Leroy's Birthday

"Happy birthday, baby," Elizabeth purred into Leroy's ear. He was 69 today. He woke slowly, stretching out his tired limbs in the soft bed, smiling lecherously at his wife.

"Thank you baby," he said. "Any thoughts on how you'd like to start today?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"You've told everyone who will listen how you'll start this day. A 69 to start the day, followed by your wench wife making you breakfast, drawing your bath, rubbing your feet, and being at your beck and call for the remainder of the day."

"And is that so bad?" Leroy asked with a smile.

"Is it so different than any other day?" Elizabeth asked, the edge of her lip quirking. They both slept nude each night, and she slid over her Black husband's body, gripping his large, mostly soft tool in her hand and gently stroking it, her sex perched right above his lips.

"Not really," Leroy admitted. He reached up, gripping Elizabeth by the hips and tugging her down, starting to noisily munch on her pussy, as he felt her lips envelope his cock. This was going to be a great year, indeed.

***

Elizabeth made breakfast for Leroy Adams, Leroy Adams, Jr., Emmitt Till Adams, Isaiah Jones, Isaac Jones, Zachariah Jones, Ezekiel Jones, Sarah Jones, Moses Jones, Jr., and Samson Jones. A bevy of Black children and half-Black children, all with their own tastes. She wore her Lions jersey, giving Leroy a long hot bath, and another blowjob, before a foot massage. And then she went to her dad's room to serve him some spiced tea. He'd been sick lately.

"Hey dad," Elizabeth whispered, entering the room. There was no response. "Dad? Dad!?"