Adam waited patiently in the living room flipping through channels as he looked over to check the time once again. It was just past 7:00 PM Friday night, and Adam's 40th Birthday, a milestone he was reluctantly looking forward to at first because of the "over the hill" cliche that meant his more vibrant and youthful days were now behind him.  But he was actual eager for his night out with his wife Samantha, whom he had married nearly 15 years ago, because she had promised him the time of his life and to make it a night he wouldn't forget.  Whatever she had in store for him, she wouldn't let on to, and she playfully teased him all week long, as he yearned to know what she was planning for his big night.  The anticipation of it all had really gotten to his head. After all, a man turning 40 and married, usually has every big gift he could imagine, so he was at a loss as to what Sam had gotten him or even had planned. Nope, every little detail of the night was kept under wraps from her husband, who hated not knowing.<br/><br/>Alas, it was finally Friday and time for her to reveal what was inshore for him, if only she would hurry up. Adam began to pace the hallway, in his dark denim jeans and casual button down gray shirt, an outfit chosen by his wife who told him to look neat and presentable, but don't over dress. Yet he had no clue as to what they were doing.  He assumed a nice dinner somewhere, maybe a movie after. No clue really.  All that he was focused on was his wife had been out of the shower for almost an hour and half, doing her hair and make up, and was still nowhere to be found.  Even Adam's stomach got in on the action rumbling loudly with hunger pains, as if to call out to his wife that she was taking forever to get ready, at least it seems that way to Adam.  At 7:10 PM, Adam stood at the foot of the stairs, calling up to the master bedroom,<strong>"Hunny?..Sam!?...Its getting late babe.  Are you almost ready?   I don't know about you but I'm getting a little Hungry.  Wanna tell me what you have planned, Hmmm?"</strong><br/><br/>Seconds later, as Adam waited for a response, the lights to the bedroom flickered off, and out strutted his wife, decked out in full on gorgeous makeup, with her hair done stunningly.  Adam's jaw hit the floor.  Though they had been married a decade and half, it wasn't often he got to see his wife all dolled up, and remembering why he was the luckiest man in the world, having married her.  She was a knockout even on her worst day, but this evening she definitely took her husband's breath away.<br/>"Holy Shit...." he looked on as the beauty descended the stairs slowly and seductively, knowing the extra time she spent getting ready paid off.   "Wow Babe, I forgot just how Hot you are sometimes!!" he smiled, greeted her with a kiss on the cheek so as not to ruin the lipstick and then held her hand as she stepped off the last step, giving a little spin to check out the outfit.  It was actually somewhat revealing, as Adam hadn't seen his wife in anything boarder line risqué.  This was definitely new territory for her.   But if she was comfortable  wearing it, then he would be too.