorrow night. I hope you don't mind? So you better get some sleep tonight, as you're going to need it, because the kids and I have the full day planned for you tomorrow," she said kissing me on the cheek, while going back to her book. 

"Damn, I guess that answers my question about whether I was going to get any tonight," I said to myself as I rolled over to fall asleep. "Oh well. At least Saturday it will be a night to remember. I wonder if the kids are spending the night with Lisa and Ken? Maybe, that's why they're coming with us tomorrow." I drifted off to sleep, with a smile on my face, and a hard-on in my hand, all the while wishing it was Saturday night.

At 8:00, the kids were jumping on the bed and screaming for me to get up and come down for breakfast. I grabbed Terri, threw her over my shoulder, while I latched onto Keith as I dragged them both to the kitchen laughing. 

"Happy birthday, Dad," they screamed out as I looked at the spread of food on the table. French toast, waffles, eggs, and sausage, it was all here. Irene sat with a cup of coffee, in her robe, and informed me that the kids had done it all by themselves. So, we all sat down, and ate until we were stuffed.

"Thanks kids. I really appreciated it," I said as I got up, kissed each of their heads, and then started to tickle them as I chased them around the house while laughing. They then explained, that they were going to cut the lawn for me, and sweep out the garage. They just needed a little help, in starting the lawn mower. Irene just sat back smiling, and sipping her coffee as she told me that, it was all their idea.

Needless to say, it took all of us three hours to do it all. If left on my own, it would have taken me only about an hour and a half. The kids were dirty, tired, and now a little bored with the whole thing. I told them to go inside and get cleaned up, while I washed the cars. By 5:00, I was finished and headed inside. 

I found Irene in the kitchen, on the phone, but as I reached for her, she pushed me away. "You're filthy and you stink," she yelled. "Hit the showers and get cleaned up. We have reservations for 6:15," she said as she went back to talking on the phone.

I was a little annoyed, but figured she'd blow my socks off later tonight, so I let it slide. I could remember when we first were married, how we couldn't keep our hands off one another and now, it was just the opposite. It used to be that, if things got a little stale, we'd sneak away somewhere, just the two of us, to reconnect. However, that hadn't happened in quite a while. I guess with the kids and work, there wasn't much time anymore.

Dinner was wild, with the kids wanting to run around. Lisa was ok, but I didn't care for Ken. He kept up with the "old, or over the hill," jokes and asked if I needed the little blue pill to get it up now that I was 40. I would have loved to tell him to "go to hell," but with everyone there I held my tongue. Lisa and Irene talked to themselves for; most of the night, and I was more than glad to bid everyone ado, and head for home.

When we got home, the kids started to get ready for bed. "I guess there will be no baby sitter tonight," I said to myself. They were pretty tired from the day's activities, so they were in bed by 9:00. I opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses to set the mood. I tracked down Irene and found her in the laundry room throwing in a load of wash. I reached out to hand her the glass of wine, but she stopped me.

"I've had more than enough to drink tonight already, honey, I'll meet you in the bedroom all right?"

"Hell yes, it was all right." I thought as I sloshed down both glasses of wine and headed for the bedroom. I brushed, flossed, put on a little cologne, and got naked under the sheets, when Irene came in yawning. She'd spent more time than usual, in the bathroom, and came out to her sex-starved husband in a stinking t-shirt. "A t-shirt?" my mind screamed. "Where's the black slinky one, or, the slutty red one I wanted her to wear tonight? What the hell was going on?" my brain cried out.

"If you want to fool around tonight, let's get to it, because all of the wine at dinner is making me sleepy," Irene announced.

"Be still my aching heart," I thought while getting angry. "I wait all damn week, to have her come out in an old t-shirt and tell me that if we don't get it on soon, she is going to fall asleep on me. What's the deal?" I was pissed and things were going downhill fast.

So began, a piss-poor, lovemaking session. She just wasn't into it. The kisses had no warmth or feeling behind them, no matter how hard I tried. While sucking and licking her nipples, she cautioned me that her period was coming soon, and that they were overly tender, so for me to please be gentle. She did, however, like it when I went down on her. I've always loved to eat pussy and tonight was no exception. 

For years, I'd asked Irene to shave her pussy for me, but she didn't like to even trim her pussy hairs, so she always sprouted a full bush. I pulled on the hairs with my lips and licked her slit to open her up. She has a tiny clit, which needs a lot of attention to get hard, but when it did, look out.

After licking and sucking on her pussy and massaging her clit with my thumb for about ten minutes, she was hot and dripping. Shoving in one and then two fingers, I could see that she was getting close. Even after three weeks I still had lost my touch. I feverishly finger-fucked her pussy, and sucked on her little clit, which was now, totally erect. 

"For Christ's sake, finish me," Irene screamed, as she pushed my face harder down on her cunt. "Ohhh Yes," she moaned, as I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers as she erupted. "Don't stop, don't stop," she cried out, as I continued working on her for what seemed like five minutes, before she came again and then went limp. Reaching down, she pulled me up to her face, kissed me on the lips, and informed me that, it was my turn.

I was expecting this great blowjob, but it wasn't to be, as I heard the same lame excuses; "it hurts my jaw" and "You last too long." 

"But, it's my birthday," I begged.

"Oh well. If your going to wine, I'll give you one," she relented. 

Can you say pathetic, out-loud, without getting mad? Because that what her blowjob was. She licked my dick a few times, gave it a weak suck, and then proceeded to try to whack me off. This was going nowhere fast. I was at the point of saying, "let's just get this over with," when she lay back, spread her legs, and said, "Lets do it."

How I stayed hard, I don't know. I was on top, pumping away as she just lay there waiting for me to finish. I almost stopped, but figured it would be at least two weeks before she would let me back in the saddle. Therefore, I figured that I had better take advantage of it when it was offered. I finally shot my wad and rolled over.

Irene was up in a flash and raced to the bathroom to clean up, while I just lay there. "If you throw a dog a bone, at least make sure it has a little meat on it," I thought to myself. Within two minutes, Irene was back in bed under the covers.

"That was nice she said," while kissing me on the lips. "But, you mister, smell like my crotch," she said as she rolled over onto her side. 


A Birthday Surprise Ch. 01



*seven weeks ago*

"Let me get this right -You want me to buy her a guy...for her birthday??"

My sister sighed.

"Em, c'mon. You said you needed an idea for a present, and this would absolutely put you in the running for 'Best Aunt Ever!'"

"Amy, I'm already the best aunt ever."

I mumbled, "That happens when you're the only aunt."

Then it was my turn to sigh, as I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead.

"But yeah, you're right, I DO need a great gift idea...Alright, fine...What do I need to know?"

*****

*today...Friday...10:30am*

Yeah, it would have been an awesome gift - if my niece Sydney wasn't sick in the hospital from her latest round of chemo. My sister, Amy, and her husband, Jack, keep telling me that she'll be fine, that it's just a temporary thing, and that she'll be back to her old self in a week or so. Sydney just called it 'bad timing'. She was a brave little almost 11-year old.

Sydney was supposed to be sitting here with me, but instead it was just me - and now 18 parents and 18 anxious 10 to 12-year old girls. I sighed and turned my iPod up a little louder, trying to drown out the nervous giggles and - somewhere to my left - the loud sobs of an overly obsessed fan. I looked down at the lanyard around my neck, to the laminated card with the number '5' printed on it. I then glanced up at the cardboard cut-out of the actor in his role as...I can't remember his name...some gladiator. Someone involved with this 'charity auction' had attached a flip chart to the shield the cardboard fighter was carrying. As I looked up a woman walked over and tore off the top page, silently announcing that it was the next person's turn to go with their adult - in this case, mom - behind the red and black curtain to 'oooh' and 'awww' over the actor who made this movie such a huge success.

I picked up my cell and sent a text to my niece:

'#2 going in now'

And, then a response from her, nearly instantly:

'do you have the posters & the list?'

I could feel the corner of my mouth turn up into a soft smile, my fingers moving over the keys, not nearly as fast as I knew hers did:

'you know I have both. talk to you in 30 minutes. calm down!'

I slipped my cell phone back into the outside pocket of the bag sitting between my feet, taking a quick glance at as much of the room as I could without being obvious about it. I had picked a seat that was against one of the longer walls of the rectangular room, closer to the bar that was at one end of the room than to the curtain-covered door centered on the wall across from me.

I watched an excited little girl drag her mother to the curtain, where a woman who seemed to take her job WAY too seriously stood. The woman checked the lanyard against a piece of paper on a clipboard, and then checked the lanyard again; all the while the little girl was dancing in place like she had to pee.

I thought to myself, 'So, Aunt Emily, this is what $500 gets you: sitting in a room with - now - 36 people, waiting to spend 30 minutes with some actor that you can't even remember his name, to ask him to sign a few posters for Sydney. This kid had better love this!'

I smiled to myself, knowing that she would indeed love this. I sighed again, when I thought it would only have been better for her if she were right here beside me. Off to my left, the sobbing girl got louder. It was to the point where my iPod was turned up loud enough to drown her out, but the music was so loud that my ears were killing me. I turned my iPod off, and that's when I heard what the problem was. She obviously had a higher number and didn't want to wait. That's when my decision was made.

I got up from my seat, and walked over to the way-too-serious woman with the clipboard. I pulled my ear buds out before she could look up at me, and I smiled when she did. Her face looked tired already.

"Excuse me. Hi. I was wondering if it would be a huge problem if I traded lanyards with that girl and her mom in the red shirt."

I tried to point them out without actually pointing to them, but the woman's eyes just briefly scanned the room and then came back to my face. It was then that I turned to look, really look, at the room. Nearly all the people in the room were wearing red and black clothes; some were even dressed in costumes like the cardboard gladiator wore. Most of the shirts were homemade, with appliqués of the actor's - Matt something, maybe? - face all over. There was even a girl dressed in a replication of the gladiator's costume, but her's was made entirely out of duct tape. It was actually quite impressive.

"Oh. Ummm...Okay. Hmm." I bit my bottom lip. "The red-headed woman with the crying kid?"

The woman nodded, instantly knowing who I was talking about.

"Look, I'm #5, and I know #3 is going to be going in any minute now. Honestly, that girl is driving me crazy with the crying. Please? I'll take my chances with whatever number she's got, if she's willing to trade."

Still looking at me, the woman asked, "You're sure?"

"I'm willing to take the chance. Besides, there's only twenty spots, right? What are the odds?"

She shrugged, and said, "Hey, it's up to you, good luck".

I thanked her, and she thanked me right back. I guess she's not a fan of sobbing kids, either. I made my way to the mom as quick as I could, careful not to step on anyone's homemade posters or anything else they had laying around. I noticed there wasn't an empty chair close, so I knelt down beside her. 

Before I could say anything to her, she looked at me with tired eyes and said "Don't say it. I'm trying to calm her down, and I'm sorry," as if she's already repeated those words a million times today. 

I smiled at her, and quickly said, "Don't worry, I'm not the bad guy here. I've got #5, and I'll trade with you, if you'd like so you can get her in and out of there and home again as quick as possible. No strings attached." I slipped my lanyard off from around my neck and offered it to her, almost losing the finger it was wrapped around when the mom grabbed it and took her's off to trade with me. 

I put it around my neck, and stood up to walk to my seat, with "thank you, thank you, thank you" coming from not only the mom, but a few other moms sitting nearby. I smiled weakly at them, not even imagining what they've been going through. Halfway back to my seat, I glanced down to see my newly inherited number. With the large number '20' glaring back at me, I changed course and headed to the bar.

*****

*Friday...3pm*

Here's what I know so far: Number Eleven just went into the room. The olives in the glass on the bar are for show, not for eating. The bartender's name is Sam, and I think that's a perfect name for a bartender. Sam is really, really sorry that it's a dry bar, and I think Sam is also really, really sorry that he's got to sit here and play babysitter for 10 hours today. Sam didn't tell me that, though. He handed me what seemed like my tenth glass of Sprite with a little smile, and then went back to the girls filling the other stools who were trying way too hard to pretend to be older than what they were. A quick glance over my left shoulder reminded me that we were only on number 11, and I sighed. The room was starting to thin out, but those who were left were getting more and more anxious. I, personally, was just bored. I had already called my neighbor Lydia to tell her about the '#5 to #20' thing, and she told me that it wasn't a big deal, to just stop by to pick up my dog Jasper whenever I got back to our building. I reached into my bag again to get my phone. Sighing, I picked my niece's name from the contact list and gave her cell a call.

Two rings. Three rings. Four rings.

And then finally, a very annoyed "Hello?"

"Hey kid, it's me."

"I know."

"You're still pissed, huh?"

Nothing.

"I'm sorry, Sydney, I really am. But the girl was driving me crazy!"

"If you would have kept your number five, you would have been out of there hours ago! Now you're stuck there until 7:30!"

I smiled to myself, knowing the little brat was 100% right.

"Hey, Syd - I know, alright. Listen, I really am sorry, but I WILL get in to see him, I promise. Is your mom...?"

"Mom, Aunt Emily is on the phone...for you!"

I couldn't help but chuckle, and I had to keep from breaking into a full laugh when I heard Sydney's exasperated sigh. Sam the bartender was in on the story from the beginning, and he gave me a 'been there, done that' look.

"Hey Emily."

My sister sounded tired.

"Amy, how's she doing?"

"She's a little...irritated."

And, then a smaller voice from the background, "I'm NOT IRRITATED!"

I laughed softly, and then told her again how sorry I was for all of this. She replied with, "Look, I probably would have done the same thing. It's not a big deal really. I'm probably going to hang around here, until she gets the call from you at 8 saying you got those posters signed, and then head home. I don't think she's going to be awake much more after that, so you can just bring those by the hospital tomorrow if you want. I know she'll be dying to see them and hear everything that happened. Oh, and while you're at it, could you bring back my pink and tan scarf that you borrowed two weeks ago and haven't returned yet?" she added, with a laugh.

There I was again - getting yelled at for playing dress-up with my big sister's clothes. Obviously, it didn't matter that I was 27, not 7. I looked down and saw the scarf curled up on the top of my pile of things that were my bag, my coat, the cardboard tube holding the posters, and the scarf. I still love how that shade of tan exactly matches my tan coat. My stomach started to rumble, so I thought I'd better go find a vending machine, or something.

"Listen, I'm going to go for a little bit, I've still got about 4 hours to go, and I'm going to see if I can find something to eat around here. I'll see ya at the hospital tomorrow."

I said goodbyes with my sister, put the phone away, and looked back to Sam. He gave me a sideways glance and rolled his eyes, while an excited girl was asking him about the bottles on the shelf behind him. I sighed, yet again.

*****

*Friday...7pm*

The carpet in this room is starting to annoy me. I don't know why, though. I think it's because I think it would look better in a funeral home, rather than in a convention center; swirls of browns and grays meant to give people headaches, I determined. I checked my watch again. 7pm. Number Nineteen just slipped behind the magic curtain. I wonder if the Great Oz is back there, and I've paid $500 for a 'You're on Candid Camera!' moment. Sigh. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten a thing since I left to catch the bus at 8 this morning, and my rumbling stomach is beginning to remind me of that fact. I saw moms, who were as prepared only as moms can be, with granola bars and snacks and juice boxes and bottles of water passed among the kids when they asked for it. The 'bar' was set up more for show than anything, but there were free non-alcoholic drinks. I had enough to drink about two hours ago, and I only sat there to talk to Sam the bartender because there was no one left at this point. And he was a good guy, don't get me wrong. As he started his cleaning up, I suddenly felt very under-dressed for this...occasion. While a few moms wore what I'd call 'office clothes', a few had been wearing slacks and t-shirts made at home with pictures of...Matt? Mark? Dammit, what is this guy's name?

"Hey Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"What's this guy's name?"

"What guy are you talking about?"

"The Great Oz behind the curtain."

He turned his full attention on me now, just looking at me.

"You...don't know...his...name?"

I shrugged, and guessed.

"Mark? Mike?"

Again, another blank stare.

"Sam, c'mon! I've got, like, 13 minutes before I go back there and make a complete ass of myself, because I don't know the guy's damn name!"

"You paid $500 to meet a guy whose name you don't know. Oh, that's definitely going on Facebook!"

"Sam!"

He was laughing now, and I was plotting his death.

"Simon...Simon Lowdry," and another deep laugh from Sam the soon-to-die bartender.

Simon.

I wondered if that was his real name, or if Sam was just being a smart ass. I decided to risk 'Simon', and just go with that.

11 minutes to go.

I checked around me to make sure I got everything that I came in with. My shoulder bag was sitting on the seat beside me, and my thin coat I wore in was laying on top of that. The scarf was back around my neck; I had decided it looked kinda cute against my medium brown and white layered t-shirts I was wearing. The cardboard tube that protectively held Sydney's most favorite posters that she wanted signed was leaning against the chair beside me, and her infamous list of questions she wanted me to ask for her was safely tucked into the front pocket of my jeans. Seems like I'm all set to go. I reached for my phone, and sent a quick '10 minutes, I'll call at 8' to Sydney's phone. I stood up, preparing to move to the chair closest to the curtain. Sam saw me stirring and, still chuckling, came to say bye.

"Mark? Really?"

"Shut up, Sam."

But I couldn't stop laughing with him, and soon we were both laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes. I checked my watch.

"Crap, 2 minutes. You've got my email, right?" He nodded, as he wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. I fumbled in my bag for my makeup to see exactly how horrible I looked. I added a little this, retouched a little that - good to go.

"Hey, listen...Not sure if you're gonna be here when I get out of there, but call me, okay? I definitely want you to meet my friend Lydia."

He smiled his cute little smile and said, "You got it, Markie."

I rolled my eyes before glancing over at the now sitting woman with the clipboard. The curtain opened then, and a near hysterical girl was being dragged out of the room by her mom. The woman with the clipboard didn't even bother tearing away to reveal the number twenty on the cardboard gladiator's shield; instead she just waved me over. Suddenly I felt really, really out of place. Biting my lip, I stepped through the curtain.

*****

*Friday...7:30...finally*

Walking into the room, the first thing I noticed is how much darker it is in here compared to the waiting room. Not that it was too dark in here, it was just...darker. The walls to my left and right were lined with cardboard cutouts of different guys dressed as gladiators, presumably from his movie. I had no idea, I'd never seen it. Blood and guts weren't for me.

"So, lucky number 20, huh?"

I turned my head to look forward, to the short balding man in front of me, who stood only an inch or two more than my 5'5".

"Yeah, that's me."

I looked around, not really sure how something like this works.

"OK, well, first thing's first...Where is she?"

I looked at him, confused.

"Where is who?"

"Your...daughter?"

Still looking at him, I asked, "What are you talking about?"

It was his turn to look at me now.

"You...came alone?"

I nodded, wondering how odd that was. Was it odd?

"Oh, I see," and then he gave me the weirdest look, like I had two heads or something. This bald little man was starting to annoy me, and I wasn't ready to put up with him after the day I've had.

"Look, do I get my 30 minutes, or what?" I asked probably more impatiently then I should have. I instantly regretted it, but I wasn't going to dare apologize for it.

Then I heard him. Well, I heard his laugh. A deep chuckle, but slightly muffled. When the bald little man in front of me stepped to the side and waved me past, I could see him sitting behind a dark wood table, his face in his hands. His laugh had quieted, but his shoulders were still shaking. Looking around the room, I was sure that my jeans and layered t-shirts were way too under-dressed for this.

While his left hand fell into his lap, his right hand moved back through his hair, messing it up just enough to not look messy, like every hair had landed right where it was supposed to. When he finally lifted his head up, his eyes were warm and friendly, but his face was drawn and tired looking. His smile was easy though, and he motioned me over to one of a pair of empty seats off to the side of the table he was sitting behind. Across the room, the short little bald man joined another man and a woman, but no names were exchanged and I have no idea who they were. I smiled as I took the closest seat towards me, and he settled into the other one, his long legs stretched out.

"You look like hell." Seriously, did I just say that out loud? I could feel the blush in my cheeks starting already, but not before I heard the low murmurs from across the room.

Then he laughed again, this time louder and with more feeling than the chuckle from before. He slowed to a low chuckle, and then said, "So how do you look the way you do, and I look like hell?" My defenses were up, and I was instantly mad at him. How dare he say that to me! Who did he think he was to talk to me like that? But before I could say anything, his hands came up defensively and there was a true look of regret on his face.

"No, no, I didn't mean it that way. I meant, you look great, and I look like hell. I hardly think that's fair, that's all. Dammit. I'm sorry if I insulted you, I really didn't mean to." His hands came up to cover his face, and he mumbled something behind them. I reached out to touch his arm, to tell him that it was alright, that I was sorry for the misunderstanding.

"Please, don't touch Mr. Lowdry."

Then before I could think, I snapped to the group of three, "What is he, an exhibit at the Louvre?"

Then again, that same hardy laugh from before. But this time, I couldn't help but join in. His laugh was infectious, sincere in it's most basic form, and addicting. Before I knew it, those same tears that were running down my cheeks when I was laughing with Sam not 10 minutes ago returned, and I couldn't stop laughing. The hours of being stressed and bored in that room on the other side of that curtain were finally catching up to me. He stopped laughing before me, and when I realized he'd stopped, I suddenly felt very self-conscience and stopped laughing too. I was looking down, shaking my head. 

'You look like hell.' God, I could never tell Sydney I said that to him - EVER!

When I finally looked up, he was looking at me. His chocolate brown eyes warm and caring. His brow furrowed; he looked like he wanted to say something, but not sure about it.

"What is it, is something wrong?" I asked carefully.

He smiled, his lips parting slightly.

"Nothing wrong at all, just..."

"What?"

"I'm afraid of...offending you again. I didn't mean to, I swear." Then a pause. "What, you're looking at me weird."

"You're...English." It was a statement, not a question. The snickers were there again, but this time came from across the room. I looked back at him and shrugged, and this time he dropped his American accent all-together, and the words just flowed easier. 

"I am, yeah. Sort of odd for someone to not know that about me, so I'm sorry if I'm caught a bit off guard. It's easier, when I do these sorts of things, to put on the American accent. I've found that it confuses some of my...younger fans." He chuckled again. I could tell this was the real him; his body language was much more relaxed, his smile was back, wider than before, and his arms were crossed on his chest. Yeah, definitely a comfortable pose.

"What about you, you're from around here?"

"I am, yeah. I grew up about an hour from here, in a small farming town. Then I moved into the city about 2 years ago. Me and my dog, Jasper, share a place." 

'Lord, why am I telling him all of this?' I thought to myself.

"Just...you and Jasper then, hmm?" and I felt the blushing come back. I could do nothing more than that, though I was desperately thinking of a smart ass comment to make him blush just as much. But it was him that broke the short silence. "Was that you I could hear laughing outside right before you came in here?" His eyes were smiling as he waited for me to answer.




A Birthday Surprise Ch. 01



"Yeah, that was me. Sorry about that - the bartender made me laugh." Again, more blushing.

"Hmm, interesting. What did he say to make you laugh then?"

I put my forehead into the palm of my left hand, closed my eyes, and mumbled, "Oh, god..."

'This is going to be embarrassing.' I thought to myself.

When I lifted my head and opened my eyes, I realized that he was now bent over in his chair, his elbows on his knees, his face a few inches from mine.

"Was that the wrong thing to say again?"

His look of worry was genuine, and I could do nothing more than smile at him.

"No, not at all." I sighed and closed my eyes. "He was laughing at me because I didn't know what your name was."

"Oh, I see." Then he was quiet. Great, now it was my turn to insult HIM. But before I could stammer out a weak apology about not having a TV and not being into 'those' kinds of movies and really being a nerdy homebody that rarely goes to any kind of a movie...did he just laugh?? I risked opening my eyes to look towards him. And he was laughing again - elbows still on his knees, head bowed down, laughing.

He shook his head.

"I don't even know your name, and you are by far the most interesting person I've met all day." It sounded like he said that more to himself than to me, but it still made me smile.

"Ten minutes left." a voice called from across the room. This seemed to make us both realize that we were rather quickly running out of time.

"Right, okay." He straightened up in his chair, looking at me. "I'm sorry I've wasted so much of your time. Is there something I could sign for you, or something?"

"Actually, yeah, there is. My niece was supposed to be here with me today - this was my birthday gift to her - but she's sick and couldn't make it," I rambled on as I fought to get the three posters out of the tube. He stood up and motioned to the large table he was sitting behind when I first walked in the room, and he helped me weigh down the corners of the first one. He asked what I wanted written on them, and I asked if he could just sign the first two but write 'Happy Birthday, Syd!" on the last one. He easily agreed, quickly signing the first two, but seeming to take more care with the third. I couldn't help smiling, picturing her face when she finally saw these.

Remembering the questions Syd had printed out for me to ask him. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the list, unfolding it. "Sydney wanted me to ask you a few questions, if that's all right?"

The woman across the room spoke up, and said in a bored voice, "Mr. Lowdry will not answer any questions about either any possible sequels to 'Colosseum' or any questions involving his personal life. Mr. Lowdry is a very private person and wishes for those things to be kept...private."

I looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"That's my publicist, and those are her rules, not mine. Ask away." he said with a smile as he started to roll up the posters and return them carefully to their tube.

"Ummmm, alright." I took a deep breath. "Number 1: Do you have...Oh. OK. Number Two: Will there be...Nevermind"

I took a second to scan through Syd's questions, trying to find one of the 14 that wasn't relationship or sequel related.

"May I?"

I looked up at him; he was handing me the tube with one hand, and asking for the list with the other. I bit my bottom lip, shrugged, and handed over the list. He turned to the desk, and I watched as he went down the list answering every single question, writing the answers beside the questions with his marker. I turned to face the table, and took note of his answer to question 6: 'Do you have a girlfriend?' Standing beside him, I whispered, "Thanks." He replied with a wink.

"Simon, I really don't think that's a good idea."

'His publicist sounds like a schoolteacher.' I thought to myself.

"Miriam, it's fine." he answered simply, and one of the men announced that there were 3 minutes left. I took the answered list, refolded it, and put it back into my pocket.

"Thanks again, she's going to really love this. It'll definitely make up for me telling you that you look like hell." I admitted in a low voice. He turned so his back was against the table, and he smiled at me. All I could do was smile at him as I felt the room suddenly get smaller. I hadn't realized how much taller he was than me; he was at least 6'2"...and why didn't I notice the soft curls in his hair before? A medium brown, longer on the top than on the sides, and just a tad messy. He ran his hand back through his hair, but I think it was more out of habit than anything.

"OK, I gotta go." I thought I'd better get out of there before I stood there for the next hour just staring at him.

I stepped away from him towards my jacket and bag, putting my coat on quickly and then slipping the strap of the bag over my head to rest on my left shoulder. I held out my hand to him. "Thanks again....Simon." and I couldn't help but smile a little as I said his name.

"You're very welcome, Sydney's aunt." His hand easily enclosed mine, but he held it ever so gently.

"It's Em..," and before I knew it, I was being ushered towards the door I had come in through. In just a few seconds, I was outside in the waiting area I was stuck in for nearly 10 hours.

'This place is pretty creepy when it's empty.' I thought as I looked around. I headed to the empty front desk outside the glass doors at the end, hoping to find at least one person who could help me figure out how to get out of here. I turned the slight corner and went through a set of glass doors that locked behind me, and saw a mass of young fans waiting outside the building.

"Shit, the posters!!"

I was instantly sick to my stomach as soon as I realized I had left them on the desk in that room. I turned, hoping to catch the doors before they closed, but I already knew it was too late. I started pounding on the glass, calling for help, tears forming in my eyes when I realized no one was coming. I stood there with my forehead pressed to the glass. How was I going to explain this to Sydney? I turned my back to the glass doors, looking around to see if there was anyone who could help me, but the hallway was empty. With my back still pressed against the locked doors, I slid down to sit on the floor, wrapped my arms around my knees, and cried. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint Sydney, and that's exactly what I ended up doing.

I don't know how long I was sitting there, but I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a faint 'tap, tap' over my left shoulder. It was immediately covered by the high-pitched squeals of the few dozen girls who were waiting outside the building. I turned to see who was tapping at me and, just on the other side of the glass parallel to my face, was Simon with that same crooked smile I saw just a few minutes ago - and he was holding the cardboard tube! I stood up quickly, and started to frantically pull on the doors. He did the same on his side, and we soon realized that it wasn't going to be opened by us. I saw his lips moving to say something, but the screams drowned out any chance I had at hearing him. All I could do was stand there and shrug and point to the crowd outside, hoping he'd realize why I couldn't hear him. A few seconds later, his group of three and a few others came from around the corner, and he went over to them. I could do nothing more than just stand there, watching. The screams seemed to be getting louder outside, if that were at all possible. Someone in the group handed him a piece of paper, and he came back over to where I was standing. He held the paper up to the glass, and in block letters he had written 'are you alright?' Wiping away a tear, I nodded yes and pointed to the cardboard tube he had left lay against the glass. He was noticeably relieved by this, and wrote down 'don't go anywhere' on the other side of the paper for me to read. I nodded to him, and he went back to the group. There was a security guard there, and he was on his radio talking to someone. 'Why couldn't HE just unlock the damn door?' I wondered to myself. He seemed to be getting annoyed at the woman talking to him, and I wondered why. He kept running his hand back through his hair, looking more and more agitated.

My head started to pound, and leaning my forehead on the cool glass felt good. Images of Sydney's face when I told her that I screwed up and lost the posters - I closed my eyes to block the picture. I don't know what I'd ever say to her, how I would explain it. How could I apologize for something like that? The room seemed to start spinning ever so slowly, and I put one hand up on the glass to steady myself. I was once again aware of just how little I had eaten, and I wondered absently if the granola bar I ate 14 hours ago would be enough to last all day. The ringing in my ears had gotten louder. Screaming, not ringing. Screaming. I tried to open my eyes but I just couldn't do it. I was tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep.

I didn't hear the keys in the lock on the other side of the door when the second security guard got there to unlock it, but I heard the voices around me - a hand under one elbow, a voice asking me if I was alright. I nodded and mumbled that I was. I turned to look at the group, my eyes fighting to open under the harsh lighting. Just the act of turning around made the room spin like a top, and I found myself trying to keep balance.

"Whoa, hang on." A pause. "No, I've got her, get the door."

His voice, again. English, deep, strong. 

I felt like I was floating, only the dizziness that I felt before was still there. I dared to open my eyes, only to realize that I was being carried.

"No, put me down, I can walk." I was horrified that he was carrying me around like I was a child, even though I still didn't trust my feet. A wave of nausea hit me, and I immediately closed my eyes again and turned my face into his chest to try and hide the brightly lit corridor. I carefully opened my eyes when we stopped, and realized I was right back in the room I had just left. He gently sat me down on the couch, and someone was pushing a glass of water into my hand.

"I'm fine, really. I'm sorry, I have to go, I can't miss the last bus and..."

"You're not going anywhere in the shape you're in. Just sit for a few minutes, please. I'll make sure you get home safe."

He was kneeling down beside me, one hand on the back of the couch I was sitting on. I looked at him, then around the room. His group of three were there, and both security guards. How was I going to get away from this?

I looked at him and offered my own crooked smile.

"I don't think this was included in the original price of my ticket, was it?"

Simon's face still looked worried, but he forced a smile.

"You'll get a bill for all this in a few days." He paused. "Can I get you...anything? I'm sorry, I don't know what to do for....this, exactly."

"I'm fine, I promise. Really. It's just that I haven't eaten anything since I got here, and then I realized that I'd forgotten the posters, and when I tried to open the door to come back for them, it was locked and..." I sighed. "Look, I really do need to get going." He nodded and stood up, then offered his hand to help me up. My hand slipped into his easily, and his free hand moved to support my elbow as I stood.

"How are you feeling? You alright?"

I closed my eyes and sat back down. "No, dizzy." His hand was still holding mine, and he sat down on the couch beside me.

"OK, how about this: I've got a car here to take me back to my hotel. If my management

team came with us, would you let my driver take you home?"

"What time is it?"

He checked his watch.

"8:20."

I knew that I'd missed my chance of catching the last bus of the night.

"If someone could just call me a taxi, that would be fine. I don't want to be a pain."

"You can't even stand up; there's no way in hell I'm putting you in a cab."

I put my head in my free hand, quite enjoying his hand holding mine.

"Okay."

"Yeah? You'll let me take you home? Well, not me but...you know what I meant. Really?" He sounded relieved. I heard a throat clear across the room and he told me he'd be right back. Low murmurs floated over to me, but I couldn't make out the words. His voice broke through, and his words were perfectly clear: they were talking about me.

"No, I don't think this is some sort of a stunt, and I don't give a fuck about my 'reputation'."

More mumbling.

"Miriam, c'mon. Drop it, alright? Just get the car please."

I heard her heels clicking on the floor as she walked out of the room, and I opened my eyes when I felt his weight on the cushion beside me. I looked over to him and could only mumble an apology.

"Don't apologize, not because of her." He ran his hand back through his hair, absentmindedly. "Do you think you could walk some, if I helped? They say that the door out of here is fairly close, just around the corner and down a hall."

I nodded.

"I think so, yeah. I'm really sorry..."

He held up his hand to stop me.

"That's enough of that."

Then, looking over at his team, "We ready?", and the little bald man nodded. Simon stood up first, and once again offered me his hand. I took it immediately, desperately wanting to walk out of there under my own power, but knowing I might need just a little help getting started. My bag had found it's way to the other end of the couch, so I grabbed it and slipped it on my shoulder. Simon picked up the cardboard tube and, with a smirk said, "I'll carry it this time." I couldn't help but smirk right back. I stood up and steadied myself, and found that the wave of dizziness that was there the first time seemed to have gone away. I took a tentative step to cross the room, then another. My feet seemed to be more sure of themselves now, so I nodded to him and let my hand slip from his. Simon responded by walking on my right side with his hand on the small of my back.

Out the door, down a short hallway, around a corner, and down another slightly longer hallway. I stumbled twice, but he was right there to steady me. All I could think about was Sydney's face and her beaming smile, and that helped more than I thought it would. Once we got to the double doors that led outside, the first security guard had the keys to it and unlocked it, then opened it slowly. Simon's gentle pressure on my back urged me to go forward, and I stepped through the doorway out into the alley, to the black sedan with dark tinted windows. The driver was standing there with his hand on the door handle, ready to open it for Simon.

"Simon, Simon!"

"Oh my god, it's him! It's HIM!"

"SIMON!"

There were about a dozen fans in the alley, and all of them were screaming his name. Some waved posters, one that I saw had a dozen red roses for him. The driver of the car had the back door of the sedan opened, and Simon ushered me in. I climbed in quickly, assuming he was going to follow right behind me. I also assumed that one of his group of three was going to join us, so I moved as close to the opposite door as I could, giving them as much room as possible. Big mistake - there immediately were hands pounding on the darkened glass, and I could hear the two security guards telling the crowd to get back and to get away from the car. The noise was so deafening; I covered my ears with my hands, closed my eyes, and bent over, trying to drown out everything that was happening. I didn't hear Simon climb into the car, but the slamming door made me jump.

I turned to him and snapped, "What the hell is going on?!"

He was sitting on the seat, but turned towards me. He held up his hands, twisting them, looking at the floor for an explanation.

"Simon?"

"They told me that it was going to be a limo picking me up. I don't give a rat's ass either way, but that's why I suggested that they came with us. And they said this was a safe exit, and it obviously wasn't, and that's why they were here. Not 'they' the management, but 'they' the fans. Then Miriam...fucking Miriam...running her mouth, telling me not to get in the car, like I'm a god damn child and not a 31-year old man. Who the fuck does she think she is?" He finally stopped to take a breath, and looked at me. My eyes were wide; not from fear (I felt surprisingly safe with him), but sheer shock at his outburst. The pounding on the windows died down, the shrieks and screams got fainter, and I realized we were pulling away from the building. I turned to look out the back window, and I noticed his team of three were all on cell phones. When I looked back him, he was slipping his cell back into his pocket.

"They're going to be calling me, I know they will. They're not my idea, just so you know; the studio hired them to keep me in check. Apparently they think I need a babysitter." His face twisted, like he had more to say.

"What is it?"

He ran his hand back through his hair, and he sighed, his eyes lowered.

"This is turning out badly. I just wanted to help, and now it feels like I'm kidnapping you, or something. If I have the driver take you home first, then it'll seem like I'm following you; if I have him drop me off first, then it'll be like I'm feeding you to the wolves." His eyes looked at me. "I don't know how to make this right."

"Where are we going?"

"I told him to just drive around the city." he shrugged.

I thought about this for a minute, and my stomach grumbled. I had to ask.

"Are you hungry?"

My question seemed to catch him off guard.

"Uh...what? I mean, yeah, I could eat."

I leaned up to the driver.

"Do you think you could hit a drive-thru, please? I haven't eaten all day and I could really go for a sandwich. Something, anything."

"Yes ma'am. There's a McDonald's a few blocks away, would that be alright?"

I looked at Simon, he shrugged and nodded.

"That would be perfect, thank you."

"Yes ma'am."

"Ugh, 'ma'am' is my grandmother." I muttered more to myself than to anyone else. I sat back in the seat and looked out the window, trying to figure out how I ended up here. I looked over at Simon and noticed he was looking out of his window as well. And...was he smiling? I couldn't help but stare at him, willing him to turn to look at me. After what seemed like forever, and he didn't turn his head, I cleared my throat loudly. He turned his head then and he was, in fact, smiling.

"Now what?" I asked, half expecting a smart ass answer.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

He grinned when he answered.

"I thought I was going to be having dinner alone again tonight."

"Oh no, this isn't 'dinner together' - you're kidnapping me, remember?"

"Ha!", and then he motioned out the window. "Your dinner has arrived, m'lady," and I had to chuckle at his overly-drawn English accent.

"You know, you're not nearly as charming as you think you are." I laughed.

"Yeah, I am." 

He winked, and I blushed.

"Ma'am?"

I blinked and turned from him, my cheeks still bright red. I looked out the front window and saw that we were pulling into McDonald's. The driver pulled up so that my window was beside the speaker.

"Thanks for choosing McDonald's, can I have your order?" a bored voice came from the speaker.

"Ummm...Can I get a #2 with a Diet Coke?" I looked to Simon to see what he wanted, but he was already leaning across the seat to shout his order: a #3 with a Coke. I leaned up to the driver to ask if he was hungry (which made Simon chuckle), but he gave a polite "No thank you, ma'am." I told the disembodied voice that that was all I needed; we got our total and drove around to pay and pick-up our food. I reached into my bag for my wallet, but Simon was already reaching over me to hand a $20 bill out the window to the rather surprised girl. I breathed in deep with him that close; whatever cologne he was wearing suited him perfectly. She was giggling like a schoolgirl when she handed him his change, and I couldn't help but look at him. He was smiling politely, and that seemed to be enough to bring the girl into near hysterics. When we pulled up to the second window, the first girl was up there, trying to catch another glimpse of him. But this time he had a small crowd gathered at the pick-up window, and even the manager of the place was there to hand our food to us. I got the drinks first, passed them to him, and then the bag was handed to me.




A Birthday Surprise Ch. 01



"Is yours the #2 or the #3?" a cute little blonde girl asked with a giggle.

"Uhh...Mine's the #3. You didn't take a bite of it, did you?" he asked with a wink and a smile. The car started to pull away, and I looked back to see two of the girls hanging out of the drive-thru window, screaming Simon's name.

"So...this is normal for you, to have girls screaming your name everywhere you go?" I couldn't help but smile, wondering (for the second time tonight) how I got here. I reached into the bag to sort the sandwiches as he divided up the drinks and sat them in the dual cup holder.

He shrugged as he took a bite of his sandwich, and thought as he chewed.

"It's gotten worse since the movie came out, obviously. But, I dunno...I guess you just learn to live with it."

"And it doesn't bother you?"

"Well, I think I would consider myself a private person, so that part of my life is rather difficult to handle with all of...this." he said, waving his hand. "But, then again, this is the job I've chosen to do. It's just a bit more public job than a lot of people have. Like you, for example..." he checked his watch. "What would you normally be doing at nearly 9pm on a Friday night?"

I finished chewing the bite of my sandwich I had just taken.

"Well, I dunno. I'm not a 'bar person', so I probably wouldn't be out somewhere. Maybe at a friend's house...Wait. Did you say it was almost 9?" He nodded, chewing on a french fry.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

I sat my sandwich down on the seat between us, and reached into my bag for my cell phone. It was on 'silent', so that's why I didn't hear the 7 calls I'd missed. "Oh god, she's probably asleep. Amy's phone - I'll call Amy's phone." I nodded at the conversation I was having out loud with myself. My hands were shaking as I scrolled through my contacts, searching for my sister's number.

"Please answer, please answer, ple...AMY! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!!"

"Jesus Christ, Emily - where have you been? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, no, I'm fine, I promise. It's just been a crazy night." I heard my niece's voice in the background. "She's still awake??"

"Yeah, Em, she is. You told her you'd call at 8, and she's been waiting. She took a nap earlier, so she's more awake than I thought she'd be. The doctors are saying she'll probably get to go home in a few days. They moved her to a non-isolated room this afternoon, so that's a plus. Wait, hang on, she wants to talk to you." I could hear muffled talking, and then Sydney got on the phone. I mouthed 'my niece' to Simon, and he nodded, taking another bite of a french fry. He wiggled his eyebrows as he chewed, and I just had to chuckle.

"What are you laughing at??"

"Oh Syd, sweetheart. I am SO sorry! I know I was supposed to call an hour ago but it's just been...hectic."

"Are you home? I tried calling there, but no one..."

"No sweetie, I'm not home. It's...complicated." That seemed to be the perfect word to describe the last hour. I glanced over at him, shrugging my shoulder. He responded by reaching for the phone and raising his eyebrows, silently asking me if I wanted him to talk to her. I shook my head, but I still didn't know what I was going to tell her.

"You saw him, didn't you?"

I smiled at Simon.

"Yeah, I saw him."

"Was he cute? Oh my god, I bet he was really cute in person...Was he??"

I sighed loudly.

"Yeah, Syd, he was cute." This made Simon laugh out loud, which ended in a coughing fit.

I could feel my cheeks blushing. How embarrassing!

"Who is that??"

"It's a long, long story Syd. Hey, let me talk to your mom real quick, okay?"

I could hear the phone being passed again.

"Em?"

"Hey, Amy...You think I could stop by tonight? I'm in the city now, I could be there in 10 minutes. Just say 'yes' or 'no' - I don't want her to know I'm coming. Let me surprise her for not calling at 8."

"Yes, so I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye Em."

"See ya in a few minutes, Amy."

I closed my phone and looked at Simon. I opened my mouth to ask if I could be dropped off at the hospital, but he spoke up before I could.

"You've got to go, don't you?"

I nodded.

"And I feel like I need to apologize for it, though."

"C'mon, don't be silly." He held up a french fry. "At least I didn't eat dinner alone tonight."

I held up my drink.

"A toast then, to not having dinner alone."

Our paper cups tapped lightly, and we each took a drink. I returned my cup to the holder and leaned up to the driver.

"Could you please take me to Children's Research Hospital? The main entrance is on Lexicon Avenue, near the parking garage."

"Yes ma'am. We're just a few blocks away."

"Thank you." and I sat back in my seat.

"Your niece...You said she was sick, I didn't think you meant that she was that kind of sick."

I nodded and simply said "Leukemia."

"How...is she doing?"

"She's doing better than I'd be doing in the same situation." I smiled. "She got sick again about a week and a half ago, and her doctors wanted to give her a few rounds of chemo, just to be on the safe side. Something like that, I really don't know all the details and I've probably even got that wrong. Her birthday is in a few days - she's going to be 11 - and I was bringing her to meet you for a birthday present. Those posters you signed for her..." - I absentmindedly touched the cardboard tube that was resting against my leg - "...are going to make her ecstatic. So, thanks again for that."

"It was my pleasure, really. You remember earlier, when I said that you were the most interesting person I'd met all day?" He was looking at the floor, a nervous smile curling one corner of his mouth up.

Trying to lighten the mood, I said, "Gee, I just thought you said that to all the girls."

He turned to look straight at me.

"Not all the girls." He ran his hand back through his hair. "Hey, I could come up to meet your niece if you'd like, since she missed coming earlier?"

My breath caught in my throat, and a smile grew on my face. I was trying to think of a way to spend more time with him, and was coming up with nothing. I had convinced myself that once I left the car, that would be the last time I saw him.

"Simon, you really don't have to do that. I mean, it's a very generous offer, but I couldn't ask you to do that. It's late, I'm sure you're tired."

He held up a hand to silence me.

"Well, you said that you couldn't 'ask' me to do it, so since I offered, then it's settled. Unless, of course, YOU don't want me to."

"No! I mean, of course I do. I mean...wow. Yeah, I think that would be great. Thank you, that's really sweet of you."

A few minutes later, we were pulling up to the doors to the hospital. The driver got out to open my door, and I climbed out with Simon moving across the seat and exiting behind me. He asked the driver to park in the parking garage, and told him that we'd find him when we were ready to leave. Simon was carrying the tube with the posters; I had my bag over my shoulder and was leading the way inside. We made our way down this hallway and that one, turning left then right then right again. He was walking fairly close to me, and I noticed he kept his head tilted down. I wondered if this is how he always walked, or if this is how he walked when he didn't want anyone to recognize him. People passed us as we walked, and more than one person's face lingered on Simon, as if they knew who he was but couldn't quite place where the knew him from. I looked over my shoulder at him. "You're sure about this?"

"Absolutely sure."

I smiled up at him. "Thanks again." He replied with a wink.

"Ummm, could you do me a favor?"

His eyebrows raised in a silent question.

"When you meet her, could you use your English accent?" I couldn't help but laugh after I

asked it.

"Fish and chips and all 'at?

I playfully smacked his upper arm. "Simon!" His laughing joined mine, and we soon found ourselves in the elevator to take us to Syd's floor.

The door opened on the 6th floor, and when we stepped out of the elevator I asked the nurse at the front desk what room Sydney was in. We headed to room 617 but before we walked in, Simon gently grabbed my upper arm and turned me to him.

He whispered. "Hey, I've got an idea - why don't you go in first, act like you forgot the tube, and I'll come in and save the day."

"Just remember, Simon...You're not that charming." I added with a genuine smile.

"Yeah, I am. You'll see." His wink made my knees weak. Damn him! I walked into Syd's room, and nearly ran right into my sister.

"There you are!" She grabbed me and hugged me tight. "You've had me worried sick!"

"Amy, I'm sorry. I'll explain all of this later, I promise." I winked at her, and she seemed to understand that it would all be alright. I turned to Sydney, laying in bed propped up by what seemed like 10 pillows.

I sat down on the edge of her bed, and handed her the folded up list of questions that Simon had answered. She took the list, opened it with a quizzical look, and stared at it. I think her eyes were trying to believe what her brain was telling her. "Yeah, he answered all of those himself, even though there was a woman standing there telling him not to. So...We okay now, Syd?" I asked with a soft smile. She squealed and hugged me tight, and I took that as a 'yes'.

Finally letting go of me, she sat back in bed.

"OK, details. ALL of them! What did he look like? What was he wearing? Tell me everything he said to you? Did he sign all of my pos....?" She stopped mid-sentence, looking around. Her face told me that she knew I hadn't carried them in. I wasn't exactly sure how I was supposed to 'act' like I'd lost them.

"I can explain, Syd..."

And that's when he did, in fact, save the day. He turned the corner and walked into the room, his face beaming with mischief.

"There you are - I knew you'd leave these behind again! Good thing I finally caught up to you." I just looked at him and shook my head. The English accent was definitely there, and thicker than before. "You must be Sydney!" He handed the cardboard tube to my niece, who just stared up at him with her mouth hanging open. My sister had joined us around the bed.

"Simon, this is my sister Amy. Amy, this is Simon, the guy from this afternoon."

She looked at me and whispered, "You...kidnapped him??"

"Amy!"

*****

Simon was great, he really was. We spent the next hour giving details of our day, to how he ended up at the hospital with me tonight. Sometime into it, Sydney regained her senses, realized she wasn't dreaming, and actually turned human again. She was asking him all kinds of questions about the movie, and he generously offered answers. He posed for a few pictures with her; I think the one of him kissing the back of her hand is going to be the hands-down favorite. When he looked to my sister and asked her if he could talk to her for a minute, I was a little curious, but I took the opportunity to ask Sydney what she thought of my birthday present. She was in the middle of telling me how great of an aunt I was when laughing from the doorway made us both turn to look at them.

Syd asked, "Hey, what's so funny?"

Amy looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"He doesn't even know your name??"

Looking only at me, he said with a soft smile...

"I didn't until just now. It's nice to finally meet you, Emily Porter."

I knew this wouldn't be the last I saw of Simon Lowdry, and that made me smile back at him. 



A Birthday Surprise Ch. 01



"Excuse me. Where do you think I spent the last 15 minutes bitch," I said to myself. It took all of my efforts not to yell, and I probably should have, now that I think about it, but I didn't. I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face, and went back to bed. 

I didn't sleep all night. "If she didn't wear any of those outfits tonight, what was she saving them for?" I asked myself. "Could she be cheating on me? No way that, Irene would ever do that to me, but what about the lingerie?"

Sunday sucked. I no longer was in that jovial mood any longer, and everyone sensed it from the moment that I came downstairs. I drank my coffee in silence, and turned down any request for breakfast. Irene reminded me that she was leaving at 1:00 and should be back by 4:00. I mumbled something and just kept reading the Sunday paper.

When she left, I grabbed the kids and said, "let's get the heck out of here and go to the mall." That brightened up their spirits, as there was no reason to take it out on them. We were just getting ready to leave, when I went into Irene's closet to check on my "supposed" birthday gifts. Damn. Two of them were gone. The purple and black ones were missing. "Maybe, she returned them," I thought to myself. "But, why not all three?"

Irene was already home cooking supper when we got back after 5:00. The kids told her about going to the movies at the mall and how I had bought them each a new outfit, and they showed her the bags before they ran upstairs. Dinner was quiet and the evening was even worse. I avoided Irene, because I probably would have yelled, "What the hell is going on?" and I wasn't ready for what I might hear. So we just went to bed.

I was up and gone before anyone came downstairs on Monday morning. I don't even remember the drive to work, or most of the morning. I returned everyone's greetings with a weak smile as I stayed in my office. By 10:00, I'd put out two fires when one of my vendors called to say he was going to be three days late on his delivery. I proceeded to chew him up and spit him out, and with my door wide open, everyone heard. By 2:00, I'd gotten into it, with two more vendors, on deliveries and pricing, when Carol stepped into my office.

"What the hell is wrong with you Jim? If you don't stop, we will have no vendors left, and you and I will be out of jobs. I can't afford to be unemployed. Can you?" she asked me. "Hell. I thought you'd be on cloud nine after the weekend you probably had," she snickered.

"Let's just drop it. Ok?" I replied.

"Looks like the weekend wasn't as great as someone thought it was going to be," Carol said with a concerned look on her face. "And with the way you've been acting all day, I can probably assume it sucked."

I thought for a moment, and then said, "what the hell. I never saw one of those outfits all weekend," "And all I got was a quickie Saturday night. To top it all off, Irene took off on Sunday for a bunch of hours and took along two of the three outfits. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was having an affair."

Carol just stood there with her mouth open. "Jim. Think about it. Irene would never cheat on you. She loves you."

"That's what I thought too, until these last few months, and now, I'm not so sure. She's got time for everyone else, but me, and I'm sick of it. I'm going to watch her like a hawk and get to the bottom of it starting this week," I told Carol.

"Well, just don't do anything stupid; without any facts. All right?" she asked me. "Have you thought of talking to her about it? Maybe there is a logical explanation," she stated.

"Yeah right, Carol. I can just see me saying, "Irene, are you having an affair or screwing someone else?" That would go over real well. Even if she was having one, she deny it anyway," I told Carol. "I'll just watch her and if I catch her, I'll put her to the curb. Life is too short to go on the way we've been living these past last six months. And I'll watch my temper from now on; I need this job as much as you do. So let's get back to work."

For once I was glad to be at work, because my home life was tense. We were back to walking on eggshells around each other and the kids noticed the change. 

"What's wrong with dad?" they asked their mother on Thursday night. "He stopped making breakfast and isn't even here when we get up anymore. I liked having breakfast as a family in the morning," Terri told her.

Irene had also noticed the change; from the jovial Jim to 'Attila the Hun,' but wasn't sure why. She was just getting used to the "new" Jim, when he vanished over the weekend. Maybe, if she'd been a little nicer to him, maybe they would reconnect again. Lately she'd been getting her sexual releases elsewhere, and had been neglecting Jim too much. After Sunday, she'd make it a point to take matters in hand, and put things back to the way they were or should be.

Saturday night Irene reminded me that she was helping Lisa for a couple of hours again, on Sunday, and that wouldn't it be fun to Bar-BQ steaks when she got back. I mumbled something about picking up steaks and that I would have everything done by the time she got back. "By the way, what are you helping Lisa with anyway?" I asked.

"Just some stuff with her new business that's all," she explained. "She just started it, and I wanted to give her a hand, until she got established," Irene told me. 

I nodded in agreement, and said that I was going upstairs to change. When I passed by Irene's closet, I decided to look in. "What the hell?" There were now, two new outfits, besides the red one in the bag. I wanted to grab the bag and throw it on the kitchen table and ask what was going on, but I had another plan. Calling my mom, I asked if she could watch the kids for a few hours. In that way, I could see for myself what was going on, if anything.

Saturday night, I wanted to shake Irene and ask her if she had any idea what she was doing. I wanted to tell her that if she was messing around, our marriage was over. You know how, when you get so pissed that you just want to scream? Well, that's how I felt all the time. But instead of screaming, I started drinking. Three beers at dinner, and a few more after, and by the time I hit the bedroom, I was in no condition to do anything. 

Irene smiled at me, and asked if I wanted to fool around. I just looked at her, and told her I didn't need her pity sex, and went to sleep.

I woke up twice, and thought for a moment that I heard her sobbing, but I just went back to sleep. Breakfast was tense, and after the kids were finished and outside, Irene spoke up.

"Jim I know we haven't been that close lately, but your comment last night was uncalled for," she began. "I never give you pity sex. I always enjoy sex with you," she told me.

Not wanting to get into it at that moment, I told her that I was taking the kids over to visit their grandparents and that later tonight I would talk to her about it. I kissed her on the cheek, and said that I would see her when she got back. Then I went out to get the kids.

After dropping off the kids, I waited in my car unseen for Lisa and Irene well hidden down the block. When they passed my car, I pulled in right behind them, about five car lengths behind. I felt like some type of bastard in tailing my own wife, but I needed to find out what the hell was going on.

The two of them drove out of town and pulled into a Best Western just off the turnpike. I watched them get out of their car, check in, and then go into rooms 108 and 109. Soon afterwards, a car with two other women came, and also went into room 109. Maybe Irene was telling the truth. Maybe she and the others were just helping Lisa with her books and such.

I was just about to leave, when two cars full of men pulled up. About six guys knocked on 108 and Lisa let them in. "What the hell kind of business was Lisa running anyway?" I said to myself as I slowly walked up to the room.

I could hear music playing, as another car pulled up. Three guys got out and walked up to the door and knocked. A guy opened the door and yelled out to hurry up, as the show was about to begin. I walked into the room with them and stood behind one of the guys. All of the furniture was pushed to one side of the room as Lisa emerged from the adjoining room.

"Remember guys. Cash only, and no credit cards," Lisa explained. "You are bidding on the outfit and not the girl, that is unless the two of you work something else out," she said with a laugh. "Each girl has two outfits, so if you're outbid on the first, you'll have a second chance. With that, let's get this show on the road," she said as a tall blonde came out with the sheerest piece of lingerie I'd ever seen. It left nothing to the imagination, and she had one of the best bodies I had ever seen.

The bidding started at $25 and soon got up to $200, and finally topped $300. The lucky bidder and the model went to the other room and about 5 minutes later he came back with a big smile on his face. I asked the guy next to me, "what happens in the other room?"

"Whatever the girl will let happen," he told me. "I've heard stories of blow-jobs and fucking orgies after all the bidding is done, but this is my first time here so I can't be certain. However, I brought lots of money with me," he said while showing me his wad of cash.

The second girl, a short brunette, with small tits, came out with a floor-length see-through robe. "Hey guys," she started. "Wouldn't you like to see your woman in something like this?" she asked as she opened it to expose her great body, "or out of it?" she said with a smile while twisting her nipples and rubbing her pussy.

The crowd went wild, as the bidding went over $350 and topped out at $375. The guy next to me had the winning bid and rushed over to the girl. She led him into the next room and he came back about ten minutes later. As he sat next to me, I asked him what he got. "For an extra $75.00, I got to feel her up and she gave me a blow job. If I would have had an extra $50.00, I could have fucked her. Oh well. Maybe next time."

Lisa came in from the other room again. "All right guys. The next model needs no introduction, so lets put your hands together for Carry." The crowd erupted and everyone stood up. I couldn't see, but heard a lot of hooting and whistling. Standing up I saw what the commotion was about.

There stood Irene, in the red outfit, I had found in the closet last week. With her nipples sticking out, everything was there for the world to see. Then it caught my eye. Her pussy was bare. She'd shaved. She was now walking around, twisting her nipples, and asking the guys how they'd like to see their girl in an outfit like this. With my cell phone, I took two pictures and a 10 second movie of what was going on. I hadn't seen Irene look that hot for me in years. She tossed her shoulder length, brown, hair from side to side, as she teased the men while caressing her body as they cheered. 

I wiped a small tear from my eye, as I watched the bids go from $100 to $250 and then to $400. When the bidding looked like it was over, I spoke up.

"Two cents," I yelled over the crowd.

"Hey buddy," someone spoke up. "The bid is $400. What's this crap about two cents?" he asked.

I stepped forward and Irene saw me. "That's all my marriage is worth right now," I said and walked out. 

There was a lot of commotion, as Irene tried to get to me, but the guy who had bid $400 grabbed her arm. "Come on babes, I have an outfit to take off of you," he told her.

From what I heard later, I was in my car, and long gone before it all settled down. My cell phone never stopped ringing, so I just turned it off. When I pulled up to my parent's house, my mom came out with a concerned look on her face. 

"Irene's trying to get a hold of you, and she sounds really upset. Do you know what's going on, son?"

I told her that we were having problems and asked her to watch the kids until Irene got home. "Where are you going Jim?" she asked.

"Just away for a bit to think," I told her and went home, or what used to be my home. I packed a suitcase and headed out. Where I was going, I wasn't sure sure. At least now I knew why she hadn't been in the mood lately. She was getting all she could handle on Sunday afternoons. How could I have been so stupid?

About an hour out of town I found a small motel and checked in. I went down to the corner store and picked up two six packs and settled in for a long night of drinking. I knew it was going to take at least eight brews to put me under, so I could sleep tonight. Even still, I woke up in a cold sweat three times.

Monday came way too damn early. I turned on my cell and had twenty-two messages from Irene and my parents, I deleted them all. I called Carol at work. 

"All right. What the hell did you do yesterday, anyway?" she began. "Irene's been here crying non-stop, while saying that you left her. What gives, boss?" she asked

"Carol, first things first. I'm taking vacation days for today and tomorrow to get a few things straight. Reschedule my meetings until Wednesday, and make sure to call me if anything goes sour. You can reach me on my cell phone," I told her. "Irene and I are done. I caught her cheating on me yesterday, and like I said, I won't put up with it."

"Sorry boss. I guess she was stupider than I thought." Can I do anything for you?"

"Not right now. I need to find a new place to live and a good attorney. Besides that, I'm not really sure at the moment," I told her. I talked to personnel and took Irene's name off my 401K and life insurance policy. I then went to the bank and took 50% of our savings and opened up a new account in my name only. I made sure that she had enough money in the checking account to cover expenses; I still had two kids to worry about. Finally cancelled all our credit cards.

On Tuesday, I met with our corporate lawyer and got two recommendations for attorneys that could handle my divorce, for a reasonable price. I talked to both of them in the afternoon and settled with one, who I arranged to meet on Thursday afternoon. Everything was coming together except my marriage that was now in the trash.



A Birthday Surprise Ch. 02



Various Sides Of The Story

I would like to thank, The Hip and Knee Doc for his extensive help in redoing this final chapter. I know a lot of readers were waiting on this chapter, and some may not like the way I ended it. So, if you do liked the ending great, if not, I guess you'll just have to slam me; I'm getting used to it; but at least I'm getting better.

*

"So that's what my wife has been doing with Lisa on Sunday afternoons," I thought while hitting the steering wheel, as I pulled onto my driveway and stormed into the house. Irene had mentioned that Lisa was starting up a new business, but I never paid much attention to it. Even when I agreed to take care of the kids, for a few Sunday afternoons, while she helped Lisa, I had never paid it any mind. That is, until I noticed the missing lingerie.

"No wonder Irene never wants to fool around anymore," I yelled, as I paced back and forth in the kitchen. "She was getting all she wanted on Sunday afternoons. Bloody hell," I said to myself as I now wondered how many times I had eaten someone else's cum out of her pussy. I almost didn't make it, as I ran to the toilet before throwing up. "The bitch," I said rinsing my mouth. I may not have been perfect, but at least I was trying to reconnect. I was unlike like her, who was pimping herself out.

Irene's Story

Lisa knew something was wrong when Irene started screaming. Her first thought was that one of the guys had gotten out of hand. However, when she got into the other room she caught just a glimpse of Jim walking out the door.

"Oh crap," was the only thing she could say. The guy who had won the bid was trying to talk to Irene as she openly sobbed while sitting on the floor. "Listen guys. We need a 10 minute break, and then we'll start up again," she told the crowd as she pulled Irene into the other room. "What the hell happened?" she asked Irene.

"Jim was out there, and saw me," Irene said between her continual sobs. "He must have followed us Lisa. He knows," she screamed as she fell on the bed crying. "He'll never understand or believe that nothing was going on. I know he's going to divorce me," she wailed.

Lisa now felt badly for getting Irene involved, and believed that it was partly her fault that this had happened. Lisa then tried to call Jim on his cell phone. She needed to try and explain that, it wasn't as bad as it looked, but her call just went to voice mail. Lisa told Dixie, the tall blonde, that she needed for her to take over. She then threw a robe on Irene, and shuffled her out to her car. 

Irene then called Jim's parents. Through her sobs, she asked them, if they had seen Jim. When his mother said no, Irene told her that, if she did see him, to have Jim call her immediately. 

Irene was a basket case by the time she and Lisa arrived home. She ran into the house, while half expecting Jim to be waiting for her. She called his name while running upstairs and then found to her horror, that his closet was now half-empty. She then slumped on the bed and thought to herself; "Damn, he's really left me." 

Irene called Jim's parents again, and asked if they would watch the kids until Monday. They were concerned and asked what was going on, but all Irene would tell them, was that she and Jim were having a problem. Damn. It wasn't a problem any more. It had developed into a full-blown marital meltdown.

What could she have been thinking when she agreed to be a lingerie model at Lisa's parties? She and Jim had been in a real rut, for the last couple of months, but now she may have blown her entire marriage. Jim was a great father and provider, but they didn't have the spark between them that they had once had. She didn't feel desirable anymore and their lovemaking had become mundane at best. Jim always made sure she got off, but their lovemaking had become, how would you say? Just plain boring. She no longer looked forward to it anymore.

When Lisa told her about her new Lingerie party business, Irene thought Lisa was out of her mind, when she asked her if she wanted to be one of the models.

"Are you nuts?" she told Lisa. "I'm thirty seven going on forty and I don't have the body of a twenty-five year old anymore. Hell. I haven't worn anything even remotely sexy like this for the last ten years," she said while looking at some of the outfits Lisa was showing her. "Even if I did do this, Jim would go nuts if he found out."

"Look. You could wear some of the less revealing outfits, and only go as far as your comfortable. Hell, I've already lined up three more models, for each party, starting tomorrow," Lisa explained. "If my figures are right, each model should walk away with $300 easy, for a couple of hours work, and I know you could use the money," she told Irene.

During the first party, Irene just sat back and watched. The girls strutted their stuff, talked to the crowd in a suggestive manner, and watched the bidding rise. The winning bidder got the privilege of taking the garment off the girl and that was all. Each girl modeled two outfits, and the bids were never less than $350.00. Each model walked away with almost $400.00 that day. Two of the models, stayed over with a few of the guys after the party, but they were on their own, and Lisa didn't care what happened after she had left.

During the second party, Lisa talked Irene into modeling one of the more concealing pieces. Irene was sweating bullets as she went into the room with all the male bidders. She flicked her head back, told the guys that this outfit would make their wife's or girl friends feel like screwing them to death, and just stood there with her hands on her hips. The guys went wild, hooting and hollering, as the bidding escalated upward and ended at $410.00. Irene led the lucky bidder to the other room and just stood there petrified as the young man pealed the clothes off of her, and took a few liberties, before running back into the other room.

"What a rush," Irene thought to herself, as she just stood there, naked, after the guy left. She did not know exactly what to do next. Lisa came up, handed her a robe and asked her how she felt.

"That outfit was soaked by the time he took it off me, if you know what I mean," she beamed. "I've never felt so wanted and sexy in my entire life," Irene told Lisa as she started coming down from her sexual high. "When he took it off, and touched my breasts and pussy, I almost came right there. God. What a feeling. Do you have another outfit I can model in for the second round?" she asked while almost begging Lisa.

"Easy girl. Remember that you have a husband at home, and we don't want this to get out of hand now. Do we?" she warned. Irene, however, never heard a word that Lisa said, as she was already watching the next model working the crowd in the next room. 

Irene's second outfit was a lot more revealing, and she worked the crowd like a carnival barker. She even gave them a little flash of her tits as the bidding skyrocketed. The second winner took a long time, as he removed her outfit. She let him go a lot further, than the first guy, by really letting him feel her pussy as he removed her thong.

Irene left with $400.00 cash, in her pocket, for two hours of work and headed home. God was she on a sexual high. They had bid on her outfits, but what they really wanted, was her body. Good looking, young men who would have paid almost anything to get into her panties. 

"Damn. I still have it," she said proudly to herself. Her new problem was in calming down and getting back to normal before she went into her house. Her pussy was sopping wet and her nipples were still rock hard, as she walked into the kitchen.

"Have fun?" Jim asked her. 

"Yes, I guess so. What do you guys want for supper tonight anyway?" she asked as she changed the subject. As she pulled out items to thaw, she told Jim that she was going upstairs to take a shower. His eyes lit up, as he asked her if she needed company. She told him no, but maybe later, as she started upstairs. 

Jim wasn't surprised by her response. He had gotten used to it, and was getting tired of even asking anymore. If she wasn't going to try to meet him halfway, what was the point of even trying?

In the shower, Irene's fingers relieved the sexual tension that was about to burst. Leaning against the back wall, she worked her swollen clit with one hand, as she fingered herself with the other. Damn, it didn't take more than a few minutes before she erupted, while biting her lower lip so as not to make too much noise. "God I needed that" she said to herself as she caught her breath, already thinking about Lisa's next party.

After a few parties, Irene was pushing the envelope more and more each week. Even on Jim's birthday Saturday, all she could think of was Sunday's party. Jim had been in such a great mood all week; taking care of dinner, and helping with the kids, that she thought she had it all; a great husband and family. 

She drank more wine, than she normally did, when they went out to dinner that Saturday night and was a little blitzed when they got home. After getting the kids to bed and cleaning up, she was almost about to fall asleep.

Irene knew that Jim would be looking for sex that night, but she really wasn't in the mood. She knew he would be pissed if they didn't have sex, so she made herself available. Like always, Jim was consistent, and got her off without too much trouble with his tongue. However, when he asked for a blowjob, she was a little taken aback. 

Jim knew she didn't like to do that. "Why does he have to keep pestering me to do it?" she thought to herself. She made a lack luster attempt, and he got annoyed and just finished, without much fan fair. She didn't even have a clue, how really angry Jim was, because she was more concerned about herself and her plans for Sunday afternoon.

Sunday's party with Lisa was a huge success. They had set a new record, but the other girls started to offer additional sexual favors, for an extra fee, and Lisa was starting to get concerned.

"If you girls want to get a few extra tips, I don't mind, but in the future, you will need to get your own rooms," Lisa explained to them. "With my luck, we will get busted and end up in a world of deep trouble. So, from now on, any extras need to be done somewhere else, or at least you need to wait until after I leave," she explained. However, two of the girls did give blowjobs that week, but that was all. 

When Jim turned from Jeckle to Hyde the following week, all she wanted to know was, "What's his problem now?" The kids seemed concerned, and she'd thought that the reason for his good mood, the previous week, was because he was finally getting out of his funk, and that they would be a close couple again. However, that wasn't going to happen.

It went down hill all week, and by Saturday, they were barely talking. Jim had drunk more than one too many beers, by the time they went to bed. When Irene offered herself to him, she was shocked when Jim slammed her and turned her down for sex.

"What the hell was a pity fuck anyway?" Irene said to herself. Even though she hadn't seen fireworks during their lovemaking sessions for a while, she still enjoyed making love with him; as long as he did most of the work, that is.

When Jim turned over to go to sleep, it finally hit Irene how bad their sex life had become. She knew she hadn't made much effort lately and when Jim tried to get something started, she guessed that she had turned him down, most of the time. For the first time, she thought that her actions gave Jim the impression that she didn't love him anymore; though that wasn't the case. "Oh God. What have I done?" she thought while sobbing quietly. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. I'll make sure he knows that I still love him."

Sunday was a flurry of events. Jim was taking the kids to his parent's house and wasn't ready to talk with Irene right then and there. "We'll talk later tonight," is all he told her. By that time, he was leaving and she was getting ready for Lisa's party.

The party was going great until she heard Jim shout out his bid, and walk out. Her perfect world crumbled and her persona along with it. With Irene sobbing and trying to get Jim on his cell, Lisa had her hands full. 

Lisa drove Irene home to an empty house. "Lisa believed that Jim was beyond angry, but she didn't really believe it was quite as bad as it looked. Irene hadn't done anything too out-landish. Hell, she hadn't screwed any of the guys, but Jim didn't know that. 

Lisa then called her husband, Ken, and told him what had happened. She asked him to drive around and see if he could find Jim. By 9:00, Ken returned to Irene's house without having any luck.

Ken ripped into Lisa and Irene. "I can't believe you talked Irene into being one of your models. What the hell were you thinking? Now you know why, I wouldn't let you be one of the models," Ken yelled at Lisa. "If I had walked into that motel room and saw what Jim probably saw, your ass would already be on the curb," he told her. That didn't make Irene feel any better, but by now, she was all cried out.

Irene tried to find Jim on Monday, but he had not gone to work. She saw Carol, who didn't know where he was, only that he was taking vacation days on Monday and Tuesday. Carol told her that Jim had found the lingerie in my closet and thought that Irene had bought it for him; that is, for his birthday. When she hadn't worn it that weekend, Jim had thought that she was fooling around on him. Well she had, but really hadn't, but he would never believe that now after what he had seen in the motel room. Irene told Carol to tell him that she needed to talk to him, but Carol made no promises.

By Tuesday night, the kids were asking about their father and all Irene could say was, "Daddy and I had an argument, but he'll be home soon." They started crying and asked if we were getting a divorce, and all Irene could do was cry herself. What a picture; the kids and their mother crying, hugging one another, and all because Irene had done something really stupid and gotten caught.

By Wednesday morning, Jim was back at work, or at least going through the motions of working. Carol asked him if he'd talked to Irene, and Jim told her, "he never wanted to talk to that slut ever again," and closed his office door. Irene tried to catch Jim at work but he had already informed Carol, that she was not to forward any calls from her. They were at a real impasse. Jim left at 5:30, went back to his motel room, and drank himself to sleep for the second straight night.

Thursday was a replay of Wednesday. Irene tried in vain to get Jim to at least talk to her, without any luck, and by 2:30, he left to meet with his attorney. Irene was able to talk to Carol briefly.

"Carol, how's Jim doing? Has he said anything about me, or the kids?" she asked.

"I don't know what to tell you Irene," Carol started. "I've never seen him in this frame of mind before," she continued. "You know that he's meeting with a divorce attorney this afternoon, don't you?" Carol didn't hear a response, so she said, "Irene, are you still there?" but all she could hear was her crying in the background. "You know, just because he's seeing someone, doesn't mean he's going to go through with it, you know. He's just probably seeing what his options are. That's all," she told Irene. "If he comes back this afternoon, I'll tell him you called and have him at least call the kids. It's not fair to them to be put in the middle."

"Thank you, Carol" was all Irene could get out as she hung up. 

Carol did get a hold of Jim, and raked him over the coals about the kids. "I don't give a damn what Irene did to you, but your kids are hurting, and they think their partially to blame, so please call them tonight, preferably when you're sober," she chastised him. Jim said he would, and thanked her for caring. "Jim, get your head out of you ass. Put your pride and ego to the side, and at least talk to Irene. If you two can't resolve it, well then you can say at least you tried," she told him as she hung up. 

Jim ended up at the local watering hole after work and was finishing his second beer when Ken came up behind him. "I knew I'd find you eventually," Ken told him as he sat down on the stool beside him. "For a while, I thought you dropped off the face of the earth," he said with a smile as he motioned the bartender over. "Give me a lite and another one for my friend." 

"Friend?" Jim spat out. "Friends don't get friend's wife's to fuck around on their husbands," he said louder than he probably should have. "Friends don't pimp friends wife's out, do they now?" Jim asked him.

"I guess I deserve that, but I had no idea what the two of them were doing until all of this crap came down," Ken told him. "I ripped them both a new asshole and told Lisa that if I'd walked in and saw what you probably saw, I'd have kicked her to the curb like I guess you did to Irene," he said as he took a big swallow of his beer. "Just for the record, Irene wasn't screwing the guys or anything else if you're interested. I guess the only thing she was letting them do was to take the outfits off her, and maybe feel her up a bit. I don't blame you for being angry, but do you really want to throw away your marriage because of this?" he asked.

Jim was sitting there taking it all in, when Ken finally finished. "I hear what you are saying, but she did it all behind my back, and even lied about it. Irene's been cold towards me for the last eight months. Hell I'd almost forgotten what her pussy looks like up until last Sunday. You see, she saved it for the guys she was strutting her stuff in front of and letting them paw her," he almost yelled. "So it's not all about what she's been doing on Sunday afternoons; it goes a lot deeper than that. I just don't trust her anymore, and I think I'm just tired of playing her stupid games, and putting up with her mood swings," Jim told Ken.

Ken had always thought Irene and Jim had the perfect marriage. It was a shock to hear that he was ready to end it without even trying to salvage it. "Well buddy, don't go off half cocked and do something you'll regret later," he told Jim. "Hell Jim, no marriage is perfect. Lisa and I have both done a lot of stupid shit over the years, and if it wasn't for the fact that we loved each other, we would have been divorced a long time ago. Now, I've got to get home, before Lisa skins me alive. See you around and if you ever want to talk, you know my number," he told Jim as he walked away.

When Ken got home, he grabbed Lisa, told her not to say a word, and headed over to Irene's house. She was fixing the kid's dinner as they walked in. "Hi guys. How's it going?" Ken said to the kids as he walked into the kitchen. They looked up briefly and then went back to eating. "Boy, this is a somber group" he said to himself. "Irene, I need to talk to you in the living room, now," he told her, as Ken led Lisa into the next room.

A few minutes later Irene came in and sat down. "I found Jim," Ken started to say as he saw Irene's eyes open wide. "But, he's not coming back here, at least not for now," he continued as he watched Irene's eyes swell up as she began to cry.

"I don't get you women," he said loudly. "You have a husband who treats you like a queen, and you screw him over." Irene started to say something, but Ken stopped her. "You can talk when I'm done," he told her. "A man's ego is a very fragile thing and needs to be stroked every once in a while, or he starts to doubt himself."

"Is Jim good in bed?" he asked Irene point blank. "Does he get you off?" Irene nodded as Ken went on. "What do you do for him in bed? Do you caress him, talk sexy to him, or give him what he asks of you, like you expect of him?" 

Irene thought about it for a minute, and then shook her head no. "I thought not," he told her. "When's the last time you tried to put a little spark back into your love making? When's the last time you initiated sex with him, or even flirted with him?" Ken continued. "The way Jim describes your sex life, it is like making love to a cold fish," which took Irene back. Holding up his hand to stop her; "his words not mine. How many times in the last 6 months has Jim asked to make love to you and you turned him down flat, and when you did it, how much effort did you put into it?"




A Birthday Surprise Ch. 02



Irene knew that everything Ken was saying was true. She loved to be on the receiving end of the pleasure, but rarely put any effort into doing anything for Jim. She'd worn all those sexy outfits for strangers and had even shaved her pussy for them, but not her loving husband. What the hell had she been thinking of? Those guys had made her feel young, desirable, and mostly hot again. She had let them touch her, take liberties that were reserved, supposedly for her husband. She had come home, ran upstairs and gotten herself off instead of grabbing Jim and balling his brains out; even though he asked. 

As Irene slumped back onto the couch, Ken finished. "That my girl is what you're up against. As Jim sees it, you gave something that was his, to someone else. Even if you do succeed, in getting him back, which right now appears doubtful," Ken told her. "You had better learn to respect him, as a man, and a loving husband. You need to, become his slut in the bedroom. I know a million women that would give their eye teeth for a man like Jim," he told her. "Jim won't be lonely very long, I promise you."

With that, Ken grabbed Lisa and headed back out to their house. While leaving he added, "I hope it works out for the two of you." 

Ken's slap in the face was what Irene needed. When did she become so selfish? They'd had a great marriage, the last time she looked, but now as she thought about it, that was a couple of years ago. Wasn't it? She couldn't remember the last time they had mind-blowing sex. Hell, they used to. What happened? She was trying to get her brain around it when the phone rang.

"It's daddy" Terri beamed as she cried out. She was talking a mile a minute into the receiver as Keith yelled for Terri to let him talk to him. Terri talked for about 5 minutes and Keith took his turn. He filled him in on what was happening at school and such and then came the big one. "When are you coming back home dad?" he asked. I guess he didn't like the answer as he handed the phone to Irene. 

Irene's heart jumped a beat, as she grabbed for the phone. "Please Jim, we need to talk. I need to explain to you honey. Are you coming home? Please?" she cried out.

"What the point Irene? What can you possibly say that would explain your actions or what I saw?" Jim told her. "Hell, for the last year, I've felt like you're a damn roommate, instead of your husband, and I'm just tired of it. I need you to take the kids over to my parent's house on Sunday, so I can pick them up there," he instructed. She started to say something about him coming home, so they could all do something together, but he stopped her. "You're the last person I want to see, or talk to, if you haven't got that through your thick skull yet," he said loudly. "There is no us any longer, so please just do what I've asked," and he hung up. Irene slumped into a kitchen chair, as she hung on to a now disconnected phone. 

The following week, Irene answered a knock at the front door. "Irene Paulson?" the lady asked.

"Yes, can I help you?" Irene answered.

"You've been served," was her only reply, as she handed her a large manila envelope.

That was the last thing Irene remembered, until she awoke in her bed, with her mother putting on another cold washcloth on her forehead. "You fainted dear," is all she told her. "Lisa couldn't reach Jim, so she called me. How are you feeling?" she inquired.

Lisa now remembered the server, and started to cry as she explained to her mom what had transpired without going into too many details. Her mother thought, what a stupid girl she had raised, but said nothing; Irene was feeling low enough, and there were the kids to think about.

She stayed with Irene and the kids for the next two weeks, so Irene could get her head straight. Jim still wouldn't talk to her, and her parents did hire an attorney, to look out for their daughter's best interests. 

Jim had proposed a 50/50 split, with Irene living in the house, until the kids finished school. Then it was to be sold and the proceeds split. He left money in the checking account, to pay for the household bills, but had taken 50% of their savings. 

Six weeks later, Irene talked to Lisa. "I want to model for your parties again," she told her.

"Are you nuts?" is all Lisa could think. "This is one of the reasons Jim left, and you want to start up again?"

"Look, I can't take back what I've done, and Jim still refuses to even return my calls, not that I can blame him. Jim and I are history. In a couple of months, I'm going to be a divorced mother of two, so what's the point anymore? Money is getting a little tight, and the last thing I'm going to do is crawl back to Jim and ask him for more, I've done enough to him. So Lisa, this is my only choice, until I can find some full time work," she told her. 

"Look at yourself Irene. You've lost at least 10 pounds, your hair is filthy, and you look like hell. Girl, I've seen crack whores that look better than you. Clean up and I'll think about it," she told her.

Irene took her kids to her mothers that Sunday morning and said she would be back before dinner. She didn't tell her mom what she was doing, and she didn't ask. That Sunday, she went through the motions, but did manage to walk away with about $300 dollars. A couple of the guys had asked for a few extras, but she told them no, maybe next time. Had she sunk so low that she was now considering selling herself? She was about to say, "if only," but that only happens in the movies, and she was now in the real world, alone for the first time; and scared to death.

So life went on for the next three weeks. Irene kept house and on Sunday afternoons, she strutted her stuff to make ends meet. It was the fourth Sunday that all hell broke loose. She was modeling her second outfit, a sexy yellow one, and realized that the bids were unusually low. She knew her heart wasn't into it anymore, but she needed that extra income. The starter on her car had just gone out, and one of her crowns had fallen off. The dentist wanted $400.00, upfront, to rebuild it, and put it back on. Now without insurance left her in a quandary.

"What's the matter guys?" she asked. "Don't you recognize a hot piece of ass when you see one? Hell, I'm so wet right now, you could probably wring out this thong. What there is of it," she said as she started to finger herself to the amazement of the group. The bids picked up and hit $325 as a guy in the back called out $500. "Now, that's more like it," Irene told the crowd as she strutted her stuff. "If that's it, lets go next door so I can properly thank the buyer," she said with a big smile on her face.

The winning bidder came forward, wearing a ball cap and sunglasses, and followed her into the adjoining motel room. Irene was sitting on the bed when he walked in. "Come and get what you bought," she said as she stood up and offered herself to him.

"I understand for an extra $50, there might be a little more on the table," he quizzed her. Lisa started to say something, but Irene stopped her.

"You expect to fuck me for an extra $50?" Irene said with an indignant look on her face.

"Hell no," he shot back. "I don't know how many dicks have already been in there. I was thinking more about a blow job," he said as he started to unbuckle his belt.

"Why don't you just fuck off?" Lisa said, as Irene had to physically hold her back from slapping this smart-ass guy. 

"It's all right Lisa," Irene told her. "But it'll be $100.00 and you can't shoot in my mouth," she told him. "I may now be a whore, but no one but my husband is allowed to do that," she said as she reached for his dick. Tears started to fall, as she sucked his dick. "She had really hit rock bottom hadn't she?" she thought to herself, as she worked to get him off quickly. 

"Suck it bitch," the guy yelled, as he forced his dick deeper into her throat. "I'll bet if this was your husband's dick, you'd be doing a better job?" he taunted her. 

"Screw it, I've done some stupid things in the past, but no more," Irene screamed. "I've never done this for anyone, but my husband, and I'm not going to start now," she yelled at him. "So, if you want a blowjob, find yourself some other whore," she said as she threw the money back at him. 

At that point, the guy took off his hat and sunglasses and threw them on the bed. "Jim?" was all she could hear herself scream, as the next event unfolded.

Everything seemed to go into slow motion, as the cops came through the door. They were yelling orders and screaming for everyone to get on the floor, but there was Irene with her top around her waist, on her knees with a guy's cock a foot from her mouth.

They handcuffed everyone and put them into the back of three police cars. The guys in the other room scattered and the police let them go. They had gotten who they were after. The motel manager had wanted to keep out of trouble, so when the police set up the sting for that day, he went along with it and had said nothing to Lisa. That was because the previous after party-activities had gotten way out of hand. Word on the street, was that for $100 dollars, you could be part of a gangbang, with a couple of good-looking models.

Lisa called Ken to bail them all out and within two hours they were all standing in front of the courthouse. "You guys really messed up this time. They're charging you with prostitution," he said shaking his head. Irene asked about Jim. "He told me he didn't want Irene's pimp, bailing him out of jail. A lady named Carol, bailed him out 15 minutes ago," Ken told them.

"I warned you both, but you just wouldn't listen. Lisa, your business is done, over. Do you hear me? If you're lucky enough to beat these charges, and don't end up in jail, you and I will be having a long discussion about listening to your husband. And for you Irene, I thought that maybe losing your husband would be a wakeup call. I guess all the jokes about dumb blondes are really true," Ken said walking away. 

Three days later, the lot of them was standing in county court, in front of a judge. Jim's lawyer addressed the judge. "Your honor, there was nothing illegal going on in that motel room. There was, nothing, but a lingerie show put on by Lisa Daugherty and her models. That's all. The money exchanged, was for the articles of clothing that the models were wearing," he explained.

"What about the oral sex the police witnessed as they broke into the room?" the state's attorney asked. 

"Well, your honor. You can see from the records, that the two parties are husband and wife, and they were only playing out a fantasy that they've been thinking about behind closed doors," he replied.

"I don't believe it," the judge replied. He asked that Irene and Jim approach the bench. "I see that there is a divorce decree on my docket for next week, but I guess you two are still legally married, and can do whatever you please in the confines of a motel room. However, I sense that there's more to it. I see here, that you have two school-age children," he said looking at the file in front of him. "What do you think would happen to them if I threw you both in jail, let's say for a month or two?"

A look of anguish came over the two of them. "Let's see, loss of job for you Jim, the children in foster care, until the two of you are out, and all of your friends and family knowing how stupid the two of you are. Ok now, this is how it's going to play out, not for you two, but for the sake of the children. Jim, you will move back home today with your family. The two of you will go through six months of mandatory counseling, and after that period, if you two still want to divorce, so be it. I will get monthly reports, and if you don't abide by my rules, I'll throw the book at you. Do you understand?" They both nodded.

Jim collected all of his stuff, and moved into the basement of their house. Sunday night's dinner was tense, but the kids told Jim how happy they were to have their father back. No more than ten words were exchanged, between Irene and Jim, before he went downstairs to bed; and that's how they started up again.

The counseling sessions were more like shouting matches at first. Slut, whore, and bitch, were only a few of the nicer words that Jim called Irene; but after a month that changed. Both saw how they had grown apart and put everything else ahead of their marriage. 

Irene saw how self-centered she had become, and how she had taken Jim for granted. Jim on the other hand, was still angry with Irene for shutting him out. 

"If I had wanted a relationship like she has given me for the last year, I would have moved in with my sister," he told the counselor. "She gave it up for everyone, but me," he shouted.

"You know that isn't true, don't you Jim?" he was asked. "True, Irene did a lot of things she's not proud of, but she didn't go to bed with any of the men. I think the main problem is, that you two stopped talking to each other. You talked at each other, but not with each other," she told them. "For the next week, I want you to spend one hour a night, after the children are in bed, talking to each other about how you feel inside and how you want to proceed. Let's pick this up one week from tonight. Shall we?" 

It was a quiet ride back home, but at least dinner was pleasant. The kids were now used to Jim being home. Irene and I started to talk, not about heavy issues, but just about how our days were, and about the kids. The first night was tough. Neither one of us wanted to start, but after a few minutes Irene took the lead.

"Jim, I'm so sorry about what I put you through. I just never thought about what I was doing, or how it would affect us both. It was like I was someone else, doing it, and I was just watching in the background. I love you and I don't want to lose you," Irene told him.

Jim wasn't as gentle. "We used to have a great sex life, but for the last couple of years it sucked. More than once, I thought about cheating on you, but I knew that wasn't the answer. I tried to make suggestions, and did little things to try and excite you, but you shot me down every time. When I found that lingerie, I thought that you had finally accepted my advances. Can you image my surprise, when I found out what it was actually for? I was crushed. I wanted to hurt you in the same way you'd hurt me, but, believe it or not, I still loved you. I guess I'm one sick mother. I went to that party to see you, and maybe talk to you, but when I saw you, I got mad all over again and that's why I asked for the blowjob; to degrade you as much as possible. If you had gone through with that blowjob, there would have been no way back for us, judge or no judge," he told her.

"So where are we?" Irene asked. "I know we still both love each other, and we have a lot of work to do to save our marriage; thanks to me, but is there a chance for us?" Irene asked.

"A chance yes, a slim one at best, but a chance," Jim told her.

"All right, first things first," she told Jim. "You wait here, and I'll be right back," she said as she headed upstairs.

Two minutes later, she was in the kitchen in the sexiest lingerie Jim had ever seen. Nothing was left to the imagination, and Jim could see that Irene still had a shaved pussy. "Hey sailor, you want to pull that battleship into my harbor?" she said with a sexy smile on her face.

Jim chased her upstairs and threw her on the bed and got undressed. Irene rolled over onto his chest and told him to just lie back, and enjoy it, as she moved lower on the bed. Her technique still wasn't the best, and she was raking his dick with her teeth too hard, but she was trying, really trying for once.

Jim instructed her on what felt good, and what didn't, and she listened. It took about 20 minutes of hard work, but as she took him deep, Irene finally felt him erupt down her throat. She gagged once, but never once took her lips off his dick, as she swallowed. After she cleaned off his cock with her lips, she crawled up and kissed him.

"Well, how was that?" she asked with a smile.

"Not bad, not bad at all," he said while kissing her, and even using his tongue, in tasting the saltiness of his own cum. "But it's your turn now," he said rolling her over on her back, and removing her thong with his teeth.

For the next 40 minutes, Irene was in heaven. Jim licked, sucked, and probed, with his tongue in, all of her openings. She cried out numerous times for him to finish her off, but he didn't. Putting two pillows under her stomach, Jim entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She was so wet, he just slid in. He started of with slow, and deep, strokes, but after a minute or two Irene was on her knees pushing back at him, as hard as he was slamming her. 

Reaching around, he found her swollen clit and after a few twists Irene came. It was like the floodgates had opened. Jim felt her warm, liquid engulf his dick, as he continued to pound her ass and work her clit.

With her ass in the air, and clutching her pillows, Irene pushed back at Jim. Lubing up his thumb with pussy juice, he put it against her anal ring and pushed it in. There was a slight pause, as Irene's body arched and started to buckle as he worked it in and out of her tight ass.

Irene's mouth was wide open, but no sounds were coming out. "Oh yes," she heard herself scream, as her pussy muscles, clamped around Jim's dick, holding it in a vice grip. Jim came right behind her, as he dumped load after load while filling her cunt.

How long they lay there motionless is anyone's guess, as Jim finally rolled over on his side next to her. Irene lay there, just breathing with her eyes closed, as Jim reached over and kissed her. "You alive?" he asked.

"Nope, I died 30 minutes ago, and have been in heaven ever since," Irene told him as she cuddled next to him.

"Well, this is a good start," he said softly in her ear. "I hope we didn't scare the kids too much," he said with a laugh.

"Wait till they hear what comes out of my mouth next time," she replied.

Did they make it? I think so, but not without a lot of work. At least they were both trying now….