It was Simon's birthday and you, his wife, was planning something special. Simon woke up on his special day and went downstairs to get coffee. It seemed like a regular day to him. He went back upstairs.

He got back to your room before choking on his coffee. There you laid on the bed, on your side, oiled up with a bow you would see on a box covering your lower area and breasts.

"Happy birthday, love." you winked. "You're getting a big present first. The little ones come later."