Chapter 3: Denise

I woke up as a car pulled into my drive. I lifted my head and looked out the window. It was my own old Chevy.

“Shit.” I said.

“What’s wrong?” Olivia said drowsily.

“My wife is here.” I said.

I went down to meet her.

Denise was very beautiful, and very black. She’d been adopted from Somalia as a child by a Christian minister who lived nearby, and I met her when I was doing some wiring for them. We hit it off straight away; I loved her razor sharp wit and she was totally sexy too. Race was never an issue between the two of us, but it seemed to be for everyone else.

She was one of those ‘no sex before marriage’ girls. I was totally smitten, I didn’t mind waiting. Denise thrilled me, I loved her from head to toe. She had movie star looks and was always the center of attention. She was the life of every party, hilarious and bright.

But after a couple of years we were just arguing all the time. That fact was that she was too hot for me. Too smart to be a housewife, she always insisted she was too black to find good work where we lived.

And we had bad sex. I rarely made her come, and she did nothing to help. Marriage without orgasms soon lost its luster. We looked great on the outside, but there was no heat between us.

She had an affair [I never told her parents about it]. I know what happened; good sex. She experienced really hot sex, with multiple orgasms and all that. She left me and moved to the city. Where people could be anonymous, hook up, experiment, have fun, and be successful.

Sex and love, they chase each other around in confusion.

“I thought you were coming tomorrow.” I said.

“I’m here now.” She said. “Is it a problem?”

“No, it’s fine. You want coffee?”

“Sure. I have the divorce papers for you to sign.”

I saw Olivia slip out through the front door. She didn’t want to make things awkward for me, but actually I would have liked Denise to see her there.

“I heard you have some people camping up by the pond.” Denise said.

“Yeah, some hippies from San Francisco.” I said, “An old guy with two girlfriends. Max, Irene, and Olivia.”

“Two? How does he manage that? Shit, you can’t even keep one!” she said flippantly. Her wit was very attractive when it wasn’t pointed at me.

“I gather he’s wealthy, well endowed, and never comes.” I said.

Denise laughed, her white teeth contrasting with her dark chocolate complexion; “That would do it!” she agreed.

We spent some time hashing through things. Denise was leaving me the car, since it cost too much to park it in the city, and it was mine before we married. The house had no equity anyway. We had no enmity towards each other, despite all we’d been through.

Irene popped in.

“Hey, why don’t you both come up to the bus for dinner? We’re leaving in the morning, if the bus starts that is.”

“Don’t they have a phone?” Denise asked as Irene went back up the hill.

“Nope; they’re all afraid of the radiation. And they’re vegetarian by the way.”

“Great, me too.” She said.

“Really? Since when?”

“Almost a year. I feel much better from it.”

“Well you are looking great.” I said reluctantly. I wanted to fuck her again, but I knew that was never going to happen.

Irene had character, brains, an outlook on life that really fit with me. But she was too old, and in love with Max.

Olivia was the sweetest woman in the world, but somehow just too naïve. I didn’t think she was stupid; she just chose to view the world through her rose colored glasses because she liked it better that way. Of course, the fact that she actually wanted to live with me made up for everything. Olivia might be an airy-fairy hippie girl, but we were good together.

I could love her; any man could love her. I was only afraid that it wouldn’t last, and I’d be heartbroken again. We had nothing in common except our love for nature and decent sex.

I followed my wife’s tight black ass up the hill. I wondered what she’d been doing with it during our separation; I didn’t resent her much. She’d been crap in bed, and so was I. Other than that, I still loved her.

She was wearing a tight black leather skirt, and her long shapely black legs were bare. She’d been wearing open pumps when she got to the house, but she’d put on a pair of wellington rubber boots for the walk up to the pond. They looked funny under that hot skirt and sexy blouse. She took the boots off and put her high heeled pumps back on before stepping into the bus.

I introduced her to Max. She shook his hand; he was only as tall as her nose.

“So you’re Max cock, the big man who never comes.” She laughed.

“Ah, and you’re Denise, the black wife who left.” He replied with a grin. “Can I get you some wine?”

“Definitely. I like your outfit.” She chided him.

“I like yours too.” He said, running his eyes up and down her long slim figure. What a bastard I thought, yet I admired his easy confidence.

As usual my wife was life of the party, her rapid fire jokes poking fun at Max and me mostly, but she was able to skewer just about any subject. That was her real gift; her beauty would probably fade as she aged, but her intelligence, personality and humor would always be with her.

After we’d all eaten and had a bit too much of that wine max asked if anyone would like a line.

“Not me, thanks.” I said.

Irene made an annoyed face.

“Hey, now you’re talking!” Denise said enthusiastically.

She followed Max through a curtain to the rear of the bus and Olivia followed.

“I used to take it with him, but not anymore.” Irene told me. “He doesn’t know when to stop.”

“And Olivia?”

“She likes a little toot from time to time.” Irene said, “You never tried it?”

“No; and I had no idea that Denise was into it.”

“It’s bad.” Irene said, “A little bit is a little bad, a lot is very bad.”

I talked to Irene about Olivia. She was trying to quell my doubts.

“You may not realize this, but I’m pretty stressed financially.” I told her, “I can’t offer her any kind of security. I can’t afford children, not now at least. I don’t know what she wants.”

“Don’t worry about money, things have a way of working out.” Irene insisted. “Shit, look at that girl! Any guy would give one ball to be with her. Did she blow you?”

“Yes.”

“Was it the best blow job you ever had?”

“Second best.” I said.

Irene laughed; “You’re a good man, you just need a good woman. And Olivia is very good.”

Soft music started up from the back room.

Irene turned her head to look towards the back. There was just a curtain covering the doorway to the bedroom that filled the rear section. Irene looked at me, raising one eyebrow in comic inquiry.

We crept to the curtain and pulled it aside.

My wife was stripped above the waist, and hadn’t had much on below that from the start. She was stretched out on the big bed with her smiling head on a pillow as Max arranged a thick line of cocaine on her smooth black belly, then snorted it up with relish, one hand casually on her breast.

“Hey there Gilbert.” Denise teased me, “Wanna party? Haha, Gilbert doesn’t party, right GILBERT?”

Only Denise called me that, and she knew it irritated me.

Olivia was topless too, standing in the far corner, her great breasts swinging around to the music. She looked high.

“Gilbert looks shocked!” Denise informed everyone jokingly, but truthfully.

Max saw me and pulled his hand from my wife’s tit as if it was on fire. Oddly, he looked afraid.

“Come on, let’s go back down to the house.” I said, “We still have to work out some details.”

Denise scowled at me as she took Max’s wrist and pulled his hand back to her small but very pretty breast.

“I’m not your wife anymore, you can’t tell me what to do!” she declared, although actually she was still my wife and I’d never been able to tell her what to do.

“You’d better not make any trouble!” she added, another odd statement I thought. What trouble could I make? Then I realized that I was big, tall, twice as strong as any of them. Outwardly, I was the alpha male. But we all knew the truth; in was short old Max who commanded respect here. He with the money, smooth voice, drugs, and the big cock, he was what they all wanted.

Max got his face back under control; “Don’t worry about Gil, he slept with both my girls. You’re cool, right?” He said in his honey smooth voice. “Come on in, have a seat, have a line.”

I would have backed out, but the doorway was narrow and Irene was pushing to get in.

I saw Denise reach under Max’s robe, and her face lit up in a big grin as she found what she was looking for.

“I want to have a toot off of this!” she laughed, looking at me instead of him.

She was trying to humiliate me, hurt me. Oddly, I just found it funny. I was free of Denise; I still cared for her, but we were over. I didn’t want her, she didn’t want me.

The realization elated me; Olivia and Irene had cured me. Even if I never touched either of them again, they’d changed me. I’d lost Denise, I might lose my house, yet I wasn’t a loser anymore.

Max gathered the hem of the robe and pulled it up over his penis, which had my wife’s black fingers wrapped around it.

“It needs to be harder.” He said suggestively.

“Forget it, old man!” Denise laughed, pulling at it with her hand, “We just met, what kind of woman do you think I am?”

Max looked at Olivia, who pretended not to notice, then he beckoned to Irene.

“Irene darling, would you please? Just the tip, sweetheart; it has to be dry.”

I couldn’t see her expression as she climbed onto the bed and crawled towards him. But Denise was still grinning at me, holding the big old dick in her hand as Irene got there and with both hands on the mattress, put her mouth on it.

I’d thought of her as a proud, strong woman; now I saw that wasn’t true. She wasn’t mine, so she wasn’t betraying me.

She served Max. She sucked his cock on demand, even in a room full of people.

As Irene sucked on the end of his cock, and Max used a tiny silver spoon to pile a little heap of white crystal on the center of his massive shaft, I noticed that Olivia was shoveling clothes into a bag.

My wife used a straw to snirt the cocaine from the old man’s cock, while Irene kept her mouth on the end, holding it steady.

Irene pulled her face away and looked at Denise. “Go on.” She prompted sweetly, “Have a try, it’s great.”

Denise was high as a kite.

She did it, right in front of me. My gorgeous witty Denise was her hands and knees sucking cock for coke. I wondered what her parents would say to that?

Her black curls half covered her dark chocolate face as she sucked the big old white penis of the grinning bald druggy.

Irene sat up, and pulled off her light dress. She pulled my black wife over onto her back, and pulled her ankles out so Denise was spread wide for the Max cock.

I knew why Irene wanted me to see this; to cut the last dregs of attachment I had for Denise. She wanted me to be with Olivia, so she could have Max for herself again. I appreciated that.

“Oh, hang on; it’s a bit quick don’t you think?” Denise objected vocally, while submitting physically.

“Nonsense, it’s fine.” Irene replied, “You want it, don’t you?”

“I suppose.” Denise admitted reluctantly.

That was good enough for Max; the little guy got between her spread thighs and slid his big cock into my long black wife; she sighed in gratification at the sensation. Irene lay half under her, and Olivia sat down on her other side as Max fucked her slowly, staring at her face.

Denise was beautiful.

I know I said that already, and she’s my ex, but I have to say it again; she might be a bitch, but she sure is good looking. Her face, her body, her hair, her skin, her exotic color, everything.

I was half in love with Irene and felt friendly with Olivia too, and each of them was very attractive. But my Ex was a level or two higher.

As things eased up down there, Max sped up a little. Then a little more. The little fucker was fucking big, ramming it into the long lean black beauty. And Denise wasn’t looking at me anymore; she was looking at him, and she was coming.

I loved it; this was great. The last shreds of Denise were being cleaned out of me as I watched her take drugs and enjoy sex with the old hippie.

I should hate him, I thought; he was everything I despised. New age, unfit, druggy, badly dressed. Mainly, he used women.

I was glad he was fucking Denise, not so happy that Irene and Olivia were inexplicably besotted with him.

Olivia squeezed around the foot of the bed and brought her big breasts to my face. She looked down at me compassionately, took my head in her hands, and without a word, pulled me into her wonderful friendly cleavage.

Warm, soft, sexy, young, healthy Olivia. I wrapped my arms around her wide firm ass and held her, wallowing in her enormous femininity.

If I had money, just enough to pay my bills, I could keep her I thought. Her bright funny bounce would fill my days and her big tits would fill my nights, and life could be wonderful.

She wasn’t as beautiful as Denise, she didn’t have the razor sharp wit or the hard edge that my ex did. She was the opposite, sunny and bright.

Denise screamed.

She screamed an orgasm that I’d never heard during our two years of marriage; maybe she was exaggerating, but the orgasm was real.