I was walking down the hallway to my apartment when I heard "hey can I talk to you for a minute?" If he wasn't looking dead at me, I would have just kept walking. With a raised eyebrow, I took my earbuds out.
I knew this white guy lived in this building but hadn't really talked to him before. "What's up?" I respond tentatively. He seemed a little nervous, which made me regret even stopping more.
"So.. um... what do you think of my wife?"
"Oh.. um.. she's nice I guess?" I turned to walk away, confused by the conversation. The wife was pretty fucking hot actually. Definitely out of his league, but I never really thought too much about this couple.
"Hey, wait!" He called keeping up with me. "Can we talk in your apartment quickly?" To which I flatly replied, "no".
He blurted out, "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to fuck my wife." That at least got me to stop and shoot him a confused look. In a more controlled undertone, he said "she has seen you around and wants to fuck you."
"What? Why?"
"She thinks you are sexy and strong, probably really big, and would fuck her really good."
If I'm honest, I wouldn't describe myself as sexy or strong.. it sounds like she wants to fuck me because I'm black and live close. And yet, I felt a little excitement now that I'm really thinking about her body.
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes to what?"
"Yes to fucking my wife? I want you to fuck my wife."
I rolled my eyes, but he said anxiously "please? I am able to give her so much, but she clearly wants more sexually. How about we come by in like an hour and talk about it?" And he shuffled away before I could say more. I stood there for a couple minutes, seriously debating whether that conversation had actually happened.
Back in my apartment, I showered and put on some comfortable clothes. I thought it was dumb to wait, but found myself doing it anyway. Eventually, a knock comes at my door.
I open to see the neighbor giving me a friendly nod and his wife behind him. They walk in and I get a better look at her while they walk to the couch. She looked fucking sexy in a tight shirt that hugged her handful sized tits and her ass, bigger than I realized, packed into leggings. I felt a little blood rush down as I closed the door and sat in a nearby chair.
There was a pause as he gave me an unreadable look, she gave an extremely readable "fuck me" look, and I looked back blankly. Finally, he said, "I'm not sure how best to start this. Should we just.. get down to business?"
"Um.. we?" I responded and he gave a nervous laugh "right, well.. I guess my part is just getting you two together."
"I can take it from here," She said. "Your name is Jordan, right? I'm Kelsey." She stood up in front of my chair, slowly shifting her hips around like they were blowing in the wind. "If you like what you see, we can get right to it."
I was captivated by her, before briefly pulled from my trance by "you should touch her" coming from across the room. Before I could react, Kelsey was on my lap and pulling her shirt off. All thoughts of the weirdness of the moment went flying with her bra that she flung across the room, while she straddled my lap. I buried my face between her soft tits, kissing and licking her nipples.