A chance encounter would change the fate of three people. That's what went through Chris Jenkins' mind as he lay on the floor, breathing the last breaths of his life.
If I didn't have to piss so bad, would I still be here?
He tried to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but instead he coughed up blood. The deep darkness of death crept in around his vision. He felt his heart slowing down. His body was done. Bon voyage!
Damn my bladder...
***
Tiffany West examined her nude body in the mirror. She frowned. She picked up her heavy breasts and let them fall back against her chest.
I really need to start jogging again. The girls are starting to sag.
She turned sideways and examined her stomach. It curved out slightly. She turned around completely and looked over her shoulder to examine her ass. She put her hands behind her and jiggled her butt. Ripples ran through her ample flesh.
I don't know why Eric likes this huge ass. It looks grotesque to me. I can clearly see the cellulite lines across my butt and thighs.
But her husband constantly raved about her ass and begged her not to lose too much weight. She loved him dearly and decided she could live with it.
She examined herself in the mirror again. She traced the tan line down her chest with her fingers. She never could find the time to go to the tanning salon. Eric and she had built a pool in the backyard several years ago but it would be a cold day in hell when she sunbathed nude out there.
I told him I would only consider it if he rebuilt the fence higher. But he seems to like the idea of our neighbors peeking over. I swear, I married a real pervert!
She chuckled at the thought. She could be just as perverted as her darling husband, albeit in other areas. None of her friends had anal sex with their husbands but Tiffany loved it. Of course, her friend Jan had sex with her husband in a movie theater, so there were different definitions of perverted.
She gave one last sigh at her reflection and began dressing.
I don't care what Eric says, I need to lose some weight. I am taking up jogging again.
As though her thoughts were a magical summons, Eric walked in the bathroom. His short brown hair was tussled from sleep and his eyes were barely open.
"Good morning," he mumbled as he hugged her from behind.
"Good morning, my love," she replied. She patted his hand and he let go. She bent over and finished pulling up her stocking. Eric had walked over to the toilet and was relieving himself.
"Eric!" she admonished him. "How many times do I have to tell you? Please wait until I leave the restroom to do that!"
"Sorry," he apologized. "I'm still half-asleep."
She shook her head and smiled as he continued to relieve himself.
Damn that man can piss gallons! What does he drink before he goes to bed?
"So honey, I am thinking about taking up jogging again. I have gained 5 pounds since the beginning of the year."
He finally finished and flushed the toilet. He walked back to her and hugged her again.
"Ok baby," he said. "Just don't lose too much of this nice ass." He squeezed her ass through her panties.
She smacked his chest playfully. "I swear, I sometimes think you are married to my ass and not to me."
He laughed and squeezed her ass again. "Your ass is nice and all, but who would make me dinner?"
He laughed and started ducking her half-hearted punches. She slapped him on his bare ass and shoved him out the bathroom.
"Get dressed you rascal! I need to pack Aaron's lunch before I take off."
He nodded as he walked to the closet. She admired his ass for a few seconds before shaking her head.
He isn't the only one who loves ass.
And with that cheerful thought, she finished dressing and packed her son's lunch. Eric was still dressing when she left for work.
***
Chris yawned at his desk and stretched his arms over his head.
I wonder what Eric is up to.
He left his cubicle to go see what his best friend was doing. He listened to the buzz of hundreds of people talking on the phone and had to dodge several other people who were on important errands.
He found his best friend surfing the web in his cubicle.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Chris roared, startling Eric so much that he almost fell out of his chair.
"Jesus Christ man, are you trying to give me a heart attack? I thought you were Mr. Carter there for a second."
Chris grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. "I am just keeping you on your toes, buddy. I thought I taught you to always keep an ear out. Looks like you are a hopeless cause."
Eric snorted. "Shit, the way you make it sound I should already be out of a job. I am good enough that Mr. Carter has never caught me."
"Whatever douche-bag. So, we doing lunch today or what?"
"I can't man, you know I am on a tight budget. Tiffany made some good pasta last night and there are some leftovers in the fridge. You can join me if you want."
Chris gave a theatrical sigh. "Leftover pasta? What did I do to deserve a dirt poor friend?"
"Oh shut up, you know you love her cooking," Eric shot back.
Chris sighed again but he couldn't deny it. Eric had married a damn fine cook. And a damn fine woman, as well. Chris liked to remind Eric that if he ever fucked up with her, he would swoop in and steal her in an instance.
Fuck me if she isn't a knockout. I love her long dark hair...and those curves! Eric always raves about her ass but he doesn't have to tell me that. And her tits! Fuck! I still remember that day at the beach when she wore those heavy knockers in a small bikini top. I didn't want to get out of the water because my fucking cock was bursting through my shorts!
He liked to tease Eric about having a threesome and he thought Eric was secretly for the idea, as he pretty much told him one drunken night, but he knew Tiffany would never do it in a million years.
Oh well, there are plenty of other fine women out there.
***
