Hannah never intended to become a cuckcake to cuckquean couples, but looking back she wouldn't trade this life for anything.
Hannah could only be described as beautiful. She had long silky black hour with an hourglass figure that included a pair of 36D boobs that her best friend Alice envied.
Hannah and Alice had been best friends since fate had them sit next to each other in home room on their first day of middle school. They had almost been inseparable ever since.
Hannah was 19 and about to start her sophomore year of college at a large university in her hometown when her father was transferred to the West Coast, leading her get a small apartment near campus. Alice was attending her mom's alma mater, a small college out of state but she remained close to Hannah. The two texted daily and spoke several times a week.
Hannah liked sex. A lot. She was picky, but admitted she had a high sex drive. One of the reasons she chose to live alone was it give her the ability to bring men home or openly use one of her her toys to masturbate.
Her sex life Alice changed forever that first fall semester she was in the apartment.
It was a Saturday; she was between boyfriends and in mood to go out. Hannah, like many underage college students, had a fake ID, so she made arrangements to meet a girlfriend and her roommate at a bar called "The Dugout" owned by a former professional baseball player in town. She picked that bar because it had an older clientele than the meat market bars surrounding campus. Hannah really didn't feel like fending off college boys all night.
Hannah arrived first, wearing a pair of tight jeans with a black lightweight sweater that showed a generous amount of cleavage and four-inch black slingback heels. She had learned if she showed off her boobs, the guy working the door tended to look more closely at them than her fake ID.
Hannah got a table and ordered a Long Island iced tea while she waited for her friend. She had been there about 10 minutes when her phone beeped with a text. "Sorry, not sure if I can make it. Stuck at work."
Jenny was an assistant manager at a pizza place near campus in addition to going to college. Hannah correctly interpreted the text to mean the someone had failed to show up for work and Jenny, who had been scheduled to work 10:30-7:30 was not getting off anytime soon
That left Hannah sitting alone with her drink at the table. She finished her drink and was thinking about leaving when Phil came over to the table with another Long Island iced tea for her. "I saw you make a face when you were looking at you phone," he said. "I can't imagine you got stood up."
Hannah laughed. "My girlfriend got stuck at work and her roommate doesn't have a car," Hannah said, motioning for Phil to join her. Phil was older, Hannah guessed around 45, but nice looking. He proved to be a good companion, charming and funny. He was not wearing a wedding ring.
Hannah had three drinks while Phil nursed a single beer. As she finished her third drink, Hannah looked at Phil, and said. "I really shouldn't drive. Do you want to drive me home or should I call for a ride?"
"I'll be happy to drive you anywhere you want to go, but you need to give the bartender your phone number and tell him we are leaving you car in the parking lot."
"That's a good idea," Hannah said, " Give me your contact information and I'll text you my info. Would you handle telling the bartender for me?"
Phil quickly texted Hannah a file that included his phone number, office number, home address and email. Hannah responded with her phone number. While Phil was at the bar, Hannah made a quick decision. "I'm in the mood to get laid. Ole Phil is going to get lucky tonight." She then texted Phil's info to both Jenny and Alice saying, "I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm going home with this guy tonight."
When Phil came back to the table, Hannah stood up, leaned in and kissed him passionately. They walked outside and kissed again the kissed a third time when they reached Phil's car, a classic dark green Triumph TR7 convertible.
"What a sweet ride," Hannah said. As they got in the car, Phil put his hand on Hannah's leg and said softly, "Do you want me to take me home or would you like to come himself with me. It's totally up to you."
Hannah flashed him her most dazzling smile. "I'll go home with you," she said.
As they drove, Hannah reached over and played with Phil's cock through his pants. By the time they arrived he was rock hard. They went in the front door, settled on the couch and Phil turned on the gas fireplace. They quickly began making out. Phil was a good kisser and Hannah melted into his embrace. Before too long, all of her clothes, except for her thong were strewn on the living room floor. Phil was shirtless but was still wearing his pants.
After kissing and sucking on her boobs and kissing her one more time, Phil took her by the hand and led her down the hall to his bedroom, where he licked her to a an orgasm before two had saw animalistic sex -- twice -- before falling asleep. Hannah woke up at 4:30, used the bathroom then woke Phil by sucking his cock so they could make love gently this time,
Hannah quickly passed out again and slept soundly until 8 a.m., when she woke up alone in bed. She picked up her phone and saw two text messages. The first was from her Jenny saying, "I'm jealous. Have fun." The second was from Alice, saying, "You had better let me know you are safe. I'm not above calling the cops if you ignore me."
Hannah chuckled and sent a return text, " Am fine. Call you when I get home."
Hannah was just about to get out of bed and go looking for Phil when the door to the bedroom opened and a woman walked in, carrying Hannah's clothes that had obviously been laundered and folded.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Donna. I'm Phil's wife."
Hannah quickly adjusted the sheet to cover her body as her face registered her shock.
