I had told my husband that I didn’t want anything special for my 30th birthday, to just keep everything low-key.
As usual, my request fell on deaf ears. As it turned out, this was one time I was glad he hadn’t listened to me.
The Saturday before my birthday, I treated myself to a facial, manicure, and pedicure.
When I got home, I didn’t know what to think when I saw Donna, the young, sexy redhead from my husband’s office, standing in the living room in a black satin robe.
When I asked what was going on and where my husband was, Donna said he had taken the kids to the zoo for the afternoon. Then she opened her robe and let it slip to the floor.