Part 1: How it came undone

Chapter 1

 

My name is Hannah Moss. I am twenty-five years old and I work at the Norton Plant in Morgantown. For forty hours a week I assemble widgets. The rest of the time I don't do much. Since my divorce nearly a year ago I work, I go to my miserable little apartment and watch TV until it's time to go to bed and then I start the same thing all over again the next day. I am bored out of my gourd.

I own a mirror so I know I'm attractive. I am aware I have a nice figure. I know men find me appealing, but I don't go out on dates. I've been celibate for nearly a year. I suppose it is my way of self-punishment or atonement or something.

When the divorce came I wanted to blame...well, anyone, but myself, but deep down in that special place in your mind where you don't even try to fool yourself, I knew the truth. My marriage went into the ditch and I put it there. I have this driving need to tell the story. It's rather long and involved, but I hope you will indulge me.

 

***

 

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 time 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.

 

***

 

The next day I arose early as I usually did. I cleaned a house that didn't need cleaning and washed some clothes even though there wasn't a full load. Roger insisted that when I left the house I dressed as a young executive's wife should, so I had two wardrobes. One for outside and one for in-house. I was wearing my in-house uniform which was baggy shorts and a tee shirt with holes in it and no bra. Since I wasn't being seen I didn't care if my full breasts bounced and swayed under the thin shirt or if a nipple occasionally poked out through a hole.

Then about mid -morning the door bell rang, I answered it, and there stood Dale Prendergast and he had not changed at all. He still was slim and trim and he had all of his hair.

"Hello," he said with a big grin. "Is the lady of the house receiving?" I opened the storm door and he swooped in gathering me in his arms as he did. He kissed me long and deep for several minutes. "By God, Hannah, you look better than I remembered," he said. "In fact you look good enough to eat and I think I shall."

The next thing my holey tee shirt was off and he had a hard nipple in his mouth. My shorts quickly followed the shirt and Dale took me right there on the floor in front of the open front door. Luckily no one came to the door to witness that frenzied coupling.

It was as if the years melted away and we were back in our old garage apartment. Sex with Dale had always been good, but he seemed even better to me right then. Maybe it was because I hadn't been getting any sex to speak of, but Dale gave me several good orgasms. I had one climax on the floor, another one on the living room sofa, and several more on my bed.

Dale didn't seem to want to quit and I certainly didn't want him to. At least not anytime soon. By noon he had dumped several loads of cum in me.

"I'm hungry," he proclaimed while slamming his cock in me doggy fashion. "Just as soon as I shoot-off, let's go get lunch. Ahhh! Here's some more juice, Hannah!" I could feel his sperm flooding into my already filled pussy.

 

***

 

"I can fix us lunch," I called on the way to the bathroom. I was busy trying to stop the flow of his semen from my pussy.

"No way!" he called back. "I want to be seen in public in the company of a beautiful woman. We can go out to eat."

Thirty minutes later I was reasonably clean and dressed and we were sitting in a restaurant in the local mall.

"God, you are a beautiful woman, Hot Hannah!" he said. Dale was a hell of a jump start to my ego. "Ol' Roger is one lucky dude. I guess he's working today."

"Yes, he's hard at it," I said. "I called him before we left home, but he's tied up all afternoon so he won't be home until about six."

"Good," Dale said with a wide grin. "I'll have you all to myself all afternoon. Hurry and finish eating, because I'm hard and ready to go again."

I didn't even attempt to act aloof or coy. He had something I wanted and I was in a hurry to get it. I gobbled the rest of my food and we hurried back to the house.

We fucked the afternoon away. Dale had always been inventive, but he had apparently learned a few new tricks. I got away from him long enough to pot a roast in the oven for dinner and we went right back to screwing.

When he put his cock in my butt, I remembered that there hadn't been a dick there since the last time Dale butt-fucked me. Roger didn't care for anal sex.

"You always have loved my cock in your ass, haven't you, Hannah?" Dale said. I was sitting on him facing away with his cock deep in my ass. I hadn't always loved it, but I knew what he meant so I assured him I did love it. His dick felt so good in my ass and I came again.

I showered and washed off all the cum Dale had managed to splatter in and all over me only minutes before Roger arrived. I was in the kitchen finishing up dinner and Dale was watching TV in the den when Roger came through the back door.

"Where is that low-life, Dale Prendergast?" Roger said, giving me a quick casual kiss before going off in search of his friend. I could hear them whooping and yelling from the den.

I put dinner on the table and called them to eat. They hardly took time to chew their food while doing the catch-up thing that separated friends have to do. Since Dale and I had already caught up I didn't contribute to their conversation. I watched them and I was unable to keep from comparing them. Dale was tall and muscular with a handsome face. Roger had grown soft. His face was puffy, most of his hair gone, and he was badly out of physical condition.

"Did you hear about Mary and Tom Jackson?" Dale asked Roger. "He caught her screwing the gardener and it apparently pissed him off. Maybe it was because the gardener was a black man and giving her a better ride than Tom ever could. I heard she took him to the cleaners."

"I hadn't heard that," Roger said. "You would think a lawyer could prevent his unfaithful wife from taking him to the cleaners. Did they have kids?"

"Yeah, two," Dale said. "He couldn't bring up the black gardener because he had a sweetie on the side that Mary knew about. Would it piss you off if you caught Hannah fucking a nigger?"

"Not if she was discrete," Dale answered after a few moments thought. "You can't wear out a pussy."

"Yeah I know that," Dale said. "Are you telling me that if you came home and found our hot Hannah with a big black cock in her cunt, you wouldn't be upset?"

"How big are we talking about?" Roger said laughing and glancing at me. "You can't wear a pussy out, but you can stretch it out of shape." I opened my mouth to correct that impression, but closed it without comment. Let them wallow in their ignorance.

"I'm talking about a ten inch cock as thick as a beer can," Dale said. "I'm talking about a cock that a donkey would envy. One that would fill any woman's pussy and have some left over. Are you telling me that wouldn't piss you off?"

"No, not really," My husband said. "If she was discrete I wouldn't mind seeing her and a black man getting it on." That was a new idea from Roger. One he hadn't mentioned before.

"What's with all that discrete shit?" Dale demanded. "You seem to be hung up on discretion, Roger."

"It's important," Roger said. "I have a big promotion in the works and something like that, if it got out, would derail me." I didn't hit him, but I wanted to. I wanted to reach across the table and smack the hell out of him.

"Okay if you say it wouldn't piss you off, I believe it," Dale said. "I guess you never saw Hannah with a black dick in her then?"

"No, no dick other than mine and yours. I gather from the smug look on your face and the glow on Hannah's that you've already renewed old acquaintances. Why does that not surprise me?" he added when Dale laughed loudly. "You used to say she had the best pussy you ever fucked. Still think so?"

"Hell yes," Dale said. "No question about it. In fact it was almost like a virgin's pussy when I popped it this afternoon. Are you falling behind on your homework, Roger?"

"There's more to life than fucking," Roger said looking uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going. "I am the youngest vice president the company has and I didn't get there by fucking around all the time."

"You are so full of shit your eyes are bulging," Dale said with a laugh. "How long does it take to rip off a piece, anyway?"

"Who's ready for dessert?" I asked to stop that line of conversation. "Apple pie and ice cream."

"Let's go out and get hammered," Dale said after the desert and coffee. "We'll party all night."

"I can't," Roger said. "I have a ton of work to do tonight and tomorrow I have meetings all day. You and Hannah go out and have fun, just remember to come in quietly."