A Final Gift

Many people did not enjoy the ending to my last story, The Gift. They felt it was abrupt and left too many questions unanswered. It's been my experience that's the way life is sometimes. Thanks for reading.

As Paul Johnson sipped his morning coffee on his 56th birthday and looked out his kitchen window, he observed that the weather outside was much like his mood: dark and gloomy. The last year had not been especially kind to him. On his 55th birthday, he had a memorable fuck fest with his wife, Kate, who filed for divorce a week later. Now he was a lonely man in his 50's. He felt pathetic. He missed Kate, and all he seemed to do was to brood about what he could have done or should have done to save their marriage. It drove him crazy at times.

When Kate had filed for divorce, she sat Paul down and told him in a direct way. She seemed neither sad nor happy about it. Her emotions were at a zero, much like they had been in the last year of their marriage. Paul asked if there was anything he could do to change her mind, and she said there wasn't. He asked her if she would go to counseling, and she said there was no point. Her mind was made up. Paul asked her if there was someone else, and she denied it. Kate told Paul that she loved him still, but not enough to stay married. She wanted to live life on her own terms.

So, she moved out that very day to some unknown location and proceeded with the divorce, which was surprisingly simple and easy. Paul and Kate had no children. This had been a conscientious decision made primarily by Kate because she said that they needed to be free to travel and free to change jobs and cities if need be. Kids were a hindrance to that type of flexibility. Paul and Kate did not share bank accounts or investments. Again, Kate's idea. She wanted her independence. The only thing the couple shared was a nice house in a desirable city. They had each put up the same amount for the down payment, so when the house sold in only a few days, they split the profit, which was substantial. They had been lucky to buy when the market had been down, and now it had been soaring. After the house was sold, the divorce paperwork was signed a few weeks later, and Kate walked out of Paul's life. The last time he saw her was at the lawyer's office to sign the paperwork. She signed and left without so much as a goodbye.

"So that's what 15 years of marriage gets you?" Paul thought at the time.

After the divorce, Paul stayed at a Residence Inn for a few weeks while he decided his next move. He had grown tired of city life. Well, he basically had grown tired of the people with their obnoxious ways and attitudes. Added to that was the gridlocked traffic. Politics had become the new religion in the city, and Paul, an independent, wanted no part of it. Also, Paul, like a lot of men his age, had few friends. He had been a loner much of his life, and he also was not close to the few family members that were still alive. So, with the profit from the sale of his former house and money he had saved up for his retirement, he moved an hour outside the city and bought a small two bedroom cottage located in the mountains. The cottage was on five, mostly wooded acres. This had been Paul's dream to someday live in a place like that, separated from your nearest neighbor and living without the intrusion of city code enforcement or HOA commandos. Kate had not shared this dream with him, so he never thought it could happen.

Paul initially loved his new cottage, but then the reality of his situation set in. He was very much alone. The nearest town was halfway between the cottage and the city, and it was the kind of town where everything shuts down by eight o'clock. Thank god that he had the internet. That meant he could still work from home, and he had some form of entertainment.

So for a few months Paul lived an almost monastic lifestyle. He would eat, sleep, and work. That's about it. After a couple of months more, he decided he needed to break out of his rut. Paul knew that he did not really want to date anymore. Who finds love in their 50's after being a two time loser? Plus he did not want any of the drama or pain that went along with it all. But, he still wanted to fuck every now and again. After some research, he found the hook up sites and apps and went to work. He eventually had two fuck dates with women around his age. The sex had been unremarkable and forgettable. None of these women could replace his Kate. They had been a waste of the hits of Viagra Paul had taken before the dates. After the two encounters, he deleted his account and went back to his favorite hobby: brooding in his cottage.

So as Paul brooded on his birthday, the weather was rainy and dreary. He eventually did some work and then treated himself to lunch in the nearby town. Paul enjoyed the small tavern that was one of two restaurants in the area, the other being a waffle house. He sat at the bar and had a Reuben sandwich and a beer. The bartender, an older, bleach blond woman with saggy tits, pretty much ignored him. She preferred speaking with some of the other patrons while she chain smoked Marlboros behind the bar. Paul had learned that basically, if you weren't born in that town, no one wanted to know you. He didn't mind that the woman didn't speak to him, but he had really wanted another beer. After a while, he had to get back home to make a client call, so he estimated what his bill cost, threw the money on the bar, and left.

When Paul made it home, the rain had picked up. He made his client call, and contemplated driving the hour into the city to find some entertainment for his birthday, but after some thought, he said fuck it, had another beer, and stayed in for the night. "Happy fucking birthday," he thought.

Paul sat on his living room couch and started to watch a movie on Netflix. He must have fallen asleep, because he awoke with a start from a noise from his driveway. Paul stumbled off the couch and looked out the living room window in time to see a car leave his property. He was able to make out the figure of a person coming up the driveway to his house. Paul was slightly panicked. Who the hell was coming up to his house on a wet night like tonight? There was a knock at the door. Paul retrieved his pistol from the bedroom and slowly approached the door. Again, there was a knock. "Who is it?" Paul asked, but there was no reply. After a few moments, he quickly swung open the door with his pistol out, only to be surprised to see Kate, soaking wet, wearing a backpack.

"Kate, is that you?" Paul asked.

"Hey, Paul, is it too late to wish you a Happy Birthday?" Kate replied. Paul was somewhat in shock, so it took a minute before he invited Kate in from the rain.

Once she was inside the cottage, Paul took a long look at his ex-wife. She was wearing a soaked canvas jacket, and underneath that was a soaked Nirvana t-shirt. She wore faded blue jeans, and she had on a pair of old, black Chuck Taylor sneakers. Paul took her coat, and he saw that both of her nipples were erect. God, how he had missed looking at them. Her hair was longer than before, and it had a natural, almost wild look to it. Kate looked thin, but she had a nice tan. She still had that smile that had won Paul over years before. Overall, she was beautiful, even at 44 years of age. The instant Paul recognized her, he knew that she still had that incredible pull over him. He knew that he was nowhere near being over her.

After Paul recovered from the initial shock of Kate's presence in his house, He asked her, "Soooo, why are you here, and how the hell did you find me?"

Kate laughed and said,"a little internet sleuthing led me to your cottage. As far as why I'm here, that's a little bit more complicated." Kate went on to explain that after their divorce, she quit her job, took all her money, and began to travel. She hit Europe first and then South America. When she made it to the Baja Peninsula in Mexico, she met some people who were living a nomadic lifestyle out of a van. She liked it so much that she bought a van of her own and began to travel, primarily in the United States and Canada. Her travels took her to the city where she and Paul once lived. It was there that her van broke down. So at the moment, it was in a shop waiting to get repaired. Kate admitted that she had blown through most of her money, which was no shock to Paul. She had always been terrible at managing money, which had led to many fights during their marriage. She did not have a lot left, and she did not want to blow it on a hotel. She looked Paul up, came to his new house, and hoped for the best. Basically Kate needed a place to crash for a little bit.

When Kate finally got around to asking him if she could stay with him, Paul was speechless. She had a lot of nerve, but, when she looked at him with those dark brown eyes that had enchanted him for so many years, he couldn't say no. She could stay in his spare bedroom.

When Paul awoke the next morning, he smelled coffee and bacon. He went to the kitchen and saw Kate, who was busy making breakfast. She was wearing a white tank top and grey boy shorts that went up her ass. Paul couldn't help but stare at that ass; still firm, still juicy. His cock twitched. Kate sensed his presence, turned around and said, "Good morning. I made bacon and eggs." Paul smiled and noticed Kate's dark nipples under the white tank top. Of course the nipples were hard and poked at the thin fabric. Paul's cock twitched again. He sat down and ate. Kate sat with him, and they made small talk. Paul had to admit, it was somewhat awkward. Here he was with a woman he still loved but who had broken up with him and crushed his soul. Yet, part of him was thrilled to see her.

So for the next few days, they lived in the cottage together and had polite conversations but never getting into anything too deep. Kate's look and vibe had definitely changed. Before, she played the part of a computer professional: nice clothes, styled hair, etc. Now she had obviously embraced her inner hippie. She favored ripped jeans and t-shirts. Her hair was long but unstyled. Kate told Paul she had few possessions. Her whole life fit into her van.

After the first few days, Paul had a work trip, so he left Kate alone in his cottage. He came back home late one night; when he entered his house, he made sure to be extra quiet in case Kate was sleeping. When Paul got to his room, he heard a low moan come from the spare bedroom, and then another one. Paul immediately became incensed. Was Kate actually fucking someone in his house? Paul stormed over to the second bedroom and found the door slightly ajar. Before he could storm into the room and yell at Kate, he looked in a saw that Kate was alone. She had her laptop open on the bed, and it appeared that some porn was playing. Kate was naked on the bed; the only thing she was wearing were earpods.

As Kate laid there, she was stroking her pussy with her right hand while her left hand cupped her left tit and squeezed the nipple. Her pussy was hairier than Paul had ever seen it. The hair went from her asshole to just below belly. It was lush. Paul wished he could bury his face in that beautiful pussy, which was getting darker from Kate's obvious excitement. She was busy plunging her index and middle fingers deep into her hole. Then she would alternate between fingering herself and rubbing her clit. Paul knew he should leave, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. He reached into his pants and began stroking his cock. Kate abandoned fingering herself and concentrated solely on rubbing her clit. Faster and faster she rubbed. It looked almost violent.

When it seemed she couldn't go any faster, it happened: Kate arched her back and her hips began to spasm as Kate began to orgasm. A loud moan escaped from her lips as her pussy squirted all over the bed. Paul had never seen Kate squirt before, and he quickened his stroke on his cock and let out a moan of his own. Kate was startled to see Paul outside the door with his hand down his pants, and she let out a scream, which knocked Paul out of his masturbating trance. He looked ashamed and turned to leave when Kate said,"Wait. Come here!" Paul stopped and returned to the doorway. "What the fuck were you doing?" she asked.

Paul explained that he had gotten home, quietly entered the house to not wake her, and then had heard her moans. Thinking that she was fucking someone in his house, he came to investigate, and ended up jacking off as she played with herself.

After hearing Paul's explanation, Kate laughed and said, "Well come over here, you saw me and now I want to see you." Paul was confused at first until Kate said, "Get over here next to me. I want to see you jack off."

Paul wanted to say,"No. Who are you to tell me to do anything," but he stayed silent. He then walked over to the bed, sat down, pulled his cock out of his pants and did as he was told. Kate looked on like she had never seen Paul's dick before. She started touching her pussy and rubbing her nipple again. Paul's dick was hard, which surprised Paul because he hadn't taken any Viagra. There was a generous amount of precum on the tip, and he used it as lube. He kept stroking his dick faster and faster with his right hand as he cupped his balls with his left. Kate all of a sudden stopped playing with herself, moved closer to Paul and began unbuttoning his shirt. Paul was surprised by this development and wondered if she was taking off his shirt because she wanted to fuck. His surprise delayed Paul's orgasm, but then Kate reached into his shirt, stroked the hair on his chest, and began to fondle his left nipple.

He felt his balls tighten, and he was pushed over the edge as soon as Kate whispered in his ear, "Cum for me baby. Cum all over that hairy chest."

Upon hearing that Paul leaked out a thin string of cum. After two more strokes, he then enjoyed a sweet release as massive ropes of cum gushed from his cock all over his chest and stomach.

When it was over, Kate giggled and said " I bet you'll sleep good now! Good night". With that, she rolled over to go to sleep.

Paul got up and went back to his room as cum ran down his chest and stomach. All he could think was "What the fuck? What the fuck?"

The next morning, there was an awkward silence between Kate and Paul. They drank their coffee and ate their breakfasts in silence.

Finally Kate said, "That was something different last night, huh?"

Paul had thought about their joint masturbation session all night. His brain swirled with all the possibilities it could have meant or didn't mean. By hearing Kate's tone, he knew that she was merely amused by the whole thing.

At this point Paul decided to get a few thighs off his chest. He started by saying, "Last night was fucking weird. In fact, you being here is fucking weird. The way you walked out of my life a year ago with barely an explanation was weird. The fact that you live in a van like a nomadic hippie is weird. And finally, the fact that I still love you is beyond weird."

Kate was initially shocked. She had an utter look of surprise on her face that Paul had never seen before.

After a few minutes, she quietly said, "If I had to do it all over again, I would have handled our divorce differently. Believe me when I tell you, I was drowning in depression for a long time before I left. I love you, Paul, but I know I cannot be enough for you anymore. Being in our marriage was like a prison for me. I want to be totally free to do what I want, when I want. That would not be fair to you."

Upon hearing that their marriage "had been a prison" for Kate, Paul blurted out, "Are you fucking kidding me? A prison? When did I ever try and hold you back from anything?"

Kate responded, "It wasn't you, Paul. Marriage itself became too much of a sacrifice for me."

Paul, bewildered by her statements, just sat there and stared at Kate. Eventually, she went to her bedroom, and closed the door. A few hours later, Kate emerged and told Paul that she had received a text from the mechanic that was fixing her van. It was now ready, and she wanted Paul to drive her into the city. Paul didn't want her to leave, but he agreed to take her anyway.

The ride into the city was quiet. Paul was consumed by the things Kate had said that morning at breakfast. Kate just looked out the window. After an hour, they arrived at the city where they had spent so much time. Kate directed Paul to the mechanic shop.

As she was about to get out, Kate said, "Paul, I am so sorry that I ever hurt you. I know it's not an excuse, but I was really depressed for a long time. You did nothing to make me that way. It's just who I was and who I am. You were a great husband, and I think I am a little crazy. I love you Paul."

Paul wanted to yell at her and rip into her, but when looked into Kate's brown eyes like he had so many times before, he melted and said "It's ok." He then asked, "Do you ever see a scenario where we could be together again?"

Paul regretted the question as soon as he asked it, but her was somewhat surprised when Kate answered, "I don't know. There are times I miss you Paul, but I don't miss being married." With that she got out of his car and went into the mechanic shop. Paul drove off with his mind swirling.

Paul went back to his cottage and brooded for a few days. He kept going over their conversation, wishing he had said something that would have made her stay. After not hearing from Kate for a few days, Paul resigned himself to the thought that she had probably just moved on. To his surprise, a few days later he received a simple text of "Hi" from Kate.

Paul answered "Hi" and waited.

A few minutes later Kate hit him with a text that he could never have imagined: "Meet me at the Executive Suites (room 112) tonight at 6?"

"What the fuck?" Paul thought. He sat in disbelief looking at his phone and the text. He wanted to tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, but in the end, he did what he knew he was going t do the minute her read the text. He texted,"Sure. Look forward to it."

The rest of the day Paul pondered what it all meant. The Executive Suites was a fuck motel, rented out in three hour blocks usually, so obviously Kate wanted sex. But was it sex for the sport of it, or was it get back together sex? The last few weeks had been so confusing for Paul. The one thing that it taught him was that he still loved Kate despite what had happened. He wished he didn't, but he couldn't help himself.

So around 5 PM, Paul dosed up with 100 mg of Viagra and hit the road for the city. He arrived less than an hour later and went straight to the Executive Suites. He found the room and knocked. Kate greeted him at the door, naked. Her huge breasts looked magnificent, and her nipples were as hard as Paul had ever seen them. She was still sporting a full asshole to belly bush. To Paul she looked magnificent. Kate let him into the room, and Paul noticed that the executive Suites had not changed since his last visit: Round bed, cheetah comforter, porn on the tv.

But then Paul noticed that there was another woman in the room with Kate. She was also naked, and Paul was transfixed on her incredible body. She was about 5-05 with long blond hair. The hair was obviously dyed because Paul saw that the girl had a small dark bush above her pussy lips, which were as smooth as glass. She had a lighter complexion than Kate, and her tits were enormous but different than Kate's. The blond's tits were huge but elongated, while Kate's tits were rounder and rode higher up on her chest. Kate's areolas were dark, and this girl's were a light pink. What struck Paul was how young this girl looked. She had to in her early 20's.

Kate introduced the girl as Lisa, "a friend from the road". Kate also winked at Paul and said "Don't worry, she's not as young as she looks. She's almost 30."

Paul felt his cock strain against his pants as he looked at the women. Their bodies were sexual playgrounds.

Kate then said, "I appreciated your hospitality during my stay at your cottage and thought you might enjoy a little show. Sit back and watch. Join in if you'd like."

Paul was dumbfounded. Kate had never really expressed an interest in women before, and she always had told him that she had no interest in any threesomes when they were married. This must have been a new trick she learned during van life. Paul did as he was told and sat down on a wooden chair that was in the corner. Kate laid down on the bed and spread her legs. Paul could see through her lush bush that her pussy was already glistening with juices. Lisa crawled onto the bed then buried her head in Kate's snatch and began to lick her pussy with an expertise that Paul found impressive. It wasn't long before Kate arched her back and came with a low moan that Paul Knew all so well.

At this point Paul had taken out his cock and had begun to stroke it as he watched his wife get eaten out by this young stranger. After Kate came, Lisa got up, went over to a purse that was on the nightstand and removed something that Paul could not initially see. She then returned to licking Kate's pussy, and as she got deeper into it, she reached down and fingered her own pussy. After a minute of that, Lisa took her juiced up fingers and then spread the juice on the object, which Paul eventually realized was a pink butt plug. She began to play with Kate's asshole, initially teasing it with the butt plug, and every so often she would push the tip into Kate's asshole, which was now very dark with excitement.

Kate, who was busy squeezing both of her hard nipples, began to squirm with pleasure as her asshole was teased by the butt plug. After what seemed like an eternity, Lisa pushed the butt plug all the way into Kate's ass, which caused Kate to gasp with delight. Lisa then began to speed up her tongue and whip Kate's clit with speed and precision. As the tension built, Kate began to move her hips, and at one point she grabbed the back of Lisa's head and grinded her pussy into Lisa's face.

It wasn't long until Kate moaned, "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum again," and she arched her back and shuddered through another orgasm as she squirted into Lisa's face. Kate was initially surprised that she had cum on Lisa's face and apologized.

Lisa laughed it off and said, "I take that squirt as a compliment to my pussy eating skills!' Kate then began to kiss and lick her cum off of Lisa's face.

Lisa and Kate then switched places, and Paul saw his ex wife eating pussy for the very first time. Not only was she eating pussy, she was doing it while still having a butt plug in her perfect ass. As Lisa was on her back enjoying Kate's oral ministrations, Kate's face was down in the pussy but her ass was up in the air. At this point, Paul could not hold back any longer. He stripped off all his clothes, got behind Kate, and buried his cock in her pussy. As he began fuck, Paul could feel the butt plug rubbing on his cock as he began to pump his dick in and out of Kate's snatch.

Kate stopped licking Lisa's pussy as soon as Paul entered her, and she looked back at Paul with a smile and said, "I wondered what was taking you so long to join in."

This caused Paul to plunge his cock deeper and faster into Kate, who went back to licking Lisa's pussy with greater intensity. Kate then took two fingers of her right hand, thrust them into Lisa's vagina, and began to search for her G spot. Lisa soon began to tremble, and when Kate found her G spot, she let out a soft moan, but her hips and body began to convulse. Lisa's face turned red and her breathing became more rapid and shallow. Her orgasm wasn't loud, but Paul could tell it was intense because Lisa's chest turned a dark crimson color. When it was over, Lisa looked spent, and she let out a tiny giggle.

After Lisa came, Paul could feel his balls and taint begin to tighten, and he knew it wouldn't be long until his cock was spurting jizz like a burst water main. Paul began to groan and pumped his cock faster and harder.

Just as he was about to cum, Kate pulled away and shouted, "Wait!"

Paul was stunned, but he did as Kate ordered and somehow he kept himself from cumming. Kate then told him to lie down on the bed, and when he did so, she straddled him in reverse cowgirl position and lowered herself onto Paul's throbbing cock. Paul couldn't help but remember that reverse cowgirl was the position that Kate had fucked him the very first time they had slept together. This time as she started to slowly ride Paul's cock, she looked over at Lisa and shared a knowing glance. Lisa then began to rub Kate's clit as she sucked on one of Kate's hard, dark nipples. Kate began to increase her pace on Paul's cock, and Lisa in turn rubbed Kate's clit faster and faster. All Paul could do was watch and try not to cum.

After only a minute, Paul heard Kate growl, "Yes, yes, rub my pussy harder, Rub my pussy harder."

Lisa did as she was told, and Kate screamed and shuddered her way through another orgasm. Paul felt her pussy flood with cum, which ran down his dick and over his balls. Paul felt his balls tighten again, and just as he was able to go over the edge and explode, Kate dismounted from his cock. Paul, again surprised at having his orgasm interrupted, was able to keep from cumming. Lisa then straddled him and lowered herself onto his engorged cock. Lisa was not in reverse cowgirl, so Paul got a perfect view of her huge pale tits. Lisa's areolas were a bright pink, and her nipples were so hard and long that they looked like rifle bullets. Lisa said nothing and began to fuck Paul with slow and steady strokes. Her pussy felt as though it was a velvet gloved hand that knew exactly where to hold Paul's cock for maximum pleasure. Paul knew that he could cum at any second, but he was conflicted. He was being screwed by a young beautiful woman with an incredible snatch, so it would only be natural to blow his load. But he was being watched by his ex wife who he still loved. Had Kate set this up as a test?

As Paul continued to overthink the situation, Kate bent down to his face and kissed him deeper than she had in a long time. Her tongue probe his mouth in a sweet sexy way that made Paul feel like he had when he first fucked her.

She stopped and said, "Cum in that pussy Paul. I want her to feel your hot load."

Paul was surprised by Kate's direction, but at this point Lisa had increased her pace and had begun moaning in her soft, sexy way. Paul couldn't hold back any longer. He began thrusting up into Lisa's pussy over and over. Lisa leaned down and began kissing and holding Paul's neck as his thrusts became harder and almost violent. And then Paul's orgasm came upon him like an avalanche, and cum spurted from his cock in wave after wave. Lisa, feeling Paul's hot cum flooding her pussy, had another quiet yet powerful orgasm of her own, and at one point she actually bit Paul on the neck, causing Paul to shriek out from the pleasure and pain of the whole thing.

When it was over, Paul laid on one side of the bed, and Lisa laid on the opposite side. Kate was wedged between the two. Eventually the women fell into a light slumber in a sexy cuddle position with Lisa spooning Kate. Paul, however, could not sleep. This had been a once in a lifetime sexual highlight for him. He had never had a threesome: hadn't even come close. Once, he had asked Kate if she had been involved in a threeway before, and she said she hadn't. She also claimed to have never been with a woman. Paul had been shocked by both revelations considering how sexually uninhibited Kate was. But she always dismissed the idea of sleeping with a woman by saying she loved dick too much.

Despite this being a great sex event, Paul wasn't super happy, and he couldn't figure out why. He stared at Kate's sleeping face, and all the memories of their life together came back to him. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Paul remembered that in the past, he was glad that his wife did not want a threesome, and it was because he loved her so much that he did not want to ever share her with anyone, male or female. He knew that was an antiquated ideal, but that's how he felt, and he had always hoped that Kate did not want to share him with anyone either. But tonight, as she let her young friend ride his cock, and when she told him to cum in that young friend's pussy, Kate was in effect telling him that she did not love him enough to not want to share him with anyone. That realization broke Paul's heart. But, in a way he felt free. He knew he would never get back together with Kate. He knew his love would never be reciprocated in a way that he needed. Kate, whether intentionally or accidentally, had given Paul that gift of freedom.

Paul dressed in the dark, gave Kate a kiss on the cheek as she slept, and walked out the door of the motel room.

He never looked back.