My Husband's Birthday Gift (by Felicia)

I am married to the most wonderful man in the world. He 
is loving, thoughtful, gentle, and kind. He is 16 years 
older than me, but is sexually impotent from diabetes. At 
first, he would satisfy me orally and with manual 
stimulation using toys. After a year or so, I became very 
frustrated. As a 44 year old woman, my sexual appetite 
had peaked, and I needed more than what Larry could give 
me. We tried pumps, drugs, injections, and considered 
implants, but nothing seemed satisfactory. His penis was 
forever limp and stayed only 2 or 3 inches long. I 
accepted a sexless life, and tried not to let Larry see 
me cry some nights.

Larry is a successful businessman and seems to meet more 
people in a week than I have met in a lifetime. His job 
as national sales manager gave him contacts in every city 
in north america. We often traveled together and made 
business trips a short vacation. I never expressed my 
dissatisfaction with our sex life to him, but after 11 
years of marriage (his second marriage) he knows me 
better than I know myself. He brought up the idea of 
ŇlettingÓ me have an affair, which I always rejected, 
many times. He said he loved me too much to let me be 
frustrated and it really was ok with him. Secretly, I 
ached for a man, but was not sure Larry could handle it. 
It wasnŐt until we went to New York last spring for a 
weekend to see a play (and on business) that I gave his 
offer any possibility of working out. I told Larry I 
would think about it. He was overjoyed and we had the 
best weekend ever, considering his 'disability'.

It wasn't until last summer and a week before my birthday 
that Larry gave me one of the best presents ever. We were 
in a suburb of Washington, DC on another business trip, 
and Larry called our hotel to tell me he would be late 
for dinner. He told me to wear the black dress he bought 
for me, and be ready by 9:00 PM. We would celebrate my 
birthday he said, and he told me to order some champagne.

I wasn't comfortable wearing that dress, because it was 
short, sleeveless, and clung to my body. I have a good 
figure (after years of health clubs and constant 
dieting), but still consider myself a middle-aged 
housewife. But, I would do anything for Larry and if it 
brings him happiness, I will wear it. I showered, 
dressed, and ordered a bottle of champagne. I was a 
little tipsy from the alcohol and an empty stomach when 
Larry entered the room in a hurry. He told me all hell 
was breaking loose on a big deal, and he had to deliver 
some papers to the regional vice-president. He said he 
would be gone only a few minutes, since the office was 
only 2 blocks away. Before he left, he told me a signed 
contract was to be delivered to the room by Bob Johnson, 
the regional sales manager. He told me to have Mr. 
Johnson wait for him, so he could complete their 
business. I was mildly pissed and hungry, but had another 
glass of champagne and waited.

Shortly after Larry left, there was a knock at the door. 
I looked through the peephole and saw a young handsome 
black man standing with a briefcase. I asked who was 
there, and he said Bob Johnson. I opened the door, and 
asked him in. He smiled and entered our hotel room. He 
opened his briefcase and handed me an envelope. I thought 
it was the contract, but Bob just said it was a note for 
me.

At first, I thought it was a joke, but then opened and 
read the card. It said 'Happy Birthday! Please enjoy 
yourself! Love, Larry' I was shocked and taken back. Bob 
again smiled and said he was mine for the evening. I was 
about to protest, when Bob held my hand and told me to 
relax. We had some champagne and talked. He said Larry 
knew him for a few years, and he knew about Larry's 
disability. He said he owed his career to Larry, and 
would always be discreet. I was about to protest (out of 
'obligation') when Bob rose to his feet and took my hand 
as I stood up. He kissed me softly and said we didn't 
have to do anything, or we could do everything. I 
couldn't stop him as he cupped my breasts, and then 
placed my hand on his growing erection under his pants.

I was sure I had too much to drink, because his erection 
seemed immense. I had several lovers before Larry, and no 
one was close to this size. Finally, my years of neglect 
caught up with me and I stroked his growing snake. Bob 
was trying to unzip my dress, but my mind was on his 
erection and nothing else. I sat on the edge of the bed, 
and pulled Bob to a standing position in front of me. 

My mind raced as I undid his belt, button, and zipper. He 
took off his shirt in the meantime, and as his pants 
fell, I admired his chiseled dark body. He wore tiny red 
bikini briefs that stretched to the limit. A small wet 
spot was forming where his cock ended across the left 
side of the crowded underwear. My own panties were soaked 
and I trembled with anticipation. I kneeled on the floor 
to remove his pants, shoes, and socks. I looked up at the 
huge bulge and for some stupid reason asked if I could 
make him more comfortable by removing his briefs, the 
last remnant of his modesty. He exhaled a deep 'uh huh'.

Still on my knees, I was face to face with his crotch. I 
gently pulled the elastic waistband forward and carefully 
lowered the briefs. I gulped loudly, as I looked at the 
biggest cock I had ever seen. I wish I would have 
measured it, but it had to be 7 or 8 inches long with a 
plum shaped head. It wasn't even fully erect, as I softly 
put my fingers around it. The purple head glistened with 
pre-cum, as I slowly pumped my fingers up and down. I 
took in his wonderful masculine scent and could resist no 
longer: I licked the tip of his penis, savoring that 
slightly salty, slightly sweet taste of pre-cum. I had 
not done this for so long and I moaned with pleasure- so 
did Bob. This glorious cock looked like a chocolate bar, 
and I had a sweet tooth.

I had never been into blowjobs much- I mostly did them 
out of guilt, obligation, or if I wanted something, but I 
was so into sucking this magnificent ebony cock that I 
thought of nothing else. I could only take in a small 
amount beyond the head, but my hands were busy stroking 
his shaft and hefting his large balls. I licked his 
scrotum and then continued my sucking on his pole. I 
wasnŐt even thinking of anything except this beautiful 
dick in my mouth, when he started to move his hips in 
rhythm with my head and hands. We worked as a team, and 
he groaned he was going to cum soon, so I better slow 
down. 

With anyone else, including my husband, I would have 
stopped and switched to intercourse about now, but I 
wanted to taste and swallow his semen more than anything 
in the world. I told him I wanted to eat him, and he 
groaned Ôoh yeahhh!Ő. He started to pump more quickly, as 
I held his balls with one hand, and stroked his shaft 
with the other. His balls tightened and he made deep 
creaking noises in his throat. I held my head still and 
just used my hand to jack his cock. It seemed like 
nothing happened for a few seconds as he was moaning- I 
was just about to wonder if he was really in a climax 
when the first pulse exploded into my mouth. It was hot 
and thick, and followed by another spurt, then another, 
then another. It seemed as if he was shooting a load so 
big that I had to swallow a few times before I could even 
think of tasting his sperm. I finally pulled back on his 
cock so that my tongue could laver over his still spewing 
cockhead. His taste was wonderful and I clamped my legs 
together as my pussy was dripping, on the verge of an 
orgasm myself. I had only eaten the sperm of my husband 
and a previous lover, but they were bitter and nasty 
tasting. I usually spit most of it out in the past- not 
Bobs. For whatever reason, I found his cum delightful and 
sensuous. I ate everything he could give me. I knew I 
would love to do this again, but I needed to fuck next.

Bob was the best lover I ever had. He undressed me in 
seconds and caressed my naked body to the verge of a big 
cum. After he gave me a good tongue bath on my breasts, 
he moved to my cunt and gave me a good tongue lashing and 
orgasm. He entered my pussy with a cock that stretched me 
to the max- a feeling I never had before. He gently 
fucked me for 20 minutes before picking up the pace and 
pounding me to another climax. He filled my womb with a 
hot load, and didn't withdraw until he was limp. We fell 
asleep exhausted. I didnŐt even miss not having dinner; 
my belly was full of something much better than ordinary 
food.

The telephone woke us both the next morning, and it was 
Larry. He said Happy Birthday, and asked if I liked his 
present. I told him it was the best ever, and I hoped to 
enjoy it a little more. He said he was so happy and to 
take my time. Bob showered while I was on the phone, and 
entered the room stark naked as I hung up. I waived him 
over and sat on the edge of the bed as I again sucked on 
his gorgeous black dick. I fingered myself to an orgasm 
as he filled my throat with another tasty explosion. We 
ordered room service and had breakfast in the nude. When 
his pager went off, he said it was time to go.  

Bob dressed and told me he had to leave, but I had to 
suck him one more time. He couldn't believe what a suck 
slut I was, and neither could I. A nice Catholic girl 
from New Orleans who loves to suck black cock isnŐt quite 
the self-image I had of myself, but I was deliriously 
happy. The one thing I guess I missed the most in my 
marriage was a stiff dick. I made up for it with LarryŐs 
amazing birthday present. I swallowed the final small 
load, Bob zipped up and left. We both said it was one of 
the greatest nights we ever had. My only regret was not 
fucking one more time, but Bob told me to call next time 
in Washington.

Larry called again and then came over so we could pack. I 
told him how much I loved him and his present. I havenŐt 
had a chance to be with anyone else, but Larry said he 
would work on it. I told him the others must be black- it 
was the best sex I ever had!

Ladies, it is true, once black and you never go back. If 
you try it, give him a blowjob too. For whatever reason, 
I have heard from others that black cum is better tasting 
than white cum. I know it was for me. I look forward to 
another fling, and hope it is someone close to home. I 
think life would be just about perfect if I could have a 
steady diet of black cock in my hometown. I trust my 
wonderful husband will do his best to make me happy.

It was the best bithday ever.