"I love you, with everything in me. Today, as you rise to the beginning of your 60th anniversary of life, I want you to know that today is about you, and only you, and you can do whatever you like, for you and only. This weekend, the kids and I have planned some "dad time" with you Alan, but on this Thursday, I want you to feel free to tell me whatever you like, and I as your humble wife will make it happen," Tracy said.
She was buttering me up I thought, but in reality she wanted this old dog happy.
We were laying in bed when I rolled over after waking up, and saw her smiling face reflecting from the sun as she had in hand a small, red velvet cupcake with a number 60 candle on top.
"Happy birthday my love. Make a wish," she said, and I would before blowing the candle, then kissing her on the lips as I accepted my favorite mini dessert.
"So what do you want to do?"
I took a long, deep sigh after I ate the cake, and asked the question:
"Can I have a hall pass?"
Her smile dropped as he left eye rose for she was confused.
"My love, it's been over 50 years since you needed one of those," she said as she gave the 'deer in headlights' look.
She and I had threesomes in our early years before we became parents to four now-adult children. In fact, we did it regularly, until we found out Carla, our eldest daughter, was coming along and we had to reshape our priorities. I loved everything about Tracy to where we hung like glue for 35 years. I was true to our bond as the breadwinner being a surgeon, while she was a high school teacher and we fostered what seemed like the perfect life in our four bedroom home. Through this time there was a transition, a transition as we, the entire family, grew older and things changed, to include the kids leaving the house, and my wife no longer wanting sex as she once did. My libido didn't curl up and die, but instead sizzled like butter in a frying pan as I found myself wanting it more and more, but she blocked my advances as of recent. I asked for this, and explained what it was in detail as her eyes rolled, as if she was saying she already knew what I meant and was being sarcastic.
"So at what point did you require this," she asked.
In my mind she asked what I wanted on my birthday, and I saw no harm or foul after explaining my reasoning.
"So you want to cheat on your wife with another woman? What it is, you need a handjob? You want your little guy to get sucked, or perhaps feel another vagina? All vaginas are built the same, love," she said as she slightly protested.
I let her ramble for five minutes until she would finally give in, but what she didn't know, was that the "hall pass" I was requesting had nothing to do with women.
I wanted to be with a man.
"I'll grant you this, but one time, and one time only. You have until midday Saturday, to do what you please with whomever else. I don't wanna know about it, and most important, whatever that person may have, you better make sure you don't bring it here," she said to me.
She kissed me on the lips, then climbed out of the bed as her demeanor turned cold, for deep down she wasn't feeling the proposition. Tracy went along just because, as I would've done for her as we've compromised many times in our marriage as it would result in our overall happiness. This however was a turning point since I haven't had sex in over 10 years, around the time Mark, our second oldest, had our first grandchild, Mark, Jr.
"It was as if our sex life vanished," I explained during my plea.
She claimed she fully understood and wanted to appease my wishes, and so she departed from the bedroom to make a pot of coffee, then relaxed in the sunroom to give me space. I grabbed my phone from the night stand, then logged into the sites to see if my "potential lovers" were available.
"Nice profile. You get what you been looking for," asked Elijah.
I created profiles on sites out of curiosity, as the years passed and I found myself watching porn and addicted to seeing black cock. Elijah, a 24 year old barber, stood out the most with his perfect body at six foot two, 190 lbs., and didn't "look the part" of a gay man as I became attracted to straight-looking guys.
"You're just gonna stare at my profile and not answer my question," he asked me minutes later as I was eyeing his photos, from his perfectly manicured goatee down to that tree branch between his knees.
"Just in awe of your photos, Elijah," I told him. "And no, I still haven't found anyone."
I was lying as I could take my pick, but he was number one, and I was hoping he'd be my birthday desire.
"You could always come by my place, if you can't host. I think I may be what you're looking for," he said as my eyes were locked on his cock.
He claimed it to be eight inches, but it was a thick piece of wood, and I craved putting my lips on it for it was shaped so perfect. Sure I want to cum, too, but I was feeling like if I would be with a man, especially a young stud like Elijah, I would most likely be the submissive one in a group.
"I've never done this before, ever," I warned him as I needed some "tutelage," perhaps instruction on how to properly please a cock. I'd give him my phone number once he laid out his schedule, then I got up, showered thoroughly, and got dressed before slipping through the kitchen exit as Tracy clearly had up a wall. I felt somewhat guilty, but a part of me said "forget it, she granted the hall pass, and you should make it count." I followed the directions on the GPS to Elijah's place as he lived on the opposite side of town, in a brownstone like apartment where there was hardly any parking. I'd found a spot, then made my way inside to get buzzed up, walking to an elevator for it to rise to the top floor of the 10-story former bank. I walked the hallway of the renovated building with its marble walls and floors, then knocked on his door as he greet me behind it, with me walking in and finding him completely naked except for some red Adidas flip flops.
"I like to get right down to business," he said as that dick of his was already stiff, and leaning over.
Elijah seemed a bit more intimidating in person with his athletic frame and thick cock.
"If you scared man, we can have a drink or smoke. Do whatever it is you need to calm your nerves," he told me as he shook my hand then led me to his modest living room.
Music videos were playing on his large television until he grabbed a remote to turn it to porn, then walking into his kitchen as he pulled out a bottle of vodka and some orange juice.
