My Birthday Treat

But when I got downstairs, I barely got a good morning form the wife let alone a kiss. She hadn't even taken time to look sexy or anything. The smells I thought was my birthday breakfast was infact, just soup for the kids afternoon meal. Meaning she wasn't even planning on being around. all I had for breakfast was cereal. FUCKING CEREAL!!

The B*tch forgot my birthday! >:o Well at least the children would cheer me up I thought...

The kids didn't even greet me good morning. I had to remind them to do that. what the hell was all this?! They just went straight down to their meals and when it was time, left for school. But of course, not before laying on me, all their financial demands. Did I get the date wrong? I didn't. I had the morning paper in hand. This was shaping up to be the worst day of my life.

Completely defeated and demoralized, I set off to work. I sat in my car for almost 30 minutes after arriving. I so did not have the energy for work.

But when I walked into my office, my beautiful secretary, Brenda, greeted me «Happy birthday boss» with the loveliest smile on her face. She handed me a big wrapped parcel with a bow. It cheered me up some, that she could be so thoughtful and I was able to get through the morning's work.

At lunch time, Brenda walked into my office and said: «Boss, its your birthday, how about I take you out to lunch today, my treat?» I was so flattered. She'd done so much with the gift already. At lunch, she ordered an expensive bottle of wine. «why not?», she said, «it is your birthday afterall». I don't remember enjoying lunch so much. Brenda was really funny, intelligent, and classy. She always had a witty response to everything. I had always known her to be pretty attractive, but today, she was astonishing. Her skirt accentuated the curve of her hips so well, I stared each time she got up. The neckline of her blouse was low. Not low, inappropriate, but low enough to hint at the supple treasures hidden beneath it. That afternoon, Brenda convinced me to spend an extra hour and a half at Lunch.

When we got back to the office, she said: «hey boss, its a slow day at the office today. Why don't we close up shop early and go back to my place? I could fix you up something and we could just make a day of it. You shouldn't have to spend your birthday working all day.»

I think a part of me knew it was wrong, but why not?! my wife and kids obviously didn't care enough to remember me today, so why should I not spend the day with someone who did. So what if she's a very beautiful woman, I'm allowed to have work friends, aren't I? I'm technically not breaking any rules.

So we closed up and went to Brenda's apartment. She poured me a glass of another excellent blend of wine and put on some nice Blues music. My favourite. She then says to me, «I'm just gonna slip into something a lil bit more comfortable, these shoes have been killing me all day».

I knew what was about to happen, and quite frankly, I was excited. I realized I've always had a crush on Brenda. I mean, she's so lovely. It was shaping up to be the best birthday ever.

Suddenly, the door she went through bursts open, and out pours everybody. My wife, with a birthday cake in hand, a big smile on her face. My kids, all laughing and singing. Relatives, friends, I even notice some old college buddies in the mix, and lastly, Brenda clapping and laughing.

....and there I was, sitting on the couch.................stark naked.

By Ehimhen Obehi

Student Pulse Reporter