My Fortieth Birthday Surprise

"Hello baby," I answered the phone with a slight southern drawl and flirtatious nature.

"You wanna fuck?" came the voice on the other end.

"Mmmmmm you know it hon," was all I could reply.

"It's that time of year, same place. See you there Friday. Love ya darling." And then he hung up.

I knew what this meant, it was birthday time again. And oh how I looked forward to my birthday treats with my hot, black, Philly lover. He knew exactly what I needed and was there to give it to me on my birthday.

We met the first time for my thirty-fifth birthday and have been meeting every year on the weekend closest to my birthday. We knew by being together even once a year would give us both satisfaction. This year was a milestone birthday for me as it was my fortieth and I must say I especially looked forward to this year, as I had been promised a surprise or two for my birthday.

I should tell you right off that I am not by any means in love with Lou but that I do enjoy having sex with him. Trust me he has the stamina of a young stud in heat so being with him once a year is plenty of time for me, just so I have time to recharge my batteries a bit before the next meeting. He is very adventurous in bed and he knows how to get me all hot and bothered with his words and his wonderful, 8 inch, dark meat.

We first met when I hit my sexual peak and was at the point of just needing some fun and exploration in my life as I had not really been with a lot of men prior to my marrying. I love my husband dearly but he is truly a dud in bed and never varies his technique much, always pumping in me until he feels I have achieved an orgasm and then releasing his jizz in me and falling asleep. The only thing that varies in our lovemaking is what position we have sex. My husband is just basically an old schooler and does not believe in changing routines. Even after twenty years of marriage, we still have sex at least two or three times a week but I need some variety.

When my sexual libido increased and I became so wanton with sexual desire, wanting to explore, wanting to be with other men and see what else was out there, my husband agreed to let me find other men and have fun, knowing full well he was not providing much adventure in the bedroom for me. So after a lengthy search of talking to men online and just really spending time chatting, getting to know them, phone calls and all, I found Lou. I had always fantasized about being with a black man and so my first hunt in my search was to find me a black man who could last for long periods of time and really get down and dirty with me.

My husband gave me his blessing and told me to enjoy myself the first year and so it has been since then. The perfect set up the first year was meeting my friend, Marilyn, in North Carolina and spending the night with her and celebrating my birthday as we had known each other for years and always found special ways to spend each other's birthdays with the other. It's funny when I think how Marilyn and I met and when we met, I was so opposite her, being that I was pretty much the Miss Goody Two Shoes and Marilyn was the Wild Woman. Now it is changed, I am more the Wild Woman and she has calmed down a good bit and become the straight laced one. But I still love her and she loves me and we accept each other and all the changes we have gone through, coming full circle with each other. Marilyn and I met in college and no matter how many moves or how stressful we found our lives at the time, we found time for each other; we made time for each other.

I planned the first weekend very carefully, taking time off work and meeting Marilyn first and then going to Virginia on Saturday morning to meet with Lou. I was excited and scared and not sure when I actually met face to face whether I could go through with having sex with him. Needless to say, I did go through with the sex and am glad I did as it has become a tradition now to meet once a year for my birthday at the same hotel for some really great sex.

The first year was basically just very verbal, controlling sex. We met for lunch and then went on to the hotel. As soon as we were behind closed doors, Lou's hands and mouth were all over me, undressing me and kissing my voluptuous breasts and my neck and everywhere.

Once I released his monster throbbing cock from the confines of his pants and we moved to the bed, it seems we had nonstop sex and fucking, taking a couple of bathroom breaks and breaking off for dinner and then resuming again, humping and pumping and fucking all night long. His verbal control of me was so intense and mind blowing, I gave myself to him completely in that 17-hour period. I became his white bitch and slut and was at his command.

We left that weekend making the commitment to meet again the next year, knowing that the next meet would be a bit spicier than the first.

I was not disappointed the second year we met, as Lou had set up a camera and had it on a timer to take photos regularly throughout our session. I keep those pictures to look at when I am feeling naughty and needing to see that black, Adonis like body ramming his hard, steel like rod deep in my pink pussy. His dark skin color against my contrasting pale pink, almost white, albino looking skin is such a difference that it is so erotic to see together and in turn gets me all hot and bothered again, knowing I will see him and feel him deep in me again.

For my thirty-seventh birthday, the surprise was a video camera set up in the room angled perfectly at the bed to catch us in our homemade porn flick. All sessions were always very verbal and very powerful, him taking me and making me his white bitch and slut and me begging for that hot, black, dark chocolate cock to fuck me deep and hard. The videos we made are so much better than any porn flick around, because we are the stars and seeing myself under this dark body, my paleness just contrasting him so much, makes me wonder why I never had a black man before that.

For my thirty-eighth and thirty-ninth birthdays, we explored a few of my fantasies with him taking on the roles I had fantasized about. My thirty-ninth birthday was the one I explored my spanking fantasy with him and that got Lou so hot, he could not stand it; if I remember correctly, he came almost as soon as he entered me after spanking my bare bottom, making it all red and hot and bothered and I know his fingers teasing my clit and exploring my wet snatch between spankings did not hurt either. It was such a delight to feel his hand slapping down on my butt cheeks and then feeling his fingers slip down my cracks and tease me until I could do anything but beg him to fuck me, take me deeper than before.

We have explored some bondage and a bit of discipline and some domination/submitting as well, trying to keep our meeting interesting and not the same thing, not getting in to a rut.

This year the drive was much different for me, as I usually made a stop at Marilyn's house for a few hours of prebirthday fun, she and I doing something to celebrate my birthday, because she had moved to Georgia, so I could only stop for a rest break about half way to Virginia, stopping to stretch my legs and take a quick restroom break. I was so excited this year, knowing that I was going to have a wonderful fortieth birthday surprise waiting for me.

I know by time I reached the hotel I was about to explode just knowing that my sweet hunk of black meat was waiting for me, ready to take my tight hole over and over again. By the time I reached the outskirts of the town the hotel was located, it was just past dinner time and I had really not eaten since breakfast, so I stopped and grabbed a bite to eat before heading to the hotel.

Upon reaching the hotel, I slipped in fairly unnoticed, caught the elevator up to the floor the room was on and then headed to Lou's room. I adjusted my blouse, unbuttoning most of the buttons to expose my unclad tits, so that Lou would have free access to them. When he opened the door, he immediately started kissing my neck and moved down to my exposed breasts.

The room was a bit dark and I so wanted to get further in the room so we were not in the hall for everyone to watch us. He pulled me in closer and closed the door. I could hear movement but could not see anything because he had a bouquet of balloons for me and was smothering me with them. Still attached by our hug and holding each other, he drew me into the room further and threw me down on the bed and told me that this birthday was definitely going to be the best I would have. Throwing me down on the bed, I felt another body, a leg perhaps, but could not tell as the room was very dark.