Coming to an Arrangement
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I’m an ex con renting a room over the garage of Earl and Margie, this middle aged married couple. Earl was sketchy as hell, but his wife was thick, just the way I liked her. She was nice too. Talked real polite and friendly to me even though she knew I had a rough background. Even though she’s my type, I’d never make a move on her cause I don’t wanna mess up my living situation. It can be hard finding a place to stay when you got a record. Hard to get a job, too. That’s why I found myself going to Earl and apologizing for not being able to make rent this month. He looked my large black frame up and down in a way that unnerved me. Reminded me of the looks I got in the prison showers sometimes by inmates hoping I’d drop the soap. Earl confirmed my suspicions by saying, “You’re a real big guy. You big…everywhere?” I balled my fists at the obvious implication, but kept my cool. “Yeah, sure. So anyways, I should have the money to you by next week.” He stared directly at my crotch and said, “Or maybe we could come to some other…arrangement.” I stood to my full 6 foot 4 inch height and crossed my arms. “I ain’t doing no gay shit, man.” He didn’t back down, just smirked at me. “I ain’t talking ‘bout me. I seen the way you’ve looked at my wife. You’d fuck HER, right?” My shoulders sagged as I’d read the situation wrong. “You want me to plow your wife?” Earl nodded. “For free rent this month?” I pressed. He grinned, and nodded again then said, “I’ll take that as a yes. Just wait for a text from me this afternoon, then come over and fuck her. Ya don’t gotta explain nothing to her, she’ll be wet and ready.” He stuck out a hand, and I shook it in a daze, then he left. An hour later I got a text from Earl’s phone that read, ‘Come and get it.’ It was followed by a pic of his wife’s fat ass. I went over to their front door, and after a moment’s hesitation, I walked inside. I didn’t see anyone on the main floor, so I headed up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. That’s where I found Margie. She was ass up, and just as ready to go as Earl said she’d be. Thankfully, Earl was nowhere in sight. Margie looked back at me, gave her butt cheek a slap and said, “Go on. Get that big dick out and fuck this ass like I know you wanted to since you seen her.” I must have misheard, but I didn’t care, and I didn’t ask questions. I dropped my drawers, and I went to work. I was pounding away and she was all, “Smack my fat ass! Smack it hard!” I obliged. A lot. She came twice, all while saying the nastiest things. When I was finally about to cum, she told me to do it inside her or the deal was off. So, yeah, I nutted in her wet cooch.
Afterwards, she gave me a big sloppy kiss and said, “If you can’t make rent next month, let me know. I mean, not me. Earl. Let Earl know. That’s important. Only Earl.” That was weird, but this whole fucking arrangement had been weird. I got out of there and didn’t see either of them for a few days. But then I saw Margie unloading groceries, and I went to help. “I uh, really enjoyed the other day, ma’am. Is that something you and your husband do often?” She cocked her head and looked at me like she didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. Then she frowned as if she understood something. She stormed into the house and I heard her yell, “Dammit Earl! How many times I gotta tell you to stay outta my body! If you wanna fuck the tenets, you gotta figure out a way to do it on your own.”