When I turned 40, my wife woke me with a passionate kiss, wished me a happy birthday, and said she had an unforgettable surprise for me. I was absolutely buzzing.
During the day at work, she sent flirty messages, teasing me about whether I could wait until evening, saying this would be the best birthday gift a man could ever receive.
I spent the whole day on pins and needles. After work, I rushed home, where she was waiting with dinner. I tried to fish for clues, but she leaned close, gently stroked my groin, and whispered, “The best thing a man could wish for.” I was so excited I was practically trembling.
After dinner, she told me to go shower first—then I’d get my gift. I’ve never washed so fast in my life.
She led me to the couch, loosened my robe slightly, and said, “Sit here and wait; close your eyes. I’ll be right back with your present,” and went to the bedroom.
You can’t imagine what runs through a man’s mind in that moment.
A few minutes later, she stood before me. “Are you ready?” she asked. I nodded like a lunatic. “You can open your eyes,” she whispered.
And there she was—wearing a set of Victoria’s Secret lingerie: a wildly sexy bra, corset, garter belt, high heels… the kind of outfit you’d expect on a luxury stripper.
I was furious.
I thought I was getting a new PlayStation. And the woman went and bought herself some overpriced bits of cloth. I’ve never been so disappointed. 😭
