Chapter 5 – Happy Birthday!
We had a great few days together – plenty sex, uninhibited by the presence of the kids, but also a lot of ‘normal’ pursuits – shopping, picnics, visits to parts of Philly we hadn’t yet got around to seeing.
My actual birthday was on Thursday, and Joan had arranged a drinks party for all our new friends and neighbours, to start early in the afternoon. At 11.30, she said she thought I should start getting ready – to take a shower, then dress casually. When I had done that, Joan said that she would have to dress, ready for our ‘guest’.
“Guests!” I corrected her. She gave me a strange look.
“Guests?” she said. “I though I said ‘guest’.”
Something inside me quivered and I suddenly felt a little shaky. My heartbeat was irregular and my tongue was suddenly too large for my mouth. The expression on Joan’s face was strange – I had never seen anything quite like it before. She looked nervous, as though of an approaching ordeal, but excited – anticipatory, as well.
Suddenly, she stepped forward and took my head in both of her hands. Pulling me down, she gave me a long, deep kiss.
“I love you, Kyle,” she said, with all the sincerity at her command. “Just don’t forget that – whatever happens. But now – you’ve got to trust me, and don’t ask questions. OK?”
I didn’t dare think. I just nodded, and hugged her, tightly. She clung to me for a few seconds, then stepped back.
“Will you do what I ask – no questions – please?” she asked, her face serious, with ‘that’ look on it, again.
I nodded my agreement.
Joan explained that she wanted me to get into the regular closet with the louvered doors, opposite our bedroom bathroom. From that vantage point I could see the entire bedroom, including the entrance to the walk-in clothes closet. She made me promise to not say anything until she asked me to, and to remain in the closet until she asked me to come out. And she insisted that I keep my eyes open. She put on the stereo and tuned it to a soft rock station.
I watched her in the bathroom through the louvered doors. I could see right in. She put on a white satin garter belt and sheer white thigh-high stockings. She then put on a pair of her white bikini panties, which emphasised the glorious cleavage of her wonderful ass cheeks. Then a pair of white sling back pumps that raised her magnificent ass to a beautifully featured prominence, tightening the muscles, and rounding its incredibly enticing shape. It was a sight that always gave me an instant hardon and started me thinking about the virgin orifice nestling within. My cock was now huge – painfully erect.
She began applying her eye shadow and then her lipstick. I watched as the reflection of her beautiful breasts lightly swayed from side to side, in the mirror. I asked her if she wanted me to get one of my favorite brassieres for her to wear but she refused, saying that she’d get it.
“Just please stay in there, and say nothing, Kyle – please,” she said. I could tell that her tension had gone up several notches – and mine was practically at breaking-point. It was then that we heard the sound of a vehicle drawing up, in the drive outside the house. Joan stiffened, and her face went a little pale. She turned back to the mirror.