Hannah Moss tells us this story as well she should. It's all about her, her love of sex and her discovery of sex with black men.
This story starts with a young couple who were broke most of the time. It progresses on to later when they were not broke but broken.
It is Hannah's story of how she discovered the slut within, the black men who helped her discover her true desires and the astounding success they helped her make of her life, both as Hot, Hot, Hot Hannah who introduced wet pussy to pole dancing and as Hannah the business woman who in the end got even with the ex-husband who spurned her.
This story contains a lot of sex. Interracial sex aplenty and group sex with multiple partners in 3s, 4s, and mores.
It’s the story of failures that become successes and of sex that becomes love.
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My ex-husband, Roger Green and I married right after high school. I
was eighteen and he was nineteen. We had dated for two years and he
was my first lover. Actually he was my only lover until after we were
married. I worked at a variety of jobs to support us while Roger went
to college. The plan was I’d put him through school and then it would
be my turn. I’m still waiting on my turn.
I can’t say that Roger and I had a perfect marriage, but it
wasn’t bad. Since we seldom had any extra money we lived a frugal
life. We lived in a tiny little apartment over a garage owned by an
older widow. Her name was Judy Hensley. I say older but only because
she seemed old to us at the time. I think she was about forty or so.
Roger and I hardly ever went out. We would go to a movie
every few months if we had a few extra dollars. Mostly we stayed home
and watched the small TV his parents gave us as a wedding gift. Roger
spent a lot of time studying so that left me to myself a lot the first
couple of years. I didn’t mind it because I was thinking ahead to when
it would be my turn to study.
If our little apartment was the Garden of Eden then Dale
would have to be the serpent. Dale Prendergast was Roger’s best
friend. They had been buddies since elementary school. Dale was a boy
that seemed to get by on his good looks, his charm, and his family’s
money. I thought of him as the serpent in our little Garden of Eden,
but he was nice and I liked him a lot.
When Roger was in his third year at college Dale started
coming around more often. He was always trying to get Roger and me to
go somewhere with him. He either didn’t understand about limited
financial problems or didn’t care.
If we had wine or beer to drink or pot to smoke, Dale brought
it. Things got weird one night after Roger finished his final exams.
Dale had scored some weed and we were smoking a joint, drinking some
wine, and getting high. It was a hot night and the air-conditioner in
our apartment wasn’t doing much of a job to keep it comfortable. I
had stripped down to shorts and a tee shirt sans bra. Dale and Roger
were down to just shorts. After a while as we got mellow we stopped
noticing how damned hot it was. Roger got horny and started fooling
around with me and got my shirt off. Neither of us was paying much
attention to Dale who sat watching us. We were so caught up in the
heat of the moment, if Dale hadn’t gasped loudly at the sight of my
exposed naked breasts; I guess we would have completely forgotten him.
“Are you enjoying the show, Dale?” Roger asked with a tipsy
giggle.
“You bet,” he answered. “I knew she had to have great tits
and now I’m finally getting to see them.” Roger laughed again and went
back to nibbling on my hard nipples.
Blame it on the wine, the weed, the heat, or whatever, but I
didn’t protest when Roger asked Dale if he wanted to help him play
with my tits. Next thing I knew he was beside us on the ratty old
couch, his mouth clamped on one of my nipples. It didn’t take long
before I was a seething caldron of passion. Frankly I was sizzling and
ready to fuck.
For some bizarre reason it seemed reasonable that Roger
offered my pussy to Dale first. He pounced on me like a cat on a
mouse. Roger got sloppy seconds and he got even sloppier fourths. When
one of them creamed in me and needed some time to rest and recover the
other was ready. Between them I was a well fucked girl.
By that time I was sexually educated enough to know about
threesomes and wife swapping or mate sharing. I hadn’t been involved,
but I knew about it. I was, by then, twenty-one years old and I was
used to having regular sex with Roger. The first year we were married
we screwed almost every day at least once and frequently more than
once. Later we still fucked at least three times a week, but after
that Roger slowed down considerably and it seemed I was always horny
and always in need.
That night set a pattern and all that summer it seemed that I
had two husbands. It seemed to me that Dale was in my cunt almost as
much as Roger was. It wasn’t at all unusual for Dale to arrive at the
apartment before Roger got home from his summer job. Dale wasn’t one
to wait so there were many times that Dale came, we fucked, and he was
gone before Roger even showed up.
It was Dale who turned me on to anal sex. I wasn’t a big fan
at first, but I got so I enjoyed being fucked in my ass. After I got
to where I could take a dick in my butt it was a natural progression
to Dale and Roger doubling up on me.
By the time Roger started his final year I was used to being
the “wife” to two studs and I looked forward to being with both of
them together or one at a time. To give the devil his due Dale was
good company and he always brought food and drink when he came round.
Dale was also a better lover than Roger, but of course I never told
either one of them that. Roger had a fragile ego and Dale didn’t need
a bigger ego.
The threesomes continued all that year and right up until the
time Roger graduated and we moved to Clinton Falls. I’ll admit I
missed the sexual activity. I suddenly went from two hard cocks to one
cock now and then when Roger wasn’t too busy or too tired for me.
Roger put everything he had into his new job. He wanted to
impress the bosses and I understood that. I didn’t like his lack of
attention, but I did understand it.
After two years of it I had almost gotten used to sex once a
week if I was lucky. Roger got several promotions during this time. He
also developed a pot gut and his hair was receding at a rapid pace. I
mentioned a few times about it being my turn for college, but it never
seemed the right time for Roger.
First there was the house we had to have. It was far too
large and too expensive for just the two of us, but Roger was
concerned with appearances. Then there was his luxury car and my
minivan. I complained I didn’t need a van, but Roger was adamant and
so I drove a van. I stayed busy with several civic projects and
clubs.
When Roger decided it was time to start a family he became
bitterly disappointed when we discovered I couldn’t conceive. We
discussed adoption, but it never went beyond the discussion stage. We
adjusted and pressed on with our life. Then one day the serpent
appeared in our Eden, again.
We hadn’t seen Dale Prendergast since we left him nearly two
years previously. I was aware that Roger and Dale kept in touch. I
knew they exchanged cards, e-mail, and the occasional phone call. I
also knew they always had plans to get together, but neither could
seem to find the right time. Dale had taken over his family’s import
and export business. I didn’t have any idea what they imported or
exported because Dale was always vague about the family business. I
was surprised when Roger announced that Dale was coming for a visit.
“Guess what,” Roger announced at dinner one night. “Dale
called me today and said he was coming this way on business. I asked
him to stay with us while he was in the area. What do you think about
that?”
“Fine,” I said. I didn’t mention that I immediately got wet
thinking about Dale and his wonderful cock. “I’ll make sure the guest
room is ready for him. How long will he be here?”
“A few days, I guess,” Roger said. “It will be good to see
ol’ Dale again, won’t it?” I nodded and cleared the table. I had to
wonder if Dale had gone to seed like Roger. Poor Roger looked like he
was fifty instead of only twenty-five. Later while we got ready for
bed I asked Roger when Dale was coming.
“Maybe tomorrow,” Roger answered. “He wasn’t sure so I gave
him our address and phone number. He might just show up. You never
know about Dale.”
After a few minutes of a fumbling attempt at sex, Roger
rolled off of me and fell asleep. I lay awake for a long time thinking
about Dale and his magical dick. I used my fingers and got myself off
while I thought about him.
