Chapter 1

My name is Mark Wood and I work as a Personnel Manager for a large corporation here in Dallas. My job basically is to serve as a liaison between the Management and the blue-collar employees that work here. I also have to deal with all the harassment issues, be it sexual harassment, racism, or whatever.

Needless to say, I hear a lot of whining, complaining, and outright anger on a day to day basis. Sometimes it gets to be too much and I have to find a way to decompress at the end of a tough day. Fortunately, I have found a way to take out my “frustrations” in a way that won’t get me arrested, beat the hell up, or end up in some kind of support group for addiction problems.

It all started a few years back when I was still married to my ex-wife, Amy. She had a B.F.F. named Theresa who, according to Amy, had a “thing” for me. She lived right across the street and although she was always respectful of our marriage, I would catch her casting glances at me when she came over (she came over as often as she could find an excuse or reason to!).

And whenever I was out in the yard cutting the grass or doing something outside, she would find some reason to be outside in her yard watching me. I didn’t notice this watchfulness at first – concentrating on what I was doing and I was happily married after all, but one day Amy told me about her friend’s attentiveness towards me and from then on I could see what she meant.

Theresa worked as a cocktail waitress for a small bar called The Watering Hole and she was always asking us to stop by and see her there. We did come by a couple times, but Amy wasn’t much for drinking and I didn’t feel like drinking alone. Besides my job is NOT the kind you want to try to handle with a hangover!

Things were okay for a while, Amy and Theresa would have their little hen parties and I would try to find someplace else to be when they did. Fortunately, I had converted one of the spare bedrooms into my office and I would go in there to work on the computer or something when the girls were gossiping.

One day Theresa came over and I was in the office. She and Amy talked for a couple hours, which was about usual for them when they got together. But when she got ready to leave, Theresa stopped by the office to tell me goodbye.

The door was cracked open a bit (I absent-mindedly forgot to close it all the way) and so when Theresa came in, I didn’t hear her. I was looking at some pics from one of my favorite porn sites and had my back to the door.

“Ooh, nice pics Mark. You like that sort of thing do you?”

I jumped up like I’d been gutshot. “Oh shit! Sorry, Theresa, I didn’t hear you behind me! I guess I didn’t shut the door all the way!” I could feel my cheeks burning as I stammered our my reply.

“Relax honey, Anal sex isn’t a big deal. There are a lot worse things on the Internet than that! Besides, I like it myself. Maybe we can all get together for a threesome sometime!”

I smiled thinking she was just kidding but I wasn’t absolutely sure she was!

It wasn’t long after that Amy and I began having problems. And the result was that we got divorced. It was neither of our faults really – no one cheated on anyone and there wasn’t any violence in the house. We simply wanted different things and could not come together on anything anymore.

Luckily for us, we didn’t have any kids so the divorce was clean, reasonably amicable and quick. We both just wanted to make a break of it and move on. Amy moved back to Alabama where her family lived and I stayed in Dallas where my work was.

Of course with me being footloose and fancy-free now, Theresa didn’t have to worry about being subtle or diplomatic about her interest in me. She already knew that I was aware of her preoccupation with me and so she didn’t have to hide it. And without Amy around any more, I was “fair game”!

One day I had just come home from work and hadn’t even had a chance to change clothes or check my answering machine when the doorbell rang.

“Oh hi Theresa, What can I do for you?”

“Hi Mark, I saw you pull up. I hate to impose on you like this, but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking me to work? My car won’t start and I’m really in a bind here.”

“Sure, no problem let me get my keys.” I could see she was already dressed for work – she had on a very sexy plunge front lapel vest that was quite tight and showed off her ample tits well, a very short and very tight little miniskirt, and fishnet stockings with stiletto-heel pumps with ankle straps. She also had a bow-tie choker to complete her ensemble. She did look hot in her “uniform”, no doubt about it!

I drove her to work and when we got there, I talked to her boss and told him what happened, smoothing things over with him since she was a little late. Theresa got right to work and didn’t even know until later that I had talked to her boss. Before I left I took her aside and told her to call me a little before she got off work and I would come and pick her up. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Mark. I’m very grateful.” Then she turned and got back to work.

Later that night around 1:00 am I headed back to the bar to pick Theresa up and take her back to her place. She was supposed to get off work at 2:00 and I wanted to be there a little early so she wouldn’t think I’d forgotten her.

Once I got there and found a small table to sit at, I ordered a beer to sit and wait for Theresa. When the waitress brought my beer, she said, “There’s a woman over there who says she really owes you. And if I were you, I’d be sure to collect.” She turned and discretely pointed out the woman in question, and I saw it was Theresa.

After her shift, we headed for home. The bar was a good twenty minutes from where we lived and on the way, she told me again how much she appreciated my help.

“You really helped me, Mark, and I appreciated it. I don’t know what’s wrong with that damn car but at least I have a good friend handy when I need you.”

“Oh that’s okay–you caught me at a good time. I had just got home from work and hadn’t even changed yet.”

“Still, I owe you ... I mean I really owe you big.”

“It’s okay really. It’s not a big thing.”

Then she turned in her seat and looked at me. “Mark, I don’t think you are getting my message so let me try it this way. I want you, Mark. I have always been attracted to you. But you were married to Amy and she was my best friend. Now, though, you are up for grabs and I want you.”

I looked at her carefully when she said that. I’ll admit, she looked hot and looked like she’d be one nasty fuck. My cock started to harden as I thought about the possibilities. But I still hesitated–she was my ex-wife’s best friend. Would this be right?

“Look, Theresa, I appreciate the offer, but...”

Then she cut me off “I’ll do anything, Mark, anything you want. You just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

That’s when my dirty mind went into overdrive. “ANYTHING?”

“ANYTHING. I mean it. Let me indulge your wildest fantasies, please Mark.”

I thought about it for a second. “All right, Theresa, I’m going to drop you off at your place to change out of your work clothes, then come over. And be ready to play too–I’m going to do all kinds of nasty things to you. Things no one has ever done to you. I’m going to treat you like a cheap street whore.

She smiled a nasty smile. “Sounds like fun.”

“You just be there. I’ll give you 30 minutes. You’d better hurry before I change my mind.”

I dropped her off at her house and waited until she got inside before I turned the car into my driveway. I went inside and got things ready for her ... if she showed up!

I got out a couple wine glasses and a bottle of wine I was saving for someday (why I don’t know, but I was glad I had) and set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Then I went in to change my own clothes. I got into a pair of comfy, well-worn blue jeans I use for lounging around the house and reached for my old t-shirt. Then I put it back, deciding that I would just go without a shirt for now and see what happens.

About twenty minutes into the thirty-minute window I gave Theresa, I heard the doorbell ring.

I answered the door and there in the light of the porch, I saw her. Theresa was wearing a full-length wool trenchcoat and her CFM heels. “Interesting choice of clothing.”

She smiled, “Wait till you see what’s under the coat!”

“Come on in, then and let me take that coat for you.” She came in and I shut the door before taking her coat and hanging it up.

She was right–under the trenchcoat, she was wearing a red lace halter top teddie with a deep V neckline that plunged all the way down to her navel. It rode very high in the hips and had a deep open back that went down to her “tramp stamp” tattoo. She was a vision of sexiness with her long dark hair, big tits and full, round ass.

“Very nice,” I commented.

“You really like it?”

“You look good enough to eat, honey.” I took her in my arms and pulled her to me.

She looked up into my eyes, her words a soft breathy whisper. “I’ve waited for this for a long time. I was always jealous of Amy, but now it’s my turn.”

I kissed her long and passionately. She moaned into my mouth and I felt her legs get weak as I kissed her. When I finally broke the kiss she looked up at me her eyes shining. “Oh, Mark...” she put her head on my chest as I held her.

“Why don’t we have a seat?” I waved to the sofa. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes that would be nice, Thank you.” I poured us both a glass and handed her one.

We sat drinking our wine and I caught Theresa stealing glances up at me from time to time. I put my hand on her naked thigh and she shuddered. I began stroking the soft, satiny flesh and she parted her legs a bit, an obvious invitation to me. I moved a bit higher but still stayed just away from her apex. I could hear her breathing quicken, and I smiled to myself.