Blake's Idea Of Fun

Oh god. I don’t know what to do.

I try my best to melt into the bookshelf behind me and I glance down, feeling the worst possible reaction playing out in my cheeks. I’m blushing. I’m fucking blushing at his compliment.

Flushed with shame and confusion I glance away from him, desperately looking for an escape from this situation I’ve found myself in so that I can find a bit of peace and quiet to process all this confusion because I shouldn’t be thinking any of this and I certainly don’t want to be thinking any of it and I definitely don’t understand why I’m thinking any of it.

Then Blake goes ahead and makes everything so much worse.

“You don’t even know how goddamn cute you are, do you?” he says, clear disbelief and delight in his voice, “I mean god we could have some real fun, you know? Me and you in this private little spot. What do you say?”

“I-” I stammered, seriously considering kneeing him in the balls and running away in tears but not entirely sure that my body would respond enough to do that, “I don’t...”

“Some real fun,” he leans in a little close and I can feel his breath on my cheek and his hand reaches up to curl beneath my chin, turning my face up to his.

But we don’t make it that far. One little bit of contact and a blink and it’s my birthday again.

Pulled into the future. A hazy mess that all condenses as I come to standing with a smile on my face as I hear the front door of my cute little house open. I’m feeling real good about myself today. Yeah, today I’m feeling like I’m going to have a whole lot of fun and feeling like my birthday is just about the best one that I could ask for.

Maybe it’s because I had a bit of a lazy day today? Just lounging around the house in my robe for most of it, taking a long bath for a part of it and then slipping into this dress that makes me look so good.

And it does make me look good. It’s one of those quintissential housewife dresses, flared out skirt that ends just below the knee and tight above the waist with a cut on the top that was a little low. But this one hovers just on the side of naughty, cut a little low around my breasts and fitting a little tight around my upper body. Cut a little high on the hem so it’s actually above the knees, if you’re being generous and decent in the description, and my thighs are a little more on display than you might think.

Or maybe it’s more the fact that I think I’ve finally got this suburban thing down. We bought this cute little house with this cute little white picket fence just under a year ago and it wasn’t big but it was so much more than the condo we had downtown that it was hard to get through the whole place and keep it all neat and tidy on a daily basis.

But I know the truth. I know it’s so much more than that. I know what’s really important and I think I’m finally starting to accept it as I hear him call out from the front door with a familiar, “Honey I’m home,” and then hear him step into the kitchen where he sees me bustling.

My man. My man who can still make me swoon, even after all these years.

He steps across the room and steps up behind me, his briefcase hitting the floor just before his hands find my waist. He’s hungry today, his eager hands slipping around my waist and pulling me back into him as his lips kiss the nape of my neck and make me giggle.

I move to turn but he doesn’t let me.

“Wait,” he growls in my ear, “I’ve got your first gift for you.”

His hands slip up my body, just cresting over my breasts so light that it takes my breath away. He slides up to my neck and his possessive fingers unfurl the glittering string of diamonds that he slips around me and clasps behind.

“Oh god it’s gorgeous,” I say, purring as I check out the reflection as best I can in the back of the stove, “You’re too good to me.”

“Oh you deserve it,” he says as I spin, kicking up my heel as I press my lips against my husbands and push my body into his arms with a squeal of delight.

“But what about my second present?” I ask when we break, “What else did you get me for my birthday, Blake?”

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