When I was a younger man in my mid 20's I became involved with a married black couple near my hometown.
I first met Anthony while working as an assistant manager at a small town RadioShack in southeast Alabama. He had been hired as a sales associate to work mornings and weekends and as I was the opening manager that meant he'd be working the same hours as me.
Anthony was a pleasant fellow though I knew right off the bat he had no problem kissing ass. Only slightly younger than me, he was tall, dark and thin and what most women would probably consider to be handsome. Every morning he brought me coffee and donuts and he was always sure to bring my favorites. He even went so far as to place them on a dish garnished with whipped cream. This was always left on my desk in the back room like clockwork. It was unusual but nothing unheard of so I never examined it very closely. It was just one of his quirks.
Anthony was married to a woman named Fran. She was a bit older than him but not by much. Fran worked as a bank teller right across the street from our store and on her lunch breaks she would visit Anthony and sometimes she would bring food for both of us.
Fran was a gorgeous specimen; almond eyes, full lips, perfect coke bottle shape, round bubble ass and a really great set of double D's. She had a darker complexion than Anthony and always wore a pixie style cut on top of her perfectly shaped head. Staring at her was one of the highlights of my day. She was fine and she fucking knew it.
Anthony noticed me watching her but never did or said anything in objection. In fact, he often encouraged me to look.
"What do you think of my woman?" he would ask often.
"Look at that ass!" he would say, or "How would you like to squeeze those tits?"
At first it made me feel uncomfortable but after a while it became common place and I would even chime in sometimes with things like "Damn man. You are one lucky motherfucker." or "I wish I could get a piece of that."
Anthony would just smile and nod his head.
Fran went to church every Sunday and when she came in after service she would always be dressed to a T. Anthony would always prep me for her appearance with things like "Wait until you see what she's wearing today!" and when she pulled up he would always stop whatever he was doing to come find me so we could watch her walk in from the car together.
Women were always our favorite topic of discussion and Fran was at the top of the list. We never discussed specific tastes in sex but we generalized a whole lot. Luckily there weren't any female employees on our shift to worry about offending. Whenever the store was empty, which was often in the mornings, we'd have all the televisions tuned in to BET's 106 and Park with AJ and Free and we'd be checking out all the big ass booty's shaking in all the latest music videos.
One Sunday when we were closed to the public for quarterly inventory, Fran stopped by as accustomed and AS USUAL she was dressed to kill. This time she was wearing a skin-tight yellow dress that hugged every curve in just the right way. It was very low cut; possibly what some might consider a little too low cut for church as her cleavage was spilling out in epic proportions. The hem came down to just above her knees and her sexy legs were on full display right down to her feet which were adorned by a sharp pair of burgundy heels.
We both watched as she walked through the car park and on into the store. Everything around us seemed to move in slow motion as she entered and walked toward us. Anthony had tried to describe her attire to me earlier in the day but didn't even come close to bringing it justice.
She walked right up to her husband and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Her back was to me and Anthony caught me staring at her perfect round ass.
"You want to touch it?" he asked nonchalantly.
I looked at him like "DUDE!! She's right here! She can hear you!!"
"Well, do you?" he repeated.
Fran turned her head and smiled at me.
"Just look at it man. Look at how big and round it is. Don't you just want to grab onto it?"
I was floored but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
