She waited all morning for his phone call. She had woke up to find him already gone. He had left for work without waking her and saying anything. She had not really been surprised. It had been a very long time since he had woken her to kiss her goodbye.
He was thoughtful that way.
It was he who insisted that she not go back to her job after the kids were born. He didn’t want his kids raised by strangers. His salary more than provided what they needed to live on. She was proud of her house and her kids…
And her thoughtful husband.
So, upon waking and not finding a card on the pillow next to her, or on the table where she usually sat and drank her morning coffee was a bit of a disappointing surprise.
He had never failed to buy her a birthday card before.
She got the kids off to school, and after making arrangements with her mother to pick them up after school and keep them for the weekend, she sat and quietly sipped her coffee.
“He’s probably planning on surprising me”, she mused…. “Flowers, maybe? Or maybe a nice weekend away somewhere.” She had told him that she was planning on sending the kids to her Mom’s. It had been too long since they had some “adult” time.
WAY too long.
She fought the urge to call him at work. He always got annoyed with her when she did. And especially lately, with that huge project that he and his assistant had been working so hard on lately. That seemed to be all that had been on his mind lately.
Maybe that is what distracted him enough to make him forget her birthday.
He phone beeped, signalling an incoming text…
“We finally finished the project! Would you please make a reservation at that great Italian place for 8pm tonight? A nice quiet table for two? And please have them pre-chill a bottle of their best Champagne?”
She smiled. He remembered. It was her favorite restaurant, and he was going to make her night special. She quickly texted him back before calling the restaurant and making the necessary arrangements.
She showered and took extra care in shaving her pussy clean just the way he liked it. She used the vanilla scented body wash and moisturizer that he said made her smell good enough to eat.
She was hoping for exactly that result tonight. It had been SO long…
She was dressed exactly how he liked to to be… slightly conservative and very feminine. He preferred her in dresses or skirts, telling her that tight pants and low-cut tops made her look like she was trying to be something she just wasn’t any more. She was a wife and a mother and that was how he liked her to look when they went out. She put on her flats… anything over 2 inches and she would be taller than him… and sat down to wait for him to pick her up.
At 7:30 she began to worry.
At 7:45 she started to dial, and hung up.
At 7:50 she dialed and this time let it ring through…
“Hello?” He answered.
She audibly sighed in relief, “Babe, where are you?”
He sounded slightly annoyed, “I just parked the car. I’m at the restaurant.”
Her heart dropped. She must have misunderstood him. “Oh my God, Honey! I’m so sorry… was I supposed to meet you there?”
“No.” He sounded perplexed, “Why would you?”
Now it was her turn to be confused, ”I thought we were having dinner tonight. You had me make reservations… and order champagne. I just assumed you were picking me up to celebr…”
“No… I thought I told you. We finished the project today. I’m taking Pamela out to celebrate. She worked very hard for me and I am totally in her debt! I wanted to repay her as soon as I could. Tonight seemed a good a night as any.”
“Give the kids a kiss for me. I’ll bring you back the leftovers if there are any. And don’t wait up, Honey. We are meeting some of the others from work after dinner for drinks. I will probably get a room here downtown for the night.”
“But what about…”
“Oh… gotta go. Our table is ready. Night!”
The line went dead. He had hung up.
He had forgot.
She sat there… completely shattered.
As the tears began to silently roll down her cheeks, she began to realize just how little she seemed to have mattered to him of late. She could not remember the last time he kissed her. Not just the obligatory pecks on his way out or in… but really kissed her with need and passion.
She could not remember the last time they had done anything with passion. Even when they had sex, it was like he was just going through the motions. There were times he didn’t even take the time to get her off first. He would fuck her, cum, and then just mutter a half-assed apology and roll over and fall asleep, leaving her more horny and frustrated than she was when they started.
Someone had once told her that no sex was better than bad sex.
She finally understood why.
She angrily swiped at her cheeks as she got up, tearing at the clothes that she was wearing for someone who didn’t give a fuck what she looked like on her birthday. So, she decided to dress for herself, seeing as she was the only one there that mattered.
The only one there, period.
She pulled on the black denims and threw on a low cut tee shirt that hugged her curves and accentuated her ample bust. She grabbed her black leather boots out of the back of the closet and pulled them on. She re-did her makeup and shook out her blonde locks from the tight chignon that he had always liked.
She went to the computer and spent only a few minutes there before powering off and smiling for the first time since before she talked to him.
She grabbed her purse and her keys and her phone and headed for a bar that she had not been to in a very… VERY long time.
It hadn’t changed much… just the faces were different. She ordered a beer and sat at the bar, watching the university crowd that just a few years prior, she had been a part of. Her wandering gaze stopped at the pool table and the three men playing there.
The decision was fast, painless, and one she didn’t even blink at. She strode over the the table and smiled as the eyes of the three men widened in appreciation and lust at the curves her outfit showcased and the attitude she exuded.
“Pick your best shooter. Bullshit pool… Straight-up solids and stripes. If I win, we keep playing on your dime and you pick up my bar tab at the end of the night.”
The tall dark and curly one smirked back at her. ”You sound pretty cocky there, lady. What happens when you lose?”
She walked up and invaded his personal space, trailing a finger down the front of his button up. ”You get me. All three of you… all night.”
He looked her straight in the eye, and saw she was deadly serious. Without taking his eyes from hers, he swallowed hard and uttered a slightly hoarse “Rack ‘em.” to his counterparts. One did as he requested while the third went for a much needed round of courage. He looked down at her and whispered, “You’re sure?”
She stared back, meeting his inquiring gaze with one filled with determination, “I’m still here, aren’t I. I am not going anywhere, Gorgeous.” She smiled and ran her finger across his lips, “And you have not won yet.”
“Yet.” He smiled back. “Break?”
She shook her head, and brought her bottle to her parted lips, draining the contents. She only took her eyes from his when the other appeared at her side with another bottle in hand. She took it and sat on the stool to watch her opponent shoot.
He sunk solids and was on a good roll until he missed with only two balls left on the table. His friends groaned, and he angrily ran his hand through his thick locks in frustration.
“My turn”, she smiled and took the cue from her opponent’s hand. She thoughtfully chalked it as she looked over the table. She slowly and methodically began her shots, successfully sinking all the striped balls in quick succession.
Her new friends came to the painful realization that they had been hustled.
She only had the Eight ball left. She was lined up for a perfectly easy shot to the corner.
She pulled back on the pool cue and shot the cue ball…
And completely missed the Eight ball…
Scratching the shot and losing the game.
She straightened up slowly, her back meeting her opponent’s front. ”You did that on purpose!”, he whispered into her ear.
She pushed back against him, feeling the bulge grow against her tightly denim-clad ass. ”Well, we can shoot over, if you want. OR you could just be a gracious winner and let me pay my debt.” She turned, pressing her very soft front to his quickly hardening one. ”I have an empty house, a king size bed, and no one to account to. Are you in?”
He looked at his friends for their obvious and anxious agreement before nodding his own.
The Italian supper was to die for, and the champagne flowed freely as the celebration grew from two to six and back to two. He had just finished calling the hotel and booking a very nice room with a very nice bed as his hand traveled up her very nice stocking-clad thigh. He glanced over to see what was taking the waiter so long with his credit card and was slightly concerned to see the waiter and the manager with their heads close together casting him sideways glances. He was just about to go find out what the problem was when his phone beeped, indicating an incoming photo and text…
“I lost at pool tonight. You were right. Debts should be repaid as soon as possible. By the way, I have cancelled your credit card and emptied the joint account. Happy birthday to me.”