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.
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