Birthday Wish

It's the same routine for Tess, day after day. She'd get up, get dressed, wake Arnie and the kids, get breakfast ready, say goodbye to Arnie, take the kids to school, and then do whatever chores needed to be done at home or run errands. All of which really takes only about 3 hours. Then later in the afternoon she goes to get the kids, listens to 8-year old Samantha blather on, and tries to get 13-year old Josh to say literally anything. After she gets home, the kids go their separate ways and it's time for her to make dinner in time for Arnie to get home. Bedtime creeps in quickly and if she thinks she'll be having sex with Arnie she better think again.

And in between all of this? Just rotting in one spot. Drinking a glass of wine here and there. Watching daytime TV when it suits her. She has no hobbies to speak of. Her family is her life. And it had finally reached a breaking point. She needed excitement! A change of scenery! Anything to make her feel alive again! But instead her depression hit at an all time high and she was going to say something tonight after picking up Samantha from karate. But when she got home she received quite the-

"Surprise! Happy birthday, Tess!"

Tess looked around in genuine shock at the faces of her friends and family as she walked through the door. It was a surprise birthday party for her! It was doubly surprising considering that she had forgotten her own birthday. Yet, some where in her elation there was a small nagging thought: You're 32 now and nothing will change.

Tess knew that voice was right and tried her best to make sure that her smile didn't slip, but she really didn't feel like smiling anymore.

"Well? Did we surprise you?" asked Arnie, her husband of 13 years. He was a hot-shot lawyer and made some good money, but it meant he had a lot less time for Tess (sexually especially) and the kids.

"Oh my god! Yes you did!" she replied, trying her best to hide the bitterness she felt in the pit of her heart. "But you know what, Arnie? Let me go change, I don't want people to see me so under dressed for my own birthday."

Arnie nodded and when to go play the good host, making sure there were drinks in hands, food on plates, and telling people that Tess would be out soon.

In her bedroom, she lets the smile drop and sulkily makes her way to her walk-in closet, undressing and tossing her clothes into the nearby hamper. She faced the mirror in the closet and took a good look at herself. She considered herself to be a good height, it was rare when she was taller than any man, and there were quite a few women taller than her.

With her regular walks and yoga routines she was also in great shape. Tess turned around and admired her body from all angles. Her 34D breasts and her tight, yet above-average-in-size, ass were points of pride for her. Her genes had treated her well. Topped off with raven-colored hair, seductive bedroom eyes and plush lips. Not normally one to toot her own horn, even she had to recognize that she was stunning, especially considering she was a mother of two.

She quickly slipped into a black, lacy bra with some slight push-up power and a matching black, lacy thong. Tess took one last look at herself in the mirror and thought to herself, I am a hot piece of ass, aren't I?

So why didn't Arnie want to have sex with her?

Tess came back out to join the party in a red, casual-leaning cocktail dress with her makeup and hair done. She mingled with everyone she needed to and eventually made her way to Arnie who was chatting up his boss, Trevor O'Donnell. She'd met the 50-something-year old Trevor before at many events that his firm hosted and if there was one thing she knew about him, it's that he was a horn dog.

"Teresa! My word, you look ravishing as always!" Trevor boomed out in his high-powered attorney voice, the kind that commanded respect and attention. He went in for a hug and once he had his arms around her, gave her butt a light pinch.

"Ouch! Trevor, not in front of my husband," she said with a playful smile. Both Arnie and Trevor had a big laugh at that and Trevor continued talking.

"Thank you for having me here today, it is honestly wonderful when I get to celebrate special occasions with my employees! I was just telling Arnie that his promotion is all but guaranteed, what with all the work he's been putting in."

Tess bristled slightly at that. "A promotion? Well this is my first time hearing about this."

"Ahh, yeah, I was going to tell you once I got it but, uh, yeah. I'll hopefully be getting promoted soon," mumbled Arnie.

Great. That means more late nights and even less sex! Wait, what's less than zero? Can we have negative sex? Tess chuckled at her joke and was able to keep the fake smile plastered on her face.

"Well I'm proud of you Arnie," said Tess, partially meaning it sincerely, and the other part still bitter.

"Well, how about I go get us some more drinks?" Offered Arnie before he made his way into the kitchen to grab them some more ****.

This was actually the first time she had been "alone" with Trevor, or at least in a one-on-one conversation with him.

"So, Trevor, where is your darling wife? I haven't seen her," Tess asked.

"Ah well, she wanted to be here but she has business of her own across the country," Trevor said, making a pretty bad attempt at looking sorry. Trevor then got even closer to Tess and placed his big, firm hand against her ass. No one would be able to see what has happening from where they were and Trevor knew it. Tess knew it too. He leaned in to whisper into her ear, "A thong, Teresa? A gift for Arnie perhaps?"

The groping was such a shock to her that for a moment she didn't know how to react, and before she could do anything, Trevor quickly pulled away and shouted to Arnie across the room, "Let me help you with those drinks, Arnold!" And quickly made his way to Arnie.

This was new to Tess. Trevor was a well-known horn dog. Every woman in his company knew that, his wife probably knew that. But this was the first time that Trevor, or let alone any man, had ever so boldly done something like that to Tess. She knew she should be angry, ashamed, or even sad. But it stoked something inside her, something she didn't know was in her.

The rest of the party flew by. The kids went to sleep, or at least tried to, at their regular times and the guests got steadily more ****. Whenever she saw Trevor, if he felt (or maybe he knew) that no one was watching, he would wink at her. For her part, Tess just looked away, feeling something akin to embarrassment, and a heat would rise in her chest...and other parts.

Then came the time for cake. Arnie brought out a simple white cake that had "Happy Birthday Tess!" written in red frosting.

"Alright, babe, I'm gonna get the candles ready and you think about a wish, okay?" prodded Arnie.

A wish? Wishes don't come true. If they did we'd be millionaires a hundred times over. But I suppose there's nothing wrong in trying is there. But what do I wish for? thought Tess. And then her mind threw her back to how she was feeling at having been stuck in a rut for years and how she wanted to break free from that. Yes, that's what she would wish for. It probably won't come true, but then stranger things had happened.

The "3" and "2" candles were lit up in front of her and the dining room lights were dimmed. Tess leaned in close and thought her wish as hard as she could and blew.