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A Birthday Surprise

Tracy, my wife, was rapidly approaching 40. The closer her birthday got
the more depressed she got. She started crying for no reason at all. To
hear her tell it she was almost ready for the old folk's home. Nothing I
did seemed to help. In the end all I could do is hold her and whisper
loving words to her.

In truth she is anything but ready for the old folks home. Girls half
her age are jealous of her. Even after having three kids she has managed
to keep her 35B, 24, 35 figure. When she goes bra-less there is no
sagging. And you can see her intelligence in her face.

Anyway, I know she will get over this senseless worry about age sooner
or later. Sooner I hope. But I have another problem to deal with. What
am I going to get her for her birthday?

I have a reputation for picking out just the right present. It never
mattered what it was, a dress or piece of jewelry or something else, I
always made the right choice for that particular occasion. But here I
was, stumped.

What do you get someone who feels OLD, but isn't? If I didn't come up
with something pretty soon it was going to add to her depression.

It was about three weeks till her birthday party and I was beginning to
have trouble functioning. I couldn't get it out of my mind. What am I
going to get her?


One day, since my work was suffering, I ate lunch at my desk and
continued working. I had my intern Rob join me and we kicked around some
ideas for the files we were working on.

Rob is one bright college kid. He's going to go far. He is a very
handsome twenty year old black. He's over six feet tall and well
muscled. He has an engaging smile and a deep mellow voice. Rob has been
my intern for the last two summers. Since he graduated from high school.
Believe me, he wouldn't have been invited back if he weren't good.

Rob and I have developed a good working relationship and have even
become friends, in spite of me being twice as old as him. We maintain
contact during the school year and he comes in on breaks to keep up on
business. I've had him to my house several times for parties. We both
look forward to working together once he graduates and starts working
here full time.

"Hey." I looked at Rob and realized he had been talking but I hadn't
heard a word. "You haven't been here all morning. For as much work as
we're accomplishing we might as well be in the pool with a cold beer."

I smiled at him because I knew he was right. He went on, "You haven't
been yourself for a couple of weeks now. Care to share the load with a
friend?"

"Yeah, Rob. I would like to share my problem with someone. But I don't
think someone of your youth would understand."

It was his turn to laugh. "Well, OLD man, I just might surprise you with
my insight into OLD people's concerns." We were both laughing by then.

I told him that Tracy's birthday was coming up, which he knew because he
had been invited to the party. I told him I hoped none of the guests
brought gag gifts that would make her feel old. Then I told him of my
problem in finding the right gift. Rob was well aware of my uncanny
ability to make the right gift selection, so he knew I was seriously
bothered.

"What are you thinking of, clothes, jewelry, vacation?"

"That's just it. I don't even have an idea of where to start. Tracy will
be forty and she is afraid it means she is over the hill. I need to get
her something that will make her feel as young as she looks."


We discussed several things, but they were all the usual stuff and just
didn't have the right feel. Then Rob suggested a convertible and
proceeded to get wild, all the way up to a yacht.

We were both having a good relaxing time, laughing at his outrageous
suggestions. Then he said, "How about a young stud?"

"Well that would certainly be a surprise. But how would that make her
feel younger?"

"What you need to do is find a twenty year-old black guy with a big cock
that would fuck her brains out."

"You wouldn't happen to know of any such man would you?"

"Gee, I could check with my friends and see if any of them would like to
bed a beautiful older white woman. One that leaves you breathless when
she wears one of those lightweight tops and no bra."

"You know, Rob, you might just have something there. The only problem
is, if I brought home such a present it wouldn't make her feel younger.
For that to work whoever the guy would have to want to do it just
because he's attracted to her, not because I wanted him to."

Rob really cracked-up then. He's always liked my sarcasm. After spending
almost an hour talking and laughing I felt refreshed and suggested we
see if we couldn't get some work done. We completed more work that
afternoon than I had been able to do in the last week. We didn't solve
my problem, but at least I got my mind off of it long enough to do some
real work.

That mood lasted into the next week. But then the worry returned. Now I
had only twelve days till the party and still not an inkling of what to
get Tracy.

I was half listening to the radio on my way to work when Rob's
outlandish suggestion popped into my head. I was surprised when it
occurred to me. My experience has been that when a thought pops up like
that it has some merit. I told myself that it was silly and I'd better
get to thinking for real.

After that first time, the idea of some young stud fucking Tracy kept
jumping into my mind. Let me tell you, I immediately rejected it each
and every time. I mean, it's not like I would really even consider such
an idea.

With just three days till the party Rob and I were having another
working lunch. He knew I was still troubled and unable to think clearly.
It seemed that I couldn't do anything right. I made one mistake after
another.

When I knocked over my coffee cup Rob sat back and said, "OK, that's
enough. We're not really accomplishing anything. We're just spinning our
wheels."

I sat back in my chair. "You're right Rob. I just can't concentrate.
I've only got three days left. Two and a half now and still brain dead.
I'm so desperate I've even been thinking of your idea of giving Tracy a
young black stud for the night."

"Well give me the form so I can apply." I gave him a sharp look. Over
the years we've gotten close enough to speak freely with each other,
even making jokes about screwing each other's woman, but this might be
stretching things a bit. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he
was afraid he might have gone too far.

We sat there looking at each other. I'm pretty sure he was calculating
the damage he had done to his career. I was surprising myself by
thinking that Rob might actually be just the right gift for Tracy's
fortieth birthday.


We must have sat like that for ten minutes before I cleared my throat.
My words were kind of strangled when they came out but there was no
mistaking what I was saying. "You don't need to fill out an application
Rob. I know you'll do a great job." It was a few minutes before I
realized I had said you'll do a great job, and not you could or would do
a great job.

When I realized I meant every word of it I smiled at Rob. As an
executive, I'm used to making decisions and living with the
consequences. Once I make up my mind the matter is settled. The unease
in the pit of my stomach was just something I would have to live with.
Jealousy was another matter. But I decided I would get over that too.

Rob gave me a funny smile, "You can't be serious!"

"I think I am Rob. I think Tracy could get over her doldrums if you made
love to her, or fucked her brains out as you so delicately put it. The
more I think about it the more it seems like the right present."

"Look, man, I would love to get into your wife's pants, but I like and
respect you too much to throw away our friendship over a piece of ass. I
know I suggested the idea, but I was joking. Remember, I also suggested
cars and yachts. And you said yourself that it wouldn't work if you
brought home a stud as a present."

"I know Rob. I'm not going to take you home as a present. You're coming
by invitation. And I hope that as a friend you will convince Tracy that
you are hot for her. Not because I asked you to be, but because you are
truly attracted. My present to her will be to let her have you."

"Oh man. I'm not sure this is a good idea. I'm really not comfortable
with it."

"I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect myself. But I do think it's
what Tracy needs. I think we're the only couple in our group that at
least one partner hasn't been unfaithful in all the years we've been
married. I married Tracy for better or worse and I think having a guy
half my age fucking her is about as worse as it can get."

"You sound serious."

"You know me, Rob. You know I'm very serious. We've always been honest
with each other and now is not the time to change. It hurts me now just
to think about it and it will hurt more when you're doing it, but I'm
also turned on by the idea. Don't ask me why because I don't understand
why. All I know is that for the last several days every time the idea
entered my head I got hard."


"Shit, you're not the only one!" That got us both to laughing.

Once I had made the decision I found it easier to live with than one
would think. I repeated to myself, "Rob is going to fuck your wife.",
probably a hundred times a day. Each time, my heartbeat increased and it
got difficult to breathe. But the closer the time came the more excited
I got.

I knew that Rob seducing and fucking Tracy wouldn't be all she needed to
get over her ridiculous fears. I knew the only way to put an immediate
end to that line of thought was to have her friends see how desirable
she is to a young stud.

To that end I developed a plan that I didn't let Rob in on. It was a
plan guaranteed to show everyone just how desirable Tracy is. The
downside to my plan was that it would prove humiliating to me. But when
you're married to such a wonderful person as Tracy there is no
humiliation so great as to be insufferable.

Party time finally arrived at 7:30 Friday. There were a dozen married
couples, some with children, Rob and his girlfriend. The party began
with a barbecue and swimming.

I watched all evening as Rob pursued Tracy. It was easy to see that she
was flattered by all the attention he

gave her. He chased her all over the pool and had her splashing and
yelling and carrying on like a teenager.

I saw him get in a couple of feels too during that time. At one point
when they thought no one was looking I saw him slip his hand into the
top of her one piece bathing suit and fondle her tits. She let him get
away with it for a minute before she pushed him away and swam laughing
all the way to the other side of the pool.

At another time I saw the shock on her face as he took her hand and
pressed it against the bulge in his trunks. Tracy gave his shaft a
pretty good feel before she let go and moved away from him. She wasn't
laughing that time. When she got out of the pool she didn't look shocked
so much as horny.

I think I was getting just as turned on as they were, just from watching
them. Tracy's nipples were really hard when she came out of the pool,
but she would probably blame that on the cool air. I knew the real
reason they were hard. But there wasn't any way for Rob to explain away
the bulge in his swimsuit. When he got out of the pool he quickly
wrapped a towel around him and then went to change clothes.


It did cool down a little around 9:00 so everyone was changing out of
swimsuits and into clothing that provided a little more cover. We
shipped the kids off to a movie with a couple of baby sitters at 9:30 so
the adults could enjoy the rest of the evening.

As soon as the kids were out of the way we put the music on and some
couples started dancing. Naturally, Rob grabbed Tracy and danced with
her. Even in the dim lighting from the lanterns and moonlight I could
see how flushed her face was. She looked gorgeous.

I knew the time was rapidly approaching that Rob would be fucking my
wife, but in a way I was happy. I knew he would be good to, and for her.
And I was secure that when he was done she would be even more loving to me.

Rob was becoming more and more insistent as he danced with Tracy. It
didn't matter whether the music was slow or fast. He held her tight to
his body. He moved her gracefully around the dance area, slowly moving
into a more protected corner. An area that was poorly lighted and much
less visible to those of us around the bar.

I moved away from the bar to a better vantage point. I watched as he
gradually enveloped her in his arms, her arms encircling his neck. Their
lips brushed in a light kiss. I could see Tracy's breast rise and then
fall in deep, slow breathing. Rob's tongue lightly licked her lips,
softly probing. My wife's mouth slowly opened to his persistent licks.

With one hand sliding down over her firm ass, Rob slipped his other hand
up her side and onto her tits. I could see Tracy's breathing become
faster. Rob started grinding his hard cock against her belly, bringing
out a small moan.

I gave a discrete cough so as not to alarm the lovers. They reluctantly
parted. I suggested it was time for Tracy to open her presents. She was
flustered and embarrassed at having been caught in such an ardent embrace.

The three of us moved to the table loaded with gifts. I announced that
Tracy was going to open her presents now. The others gathered around to
watch.

Just as I feared there were several gag gifts. Things like false teeth
and hearing aids to indicate someone that is deteriorating. Her smile
couldn't hide her pain from me.


Once all the presents had been opened and everyone had had a good laugh
someone noticed that she had not opened a present from me. Others then
began questioning what I was giving my wife for her fortieth birthday. I
held up my hand and waited for them all to quiet down. When they were
all quiet I made an announcement.

"I've noticed how a certain young man has been pursuing Tracy tonight
and I'm sure if I wasn't here he would be trying to get into her lovely
little panties." Tracy was blushing furiously and trying to get me to stop.

"I don't know of another forty year-old woman that can command such
ardent attention from a suitor. Especially a suitor that knows the
woman's husband is just a few away. Rob has been trying all night to get
Tracy to himself. And I think we all know what he wants." There were
some discrete chuckles and whispered comments.

"My present to my wife is that she may have this young stud for the rest
of the night." There were gasps and exclamations all around. I noticed
that Tracy was silent.

"Rob, would you come over here please?" I could see that Rob, even
though he is dark skinned, was blushing at being singled out this way.

When he was standing on the other side of Tracy from me I looked at her
with a smile. "Wouldn't you like to open your present and show everyone
what you're going to enjoy?" There was no one making a sound now.

Tracy turned and looked at me. She studied my face for a minute then
reached up and kissed me. "Thank you for the most wonderful present ever."

With that she turned to Rob and said, "You're mine, now, stud." she
giggled. There was a little nervous laughter from some of the guests but
no one made a move to leave.

My wife unbuttoned Rob's shirt then caressed his chest and belly. Her
hands danced over his well muscled chest, then slid up to his shoulders
and pushed his shirt off and down over his arms. She leaned forward and
sucked first one nipple and then the other into her mouth. Lightly
biting and tonguing his nipples. Her pale white skin stood out in sharp
contrast to his darkness.


Rob was moaning from my wife's tender ministrations. His nipples were
hard points stabbing at her mouth. Her hands glided down his dark body
pausing to rub and probe his belly button. His muscles were twitching
and rippling as her white hands caressed his black skin.

Tracy's hands slowly moved downward, further, sliding over his hard
shaft. Her lips followed the trail her hands had blazed. Lips kissing
and tongue flicking against him she moved lower and lower. Her soft pink
tongue probed his bellybutton bringing moans from deep in his chest.

Those dainty white hands unfastened his pants and pulled them down as
she sank to her knees in front of him. She lovingly raised his feet, one
at a time and removed his pants. The only sounds around the pool were
breathing and soft moans.

Rob's white shorts were like a beacon. My wife's hands moved up over his
legs causing them to tremble and shake. She grasped the waistband of his
shorts and began to pull them down. Rob moaned as she held his cock for
the first time so she could pull his shorts over his hard muscle.

Tracy was panting. Her nostrils were flared. I knew she was close to
orgasm. Once his shorts had been removed she began stroking his cock. I
heard gasps from some of the other women as they enviously watched my
wife with her present.

As a jewel of pre-cum grew on the tip of Rob's cock I saw the hunger in
my wife's eyes. She moved forward and her tongue flicked out to taste
his maleness. Rob's hips jerked as her tongue probed his pee slit.

Suddenly, Tracy's body shook with orgasmic spasms. She silenced her
screams by impaling her mouth on Rob's black spear.

"AAAAHHHHH Jesus." "Oh fuck!" "Yes?.." Our guests jealously complained
or softly voiced encouragement.

My wife's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate Rob's massive black
cock. Her hands stroked his shaft in time with her head rocking back and
forth, sliding the head of his meat in and out between her lips.


I felt an urge to help. I moved up and knelt beside my wife. When I
touched the top of her dress her head snapped around and her eyes blazed
at me in anger. When she saw it was me her expression softened. She took
my face in her hands and gave me a soft kiss. Then she turned her
attention back to the hard black pole waiting for her.

From a few inches away I watched as she once again worshiped her lover's
cock. I unfastened her dress and slipped it off her shoulders.
Reluctantly, she released Rob's tool, but only one hand at a time,
allowing me to remove her dress.

Next, I unfastened her bra. I reached to the side and picked up a knife
off the barbecue. I used the knife to cut the bra straps and allow it to
fall free. Then I lowered her panties and used the knife to cut them so
I could pull them all the way off her.

Rob was groaning in ecstasy as Tracy stroked and sucked his cock.
Tracy's right hand dipped between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She dug
two fingers into her cunt and pulled them out, dripping with her pussy
juice. She spread the juice over his shaft. Then she did it again.
Repeatedly she took juice from her sopping pussy and slathered Rob's cock.

She could sense Rob's approaching orgasm and her movements quickened.
Her cheeks were sunken with the force of her sucking that magnificent
black pole.

Rob's groans got louder and louder. He yelled, "I'm cumming. I'm
cumming. I'm cumming." I watched his balls spasmodically jerk as he
filled my wife's mouth with cum. Tracy swallowed and swallowed, trying
not to lose any of his seed.

It seemed like he would never stop cumming. Still, she didn't stop
stroking and sucking on his cock. Her lips were glistening wetly from
her juices on his cock and some of his cum that had escaped her
voracious appetite.

I could see that Rob was weak kneed from his violent orgasm. After
several minutes he held my wife's head and pulled his cock from her
mouth. "I have to fuck you now."

"Yes?.." Tracy hissed in reply.

She turned on her knees and leaned forward to rest her arms on the
ground, leaving her ass in the air. Rob knelt behind her and rubbed the
head of his cock up and down her slit. Juice was dripping from her pussy
as he teased her.

"Please put your cock in me, Rob. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me
NOW!"

She thrust her ass back at the same time Rob drove forward. He slammed
all the way in her until his pubic hair was scratching her ass. I was
awe struck as I watched his shiny black cock sliding back out of my
wife's pussy. Then they drove together again.

Rob's only contact with my wife was his cock buried in her pussy.
Neither of them said anything. But there movements were a well
choreographed dance. They moved in unison. Pulling away from each other,
only to slam their bodies together again.

Tracy was whimpering as she had orgasm after orgasm. She repeatedly
impaled herself on Rob's cock trying to get more and more of him in her
burning hole. Minute after minute the wet slapping sounds got louder and
louder. Several of the women watching the muscular black stud fuck my
white wife cried out with their own orgasm.

My own prick was so engorged I was in pain as I watched my young black
friend slam his long thick lance into my wife's pussy.

Finally, Rob roared as he grabbed Tracy's hips and held her, with his
cock completely buried in her pussy, pumping his fertile sperm deep in
her womb.

Once again, everything got quiet. Then Rob got up and helped Tracy up.
They stood in front of me with Tracy looking at the ground and Rob
looking me in the eye. "I'm going to take her to bed now. You can have
her back in the morning."

I was unable to speak. I had been so confident that my wife would
happily return to my side after a little fling. Now I wasn't so sure.
Tracy raised her head and looked at me. She leaned forward and gave me a
kiss.

My wife looked around and was startled to see all of our friends
witnessing her falling under the black man's spell. Her luscious body
was exposed for them. Rob's cum mingled with her own juices were running
down her legs.

She smiled at our guests. "You may go now. My lover is going to take me
to bed." I hoped I would be able to watch from the window. I didn't know
what else I could do.


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