"So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?" Smiling, my wife sucked a drop of butter from her finger and told me "It'd better be good."

Uh-oh. I'd completely forgotten about it, and I think she knew it. Stalling, I snatched a piece of toast from her plate and crammed it in my mouth, mumbling incoherently around it.

"You forgot, didn't you." Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat there and glared at me. I tell you - if looks could kill . . .

"As a matter of fact," I replied, "I didn't." Thinking quickly, I walked over and began massaging her shoulders, my fingers just inches away from her magnificent globes of flesh. "I just figured that, for once, I'd give you something you really want."

"Really?" She still sounded suspicious, but as I felt the tension leave her shoulders, I knew I had pulled it off. Looking up, she asked me "Well, what is it . . ."

Giving her my biggest smile, I told her "Anything you want."

"Huh?"

"I mean it." Kneeling beside her, I took her hands in mine and kissed them softly. She always liked that. "You tell me what you want, and it's yours. I put away some extra money, arranged for Dave to cover for me at work, and cleared my schedule for the weekend. I'm prepared for anything you come up with." I had to admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded pretty damn convincing.

"Are you covering?" she asked me, clearly uncertain. "I mean, did you really plan this?"

"You bet, babe. For once, I wanted you to have a present that really means something to you."

"Hmm . . ." Biting her upper lip, Vicky slowly shook her head. "That's a tough one." Then, smiling, she asked, "Do you really mean anything?"

"Yup." I had no idea what she was thinking, but it was too late to back out now. "You always complain we never do anything exciting, so this is your chance."

"Ooohhh, that gives me so many ideas." Kissing the top of my head, she slipped out of the chair and headed for the bedroom. Still smiling, she let her black-lace nightie slide to the floor and told me "Give me till dinner. You'd better believe I'm not gonna waste this."

As I watched her pretty little behind sashay its way down the hall, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. When we'd first met, she'd been a pretty wild gal. I'd loved it at the time, sure, but now it worried me. She'd proposed some really kinky stuff in the past, and I'd tried a few things just to keep her happy, but I don't think she'd ever really opened up. Now, seeing that familiar smile on her face, I knew she was planning something really bizarre.

"You gotta go through with it, Mark." Tossing the rest of the toast in the garbage, I dropped the plate in the sink and hoped she'd show some mercy. "After all," I tried to reassure myself, "What's one night compared to the lifetime of marriage we have ahead of us?"

"Mark!" Yelling at me from somewhere upstairs, Vicky called down, "Meet me in the bathroom!"

The bathroom? I knew I had said 'anything', but what the hell could you do in the bathroom? "Alright, alright, I'm coming!"

As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn't believe my eyes. The woman standing before me couldn't be the woman I had married. Not that I minded the look - not at all - it's just that I'd never seen her like that before. "Wow," I told her, whistling softly.

"Is that all you can say?" I suppose her pouting was supposed to make me feel bad, but it looked too damn sexy to work.

"You've had a busy afternoon."

"Mmm. Do you like?"

"Oh yes, Mark like very much!" She had taken her straight, blonde hair and transformed it into a full, wavy cascade of fire. Then, to match her knew hair-colour, she had painted her nails a bright red, adding inch long extensions to her fingers. And, as if that wasn't enough, she had really laid the make-up on thick, giving her a slutty, almost whorish appearance that really turned me on. It was like the old days all over again.......(cont)