Bonnie and Klyde

"My, he's a big one, isn't he?" my wife said aloud as we spied the black couple coming up our new home's front walk. I felt her cuntal walls clench again around my diminishing cock as we stood back from the window, hoping they didn't see us watching them. I looked down at the petite woman cuddled in my arms in front of me and wondered what it was she might be thinking.

I instead tried to answer her question as I extricated my softening cock from her sopping slit. "Mmm, seems so, at least compared to the little woman," I replied as I got a better look as they approached. He was tall and lanky, had to be over six feet, skin like mahogany. She was probably shorter than my wife, her skin more the color of milk chocolate.

"Lisa, get the door. I should throw on some clothes before we meet more of the neighborhood," I said, gesturing to my bathrobe as I made my way upstairs.

"Well, Steve, I didn't really dress for company myself!" she reminded me as I looked down to her from the stairs. Her tattered tank shirt was sweat-soaked, and she just now readjusted the crotch of her worn cutoffs to cover her pussy.

"Make the best of it, honey. I'll be down in a sec!" I told her before I disappeared into our bedroom.

Moments after hearing the doorbell, I shuffled down the stairs, hoping to join my wife to greet the visitors. I didn't quite make it, as my wife had just ushered them into our living room.

Now in a loose pair of navy running shorts and an oversized tee shirt, I wrapped my left arm around Lisa's small waist as I extended the right to greet the neighbors.

"Hi, I'm Steve. You are.." I smiled as I shook both their hands in turn.

"I'm Klyde Robinson, and this is my lovely new wife, Bonita," the tall, dark stranger said with a big white smile. He really was tall. He towered almost a foot over my nearly six foot frame. He had on a red sleeveless tee and some silky-looking black calf-length shorts.

"Klyde Robinson," I said, the name sounding familiar. "Didn't you play for the.." I drew a blank again, trying to think of the pro basketball team's name.

"Yeah, I did," he smiled again, happy to be recognized. "But, I had to retire early, knee blew out on me."

I began to give my regrets, but he selflessly stopped me. "That's alright. During my short time pro, I did well enough to able to find a nice place at the bottom of the cul-de-sac and relax with the little woman here." He punctuated this with a playful, but sound, series of pats to his spouse's derriere.

And what a derriere it was. The young lady, who was probably five to ten years Klyde's junior, was gorgeous. Her small oval face held big brown eyes, a button nose and the thickest, most succulent lips I'd ever seen. Her black hair was straightened and framed her face nicely. Her body, though, looked like the template for every rap video model. Curves in all the right places, though her boobs, to my relief, were no larger than Lisa's. They sat high and proud under her stretch crop top though. Her legs' smooth curves flared up to her wide hips and small waist. A pair of designer jeans, transformed into cuffed shorts, seemed painted onto her. It was that ghetto booty, though, that really caught my attention when she turned towards him as he clapped her bottom. It was the kind of back porch a man could rest his beer on. The high, full, outthrust cheeks seemed to defy gravity.

"Steve?" Oops, back to reality.

I turned to my wife, and she squinted at me a little as she told me, "Look, Steve. Bonita made us a pecan pie!" I looked down to see a very delicious-looking pie in her hands.

"Bonnie is fine," said the dark lovely. I noted a slight Southern twang.

"Bonnie's from down South," Klyde informed us. "Everybody gets pecan pies when they're visited down there," he kidded, pinching the woman at her bared waist.

"Oh, will you stop, they do not!" Bonnie replied.

Klyde continued. "My family is just in the next town. That's why I decided to settle here, near the family."

"So you'er newlyweds?" my wife asked, in reference to Klyde's earlier introduction.

"Yes, just over a month. That's when we moved in here." Bonnie said.

"So we just thought we'd drop by, be neighborly." Klyde said.

"I'm sorry we look such a mess," my wife apologized. "We weren't expecting anybody this early."

"You look fine to me," Bonnie drawled softly to my wife as she looked her up and down.

"We were just getting ready to hang curtains, thought we'd get an early start and try and get finished with the moving in," I interjected.

"Yeah, we saw you when we started up the walk," Bonnie smiled. I wondered how much they had actually seen. From the look my wife gave me, she seemed like she was wondering, too.

"If you still need some help, we can be of service. Klyde comes in handy for those type of jobs!" Bonnie praised as she looked up at him and rubbed his upper arm.

"Yeah, sure, whatever I can help you two with, Steve, Lisa!" He smiled, rubbing his big palms together.

"Why, we'd appreciate that!" exclaimed my wife. "Why don't you take a seat and I'll have Steve get you something cool to drink while I take care of this scrumptious pie!" Lisa said, looking at Bonnie.

"That sounds great! It's already hot out there!"said Klyde as he ushered his wife to the loveseat as Lisa pointed me in the direction of the kitchen.

After my wife sat the pie plate on the kitchen counter, she turned to me.