“Happy anniversary,” she says in her high-pitched voice.
She helps him remove his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Her hands caress his muscular chest. He cups her breasts and his fingers gently massage her puffy nipples. Her hands move down to his waist. She unlocks his belt and unzips his pants. She reaches inside his boxers and takes a firm grip on his dick. As she begins to massage it, she feels it bulging within her grasp. They kiss and caress each other, then Kevin helps her out of her dress and pulls her down to the carpet. She helps him out of his boxers while he removes his shirt. With one hand she strokes his dick and with the other, begins to feel his balls.
She smiles playfully, then leans closer and allows her tongue to tease his balls. Her tongue moves upward, following the contour of his throbbing dick. Her tongue reaches the tip and she teases his swollen dick head. Slowly, she glides her tongue back down one side of his shaft, then right back up the other side, down the front and up along the other side again. She repeats the process several more times before allowing his hard, brown dick to fill up her jaws. Her head moves up and down on his shaft. She gently sucks it on the way up, and on the way down, the edges of her teeth graze the skin. Then she begins stroking the base of his dick while sucking on the end. She lets go of him momentarily to position herself on top of his face, allowing him to taste her bushy pussy. Then she stretches forward and resumes sucking on his massive dick.
After several minutes, she moves her body closer to his waist and while holding his dick in place, she eases down on top of it. Kevin enjoys watching her apple bottom bounce up and down on top of his dick. Shayla moans each time her wet pussy slides down and fills up with his big, hard dick. Then she begins to swivel her hips from side to side, grinding his cock deeper inside her warm pussy. She turns her head and smiles at him, seeing the pleasure on his face. She swivels her entire body around and resumes the up and down motion.
He watches her big breasts bounce up and down and reaches up to hold them. Shayla places her hands on top of his. She rides him intensely as his hands move down to her waist, helping her up and down, faster and harder, and minutes later, with the vigorous sensation increasing, they both reach an exhausting climax and cum at the same time. With a satisfied grin on her face, Shayla climbs off and crawls over to the pastry cart. She slices a big piece of cake, lies on his chest, and offers him a bite. He takes a huge bite, then she takes a huge bite as well. Each of them has white icing on their upper lip. They share a laugh while continuing to eat their anniversary cake.
• • •
The next morning, Shayla is driving to work with her coworker and best friend Tracy in the passenger seat. She is telling Tracy about the intimate, candlelit dinner that she and her husband had last night.
“Then, after dinner, we danced for a little bit, then we got naked and . . .”
Shayla glances across the front seat and notices that Tracy seems to be fighting back tears while gazing out the window. As she pulls into the employee parking lot, she finds the nearest empty spot and parks the car.
“Tracy, what’s wrong?” Tracy doesn’t respond. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t tell anybody.”
Tracy turns and glares at Shayla. “You mean like the time in high school, when you told everyone that I was in the broom closet giving Derek a blow job?”
“I told you, it just slipped out.”
“There was a crowd of people waiting with cell phone cameras when we opened the door.”
“I thought you were gonna swallow, or at least wipe your face off before you came out.”
Tracy folds her arms and turns her head away from Shayla.
“Come on, Tracy, you’re obviously upset about something. It’ll help if you talk about it.”
Tracy sighs and turns back to her friend, looking for some reassurance. “You promise not to tell anybody?”
Shayla tries to look and sound sincere.
“I promise.”
Tracy pauses, then explains to Shayla how, for the past four months, she and Derek have not had sex.
“Wow! You haven’t had any dick for four months?”
Tracy nods and as her eyes begin to swell with tears, Shayla reaches into her purse and pulls out some tissue, then hands it to Tracy.
“Have you tried wearing something sexy?”
Tracy explains that she tried wearing sexy sleepwear but Derek wouldn’t take his eyes off his books long enough to notice. Shayla consoles her friend by allowing Tracy to cry on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, we’ll think of something.”
• • •
Later that evening, Derek is in the front room of the apartment, pacing back and forth, waiting for Tracy to arrive home. After wearing a groove in the rug, he stops upon hearing a key in the lock. The door swings open, and Tracy is surprised to see him.
“Derek? I thought you were going to be at the library.”
“I changed my mind. Where’ve you been?”
“Shayla took me to the store after work.”