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# Posted: 7 Jun 2006 10:21:41
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Kathy and I have been married 9 years and have two children. She is 40 years old and is actually older than I am. I am 35. Part of me thinks that she married a younger guy, because she was convinced I would be more carefree and spontaneous. Or perhaps it was because I made a good living. Although I work day and night, I earn a great salary in the financial sector. Unfortunately, my long hours and the raising of children put a toll on our love life. By the time of this story, we were only having sex once every few months.
Kathy is not a model by any standard. She has a larger ass, although it’s very shapely. She is rather tall at 5’8~, has dark brown hair, brown eyes and very large breasts. Her bra cup size is 38dd. Her legs are strong and thick. She has a great smile and a wonderful face. She has always been a bit of a party girl. She isn’t shy about saying how much she likes black men. For example, she will recite compliments that they have thrown her away no matter how long ago. She gushes over certain black actors.
None of it mattered much to me. I was working too many hours and was too caught up in my job. Maybe the fact that she wasn’t some petite model started to make my mind think she was unattractive. Either way, our sex life was lame. I won’t lie and pretend I am any stud myself. My cock is over 5 inches long, but its not particularly thick. My stamina in bed was no longer what it had once been.
Nearly a year ago, my wife and I traveled to Chicago to attend a house warming party of some close friends. We were having trouble convincing my sister in-law to spend the entire weekend babysitting our two kids. So rather than spend the entire weekend in Chicago, we decided to just go for the day.
The drive is just over two hours and we got to the party a bit early. We hung out for most of the afternoon by the pool, drinking and grilling out. My wife is one of those types that does not drink regularly but when she is away from the house, she can really cut loose. By the end of the afternoon, she was thoroughly drunk. I basically had to pull her away from the party in order to start the drive back home.
About an hour in the trip, the engine light came on in my car. It also seemed to be having trouble accelerating. By this time, we were out of Chicago, but still in the northwestern part of Indiana. The area we were in tended to look a bit depressed, and I was hoping to keep going. The thermostat in the car was also showing that the engine was heating up.
At this point, my wife and I started to argue. I admit that I am not the most knowledgeable about cars and engine problems. Due the effects of the alcohol, my wife was not holding back in her comments. She kept harping on the fact that I didn’t know what the issue was. It was pissing me off to no end, as we were trying to figure out what to do. She also claimed that if we went any further, she’d have to pee her pants because she had to use the restroom so bad.
The decision was kind of made for me. The car now was having difficulty even doing 50 miles per hour on the interstate. At the next exit, I pulled off and started to head down the road looking for a McDonalds or gas station where she could use the restroom and we could look at the car.
It seems like every single exit nowadays has a dozen stores built up right around the exit, but not here. There were some old boarded up stores, but mostly it was just a few abandoned homes and grass fields. I figured if I kept going in the direction I was headed I would run into outskirts of the city of Gary.
About two miles down the road, I saw a convenience store and pulled into the parking lot. The windows were basically covered up with posters and had security bars over them. I parked near the front and my wife ran in to use the restroom. I popped the hood open to see if could figure out what the issue was. While I was standing over the engine, a Ford Expedition SUV pulled into the store parking lot and parked around the side and towards the rear. Three black guys got out and started walking around to the front of the store. As the walked by, they made some comments about how ~white boy~ has some car troubles.
As they were opening the door to go in, my wife was coming out. They immediately started making comments about how ~fine~ she was looking. One said ~mmm, what a booty~ as they walked into the store. My wife just giggled. Rather then being afraid, she was enjoying the attention.
Kathy was obviously still buzzed. She didn’t seem to be worried at all. After I told her that I could not figure out what the problem was, we decided to call a tow truck. She called her sister and told her we would be late. The three guys came out and were walking by back to their SUV. They asked what the problem was and I said that I had no clue but was going to call a tow truck. They were making jokes as they walked by. Essentially they were chuckling about fact that I was white, had my wife with me and was broken down outside of a ghetto.
I went inside to ask for a phone book to call a tow truck. The black lady behind the desk was a total bitch. She didn’t have a phone book, which I believed, and she wasn’t about to help track down any numbers for tow trucks.
When I went outside my wife was in the front seat of the car, with the door open, just sitting back waiting for me. As I was telling her about the fact that I didn’t have a tow truck number, the three black guys walked back up to us. They were very bright eyed and all smiles. I am pretty sure they had been smoking some weed. Their eyes were completely glassed over.
The most handsome one asked if we needed any help. I told him our dilemma, and one of the other guy’s piped in about how his uncle has a towing business. I asked for the number so I could call, but he claimed that he didn’t know the number at the Uncle’s actual business. But he said he could call the Uncle’s house number and track him down. He walked way a bit and talked on his cell phone and came back.
Apparently the uncle was out on another tow truck call. When he got back in, his house had assured this guy that the uncle would call us. When I asked how long that was going to be, the black guy got a little bit of attitude and told me to chill out.
Meanwhile, the handsome guy is talking to my wife the whole time. She was still leaned back in the front seat with the door open and her feet out on the ground. Her legs were thick, but very smooth and tanned. Her tight t-shirt was stretched out over her large breasts. The handsome guy was openly flirting with her, and she loved the attention. He stood sort of hunched over her, talking away, all smiles.
When I interrupted them and asked what she wanted to do, she acted like the answer was obvious. I suggested that maybe we should just try to drive back out to the interstate and make it further down the road to the next exit. She scoffed at that idea, acted like an idiot and wondered why we wouldn’t just wait for the one guy’s uncle to come get the truck.
The third black guy had gone back to the SUV and came back with a 40 oz of malt liquor. They were joking about how they would protect us from all the mean black savages in the area. They were obviously mocking me and could sense I was nervous. In all honesty, they had been nothing but friendly. I kept feeling like they were trying to con me somehow, but my wife was loving the attention and was talking to them as if she was still at a social outing.
The guys could sense the tension. I was a bit frustrated that I couldn’t warn my wife to be careful. Any time I tried to subtlety drop a hint to her, they would jump all over my case and she would just mock me. She reminded me that she had wanted to pull over right away, and it was I that had insisted on pushing it.
The guys introduced themselves. They were all in their 20’s. The handsome smiley guy said his name was Ray. He was fairly dark but was obviously in great shape. Ray was muscular and over 6 foot tall. He had shaved his head bald and seemed to be overly happy. The guy’s whose uncle had the tow business was named Antwaan (spelling?). He had short hair, was dark, thin and probably my height. He wasn’t overly muscular or intimidating. Antwaan also seemed to be more serious than the others, not so smiley or cheerful. The last guy was Marcus. He had lighter skin, almost yellowish. Marcus was tall, maybe 6’3~ and had dreadlocks.
Ray was now being very obvious with my wife. He would periodically lick his lips and say ~mmm , baby you are looking good~. She would giggle and laugh was eating up the attention. Marcus said they had a few joints back at their SUV if we were interested. I wasn’t at all, but my wife immediately said okay. The guys laughed about how I was a bit of an uptight stiff who needed to relax a bit. My wife laughed and agreed.
As my wife started getting up to go over there, I sort of encouraged her to stay put. She snapped at me a bit louder this time about how we had nothing to do but wait and to just shut up! The guys were laughing about how she just told me off. At this point, I figured I would just keep my mouth shut. Marcus and Ray were sort of holding a small side conversation by themselves as they walked in front. I followed them back to their SUV parked on the side and a bit towards the rear of the store.
Up to this point, we had always been right up at the front of the parking lot in plain view. A few other customers had pulled up, come and gone while we were out front. But now we were headed away from the windows and away from the traffic. The sun was setting and dusk was starting to set in. At this point, I was frustrated, but not overly scared. It was apparent to me that Ray, Marcus and Antwaan weren’t psycho. Obviously, I was intimidated that there were three of them and they were all ogling my wife openly in front of me.
Back at the SUV, my wife got in the back seat and Ray got in next to her. Marcus and Antwan got in the front seats. I was still standing outside with the doors open. You could tell they wanted the doors shut and barked for me to get in. I slid in next to Kathy. At this point, she was right between Ray and me.
They lit up the smoke and started passing it around. I could tell that they were pushing it a bit on my wife. Kathy was still buzzed and was taking a hit every time she could. They also were encouraging me, but I kept refusing. I was worried about our drug testing policy at work and turned it down. In the end, it didn’t really matter. The windows were cracked, but the smoke was just lingering inside the car.
Antwaan offered me some malt liquor. I actually had drunken some of these in my college days. Wanting to fit in, and possibly the effects of the weed, caused me to accept his invitation. So there we were, outside of the Gary area, in a SUV with three strangers. Ray kept trying to cop feels of my wife. His hands would be on her legs and she wouldn’t turn him down. If Ray tried to squeeze her breast, she would hold his hand for a bit but then eventually move it away. They kept calling her a tease and asking her to show some skin.
Every time they asked, she would periodically look over at me and see that I was disapproving. She would refuse their pleas and let it slip one time ~not while my husband is right here!!!!~ Eventually they asked just for her to lift her t-shirt quickly and show them her bra. They were asking if that was at least cool with me. Again, they were like used car salesmen as they explained that she probably shows more skin at the pool in her bathing suit. Since I was just tired of their pleas, I told her to do whatever she wanted. With a few more pleas, she went ahead and lifted up her shirt and flashed her bra at them. Her big tits were bulging against the bra she was wearing. You could tell her nipples were erect.
Ray, Antwaan and Marcus were obviously pleased with what they saw. They were telling her everything she wanted to hear. The flash only encouraged them to get more forward. Ray asked me whether she gave good head. I sort of shrugged it off and laughed as if he were joking. Again, a few more disparaging comments were thrown my way about how I probably didn’t get my dick sucked at all. Marcus asked Kathy if I was a ~John Holmes~ white boy or if I was more the pencil dicked type. She laughed and replied, ~let’s just say he is no John Holmes~. Of course, they thought this was hilarious. I was right there in front of her, and she was having no qualms about putting me down. Whether it was the argument, the alcohol, the guys’ attention or the smoke, I suppose it really didn’t matter.
I noticed Ray sort of giving some eye motions to Antwaan in the front seat a few minutes earlier. Sure enough, Antwaan suggested that we get another couple of 40 oz malt liquors. All three of them claimed that they were out of cash and suggested that I go into the store and get them. I was hesitating, not wanting to leave Kathy alone with them. I figured I was giving her ample time to speak up and put me out of my misery. She said nothing as Ray’s arm was draped around her.
Marcus then handed me the keys saying ~here, take the keys if you are worried about us running off with her!~ Again, they hooted and hollered and thought this was hilarious. Antwaan then said ~dude, I’ll even go in there with you to make sure you don’t fuck it up!~ Frustrated with Kathy, I took Marcus’ keys and headed back to the store with Antwaan.
We got into the store and headed back to the cooler where the beer was. Antwaan kept talking, acting if we were suddenly long lost friends. I could tell that he knew the girl behind the front desk too. They were yelling at each other across the store talking about nothing in particular. Every time I grabbed a couple of bottles, Antwaan seemed to start talking. I definitely had that feeling that I was being conned or delayed on purpose. Within a few minutes, I had the bottles and was back up to the cashier to pay. Antwaan called me over to the chips aisle. He wanted me to grab some bags of chips too.
At his point, his cell phone rang. He handed the phone over to me, telling me it was his uncle. This was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I am not exactly sure how long it had been since we had initially called him, but it wasn’t a very long time before Antwaan’s uncle called back. I explained my situation and told him where I was. The uncle talked about how I would pay and all that. The voice on the other end of the phone said he would be there in about ½ hour. He suggested where it could be towed and said that my wife and I could ride in the tow truck over with him. So there it was, our predicament was almost over. To me that phone call seemed like my deliverance from the situation.
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