Rufus . . . how do you measure that?

Rufus was a well-built, smooth-talkin' black man who coveted his neighbor's sexy wife. The wife, in question, was a sexy white woman in her own right. She had a round, tight ass that men lusted over. Often she would wear these skimpy shorts that rode high on her buttocks, leaving little to the imagination upon bending over.

"Gawddayuuuum!" Rufus exclaimed every time he scoped out that booty while looking out his window. "Mmmm . . . I gotta tap dat ass," he would say with conviction.

Being a charismatic fellow, Rufus flashed his smile and laid on the charm every time he saw his neighbor's wife, attempting to seduce her. Initially, she rebuffed his smooth-talkin' ways, but over time warmed up to the advances of her next door lothario. After a good amount of wooing and smooth-talkin', Rufus finally managed to lead her back to his lair for an afternoon tryst. Rufus was eager to claim his prize. There he stood in his bedroom doorway, snuggin' and smoochin' with his neighbor's cheating wife, really puttin' the moves on trying to get her disrobed.

When Rufus attempted to remove her shirt during heavy petting, the wife pushed Rufus' hands away, impeding his advances. But, as Rufus continued to kiss along her neck she arched her head up and cooed in an inquisitive tone, "Rufus?"

"Yeah, baby?" Rufus responded breathing heavily as he continued man-handling his neighbor's wife.

"How big is your chest size?" the cheating wife asked.

In between kisses, Rufus responded intermittently saying, "Um, . . . it's . . . fourty-six inches, baby, why?"

"Oh, nothing, just wonderin', just wonderin'" the cheating wife said. "And, Rufus, how do you measure that?" she continued.

Rufus replied, "With a tape measure, baby, with a tape measure."

The two continued to kiss and pet one another with much passion. After removing the wife's shirt, her bra was Rufus' next target. But, before he could remove it, the wife again pushed Rufus' hands away, impeding his advances. But, as Rufus continued to kiss along her neck she again arched her head up and cooed in an inquisitive tone, "Rufus?"

"Yeah, baby?" Rufus responded with a somewhat dismissive tone in his voice as he focused on his prize.

"How big is your shoe size?" the cheating wife asked.

In between kisses, Rufus responded intermittently saying, "It's . . . uh . . . thirteen inches, baby, . . . why?"

"Oh, nothing, just wonderin', just wonderin'" the cheating wife said. "And, Rufus, how do you measure that?" she continued.

Rufus replied, "With a tape measure, baby, with a tape measure."

By this time, ol' Rufus was really getting his groove on, suckling and man-handling the plump and perky breasts of his sexy neighbor's wife. Rufus relished caressing every inch of her bare taboo flesh. But, his prize was feeling himself tappin' that fine white ass he had been coveting for so long. So, he turned her around, grabbed her hips and slowly writhed his pelvis up against her buttocks, anxious to feel himself sink bareback into this cheating wife's pussy from behind.

Rufus unbuttoned her pants and was in the process of pulling them down when the wife grabbed Rufus' hands, impeding his advances. But, Rufus continued to kiss along her neck and as he did, she again arched her head up and cooed in an inquisitive tone, "Rufus?"

"Yeahhhh, baby?" Rufus sighed with slight frustration in his voice from her repeatedly impeding his advances.

"How big is your 'weapon'?" the cheating wife asked with a devilish smile.

"Mah weapon?" Rufus retorted inquisitively with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, your WEAPON!" the cheating wife stressed with a lustful look in her eye, continuing her devilish smile.

"It's just one inch, baby, why?" Rufus said with confidence.

Upon hearing that, the cheating wife turned around abruptly, putting an immediate stop to Rufus' advances. And in a terse tone said, "Wait a minute, baby, wait a minute. You mean to tell me you've got a fourty-size inch chest size, a thirteen inch shoe size . . . and just a ONE INCH weapon?

"Yeah, baby!" Rufus said smugly.

To which the cheating wife retorted with an attitude, "Well, Rufus honey, how do you measure THAT?!"

With one quick motion, Rufus jerked open his trousers. His black manroot flopped out and dangled downward with the tip of his cock swinging to and fro perilously close to the carpet. Rufus cocked his head slighly to the side and with a big grin exclaimed, "Why from da FLO', baby, from da FLO'!!!"