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.
At the cash register, I stood there with Antwaan as I bought the beer and chips. The bitchy cashier completely ignored me and just talked to Antwaan. We grabbed the stuff, left the store and started heading back to the SUV around the side and the rear of the store. As we got about 10 yards away, the rear window rolled down half way. Marcus was now in the back seat sitting where I formerly had been seated. He yelled over to Antwaan and said, “Why don’t you guys just keep walking for a bit”.
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.
At the cash register, I stood there with Antwaan as I bought the beer and chips. The bitchy cashier completely ignored me and just talked to Antwaan. We grabbed the stuff, left the store and started heading back to the SUV around the side and the rear of the store. As we got about 10 yards away, the rear window rolled down half way. Marcus was now in the back seat sitting where I formerly had been seated. He yelled over to Antwaan and said, “Why don’t you guys just keep walking for a bit”.
