My Best Friend's Ex's Friend

It was a Friday night when my best friend's ex-wife walked into the bar and immediately locked eyes on me. Grace and her gaggle of other middle-aged divorcees were heading over. Most were wearing way too much make-up, war paint a friend called it once, along with clothes meant for twenty year old's and not women in their 40s. To be fair, only three of the six women were over the top, the three loudest by the way. The other three just seemed happy to get out of the house. I was trying to keep a neutral face as I realized my quiet evening of having a few beers was not going to be quiet.

Grace pulled me in for a hug as she kissed my cheek, "It's so good to see you Jack, I can't believe my luck in running into you here."

Grace introduced me to her friends and their names which I quickly forgot. What I remembered was how easy Grace was in high school and the years after. She offered herself to me but I always declined. She was still offering herself to others when she was engaged to my best friend Mark. We desperately tried to talk Mark out of marrying her but he insisted she would change when they said, 'I do.'

Maybe she did for a while or maybe she tried hard to hide her affairs. The STI Mark caught ripped the cover off that, they separated for a year or more but Mark took her back. After that she barely tried to hide her affairs, even after Mark caught a second STI he wouldn't kick her out. And then, he threw her out and divorced her. There was no explanation from Mark. The first time they separated, Mark would be frequently be found crying into his beer. He never said anything about the last time.

I was lost in thought and didn't realize Grace was talking to me again, almost whispering in my ear, "Now that Mark and I are officially divorced and so are you and Marge, why don't we get together tonight. You know I wanted you for a long time and you have always denied me."

Grace looked horrific from across the bar, up-close she was even worse. She had so much make-up on I thought it was flaking off.

"No thank you Grace, fucking your best friend's ex-wife is a violation of the bro code."

"Your loss Jack, excuse me, I see someone who won't say no." She waddled over to some guy over by the pool tables who looked like a hillbilly in a cartoon. Seriously, bib overalls straining to contain a huge beer belly, a t-shirt that looked like it was once white with a John Deere cap on. He gave Grace a minute long kiss hello. The other two loud women joined her. The three remaining had made themselves comfortable on the barstools near me.

Two of the women talked my ear off, we had all gone to high school together although we were in different years. The third woman sat quietly at the bar, sipping a beer and watching the baseball game, exactly what I came here to do. When I got back from the men's room, I ended sitting next to the quiet woman."

"How's the game going," I asked.

She gave me a look, "Right, you're Jack. The fucking Reds are losing again. I swear our high school team can beat them four out of seven. I'm Jesse by the way, it didn't look like you heard Grace when she introduced me. I'm also guessing you didn't accept her offer to go home with her."

"I have been declining Grace's offers for a long time."

During a commercial break, she said, "You're not going to yap away, trying to sweet talk me out of my panties are you?" Jesse said it with a smile on her face but there was an undertone there.

"Jesse, you are doing exactly what I came to do, have a few beers, and watch the Reds maybe win a game."

Jesse stared at me for a bit, and said, "This round is on me Jack," as she flagged down the bartender. We watched the game, cursed when the Reds did something stupid which was often and chatted during commercials. I don't think I ever had such a good time watching a baseball game with a woman, and Jesse knew her stats too. The Reds were shut out again and I had enough beer so I started to head out.

"It was nice to meet you Jesse and I enjoyed watching the game with you," I found my balls and said, "They playing tomorrow night if you want to join me here again."

"I'm sorry, I can't," she said. There was no explanation which meant none was needed.

"Maybe some other time." I said trying to hide my disappointment. Fuck, I was 45 years old and still felt like I was in high school when a girl said no.

I was outside the bar, beginning to walk the two blocks to my place when she caught up to me.

"I'm sorry Jack, that was cold. I have a little one at home and I used this week's babysitting money on tonight." Jesse continued to stare at me like she was looking for words or balls to say them. I had nothing but an ok.

Finally, she said, "We could watch the game at my house, if you promise not to try and talk me out of my panties and you don't mind a little one wondering around the first couple of innings?"

I felt like I was in high school and the girl said yes. We swapped phone numbers and she sent me her address.

"I'll pick up the beer or something else if you prefer."

"Something besides beer for a baseball game, what kind of woman do you think I am?" She said all that with a smile on her face.

"God, you're beautiful when you smile Jesse."

"Don't start that sweet talking shit Jack, or I may invite Grace to chaperone." She laughed and smiled again before heading back to the bar. I walked home with a shit eating grin on my face.

When I woke up in the morning, there was a text from Jesse asking me to call her, so I did.

"Maybe I had one too many last night but I can't believe I invited a man I just met to my house. I don't do that, I have a little one at home and I don't want to parade a bunch of strangers around him. He gets enough of that when he's at his father's."

"Are you rescinding you invitation Jesse?"

"Yes, or no, or I don't know because I don't know anything about you. I tried pumping Grace for info, she said she's known you since grammar school and you were always her ex's best friend. You were married and got divorced but she was already divorced from Mark when that happened so she didn't know any details. She also said you were a catch so I shouldn't pass up on you. Grace left me more confused than when I started. So, tell me Jack, what kind of man did I ask to be the first man to meet my son?"

I never talked about my divorce to anyone, it was way too painful. Even my parents or siblings didn't know. I was about to pass on Jesse's invitation but other words came out of my mouth.

"Marge, my ex-wife was fucking her boss for a year before I figured it out. I was completely oblivious. I've never revealed that to anyone, even Mark or my family. The whole thing was the most embarrassing and painful experience of my life and for the first time in my life I knew what suicidal felt like. I think I'll pass on the game tonight," then ended the call.

Talking about Marge cheating ripped the scab off again. Fuck, that was three years ago and it still hurt on so many levels. We were talking about having kids when I found out. Jesse was trying to call me back but I shut the phone off. Jesse was the first woman that I ever asked out, if that's what you would call it. Rational me was saying that I would have to tell that story to any woman I met so I better get used to it. Irrational me was saying this called for a glass of scotch. Irrational me wasn't going to win since I had just gotten out of bed. Rational me said I needed coffee and food so I headed to the kitchen. I also needed a shower.

The coffee was done and I was just getting ready to pour some eggs into an omelet pan when there was someone knocking at my door. After turning off the stove, I opened the door and Jesse was standing there with a little boy, maybe three or four. I was at a loss for words when she invited herself in.

"That's not fair Jack, you turned off your phone and wouldn't let me call you back. Fortunately, Grace struck out last night and was able to give me your address."

"Would you like some coffee Jess, I have some OJ for the little one if he's thirsty. What is his name." The poor kid was hiding behind his mother.

"His name is Peter and I would love a cup of coffee, black and bitter please."

Before getting their drinks, I went to my hall closet and pulled out a bin of toys I kept for my brother's kids. I knelt down in front of Peter and started offering him toys. His eyes lit up when I offered him the Hess truck with the lights lit up. Peter began playing with it on the floor, I got Jesse her coffee and poured Peter some OJ in a sippy cup.

"Do you have kids Jack."

"No, the toys are for my brothers kids when they come over. I always buy them two of everything, one to take home and one to leave here."

"I'm sorry for asking that question Jack. My husband cheated on me and I was clueless until he asked for a divorce because she was pregnant. God that hurt so much, 'so your leaving me and our son so you can go play daddy with someone else.' I was so fucking angry. They never got married because she caught him cheating on her. Once a cheater always a cheater. Sorry, I'm venting."

"It's good to vent Jesse."

"But you don't vent Jack."

"Hey, I was just getting ready to make an omelet, I can make you one and I can make some eggs for Peter?"

"Well played Jack, but I'm not going to let you off that easy. I'll take an omelet, cheese and some ham if you have it. A scrambled egg for Peter would be nice. You wouldn't happen to have a booster seat in that magic closet would you?"

"I believe there's a couple in there if you want to take a look."

By the time Jesse had Peter seated at the table, his egg was done and I made him some toast. Jesse buttered the toast for him and cut it into four triangles. Jesse's omelet and toast were done next, she ate the toast but waited until my omelet was done and I was seated before she started on hers.

"Nobody except my parents have ever made me breakfast before," Jesse said.

"When did you learn how to cook or are omelets the extent of your culinary skills?"

She said it with that smile on her face.

"You are beautiful when you smile, it wasn't just the beer. But to answer your question, my mother insisted my brother and I learn how to cook, do laundry and sew from an early age. I can remember standing on chair, barely able to see into the pan making pancakes. She never wanted either of us to have to rely on a woman to take care of us. And my culinary skills far exceed omelets. When my mother's vision started to go, my brother and I took over thanksgiving dinner. We had always helped her out before so it wasn't a stretch for us. She'd be sitting in the kitchen, smoking her Paul Mall's barking out orders, it's time for this, stir that, drain the potatoes and laughing her ass off."

"I'm guessing she passed?"

"Yes, and fortunately it was right before I found out Marge was cheating on me or she would have gone after Marge with a rolling pin and since she couldn't see shit by then, who knows what damage she may have caused."

"Only the one brother?"

"No, I have a sister too but neither my brother or I have spoken to her in years. She always treated my mother like shit, but you should have seen her at my mother's funeral, throwing herself on the casket, sobbing hysterically. My brother wanted to nominate her for an academy award. The best part was when she found out our mother had cut her out of the will. What about you?"

"I have a brother and a sister, both live about an hour away, they are both married and they each have two kids. We were never really close growing up and we only see each other a few times a year, Christmas, thanksgiving and maybe a summer birthday or two."

We chatted for another hour, filling each other in on various details of our lives. Jesse had to leave around noon to take Peter to a birthday party.

Jesse looked at me trying to smile, "Are we still on for tonight Jack? Thompson's starting so maybe the Reds have a chance tonight." Thompson was the Reds new pitcher and was their best.

"Yes I'll be there Jesse, and how do you know so much about baseball?"

"My father loved his baseball and the Reds, early on I found myself sitting on his lap watching the games and he taught me all about baseball. He even took me to some games. God those were good times, even when I was too big to sit on his lap, I would still snuggle up against him, his big meaty arm around me, cheering on the Reds when they were the 'Bid Red Machine,' the world was perfect."

I felt like I was channeling my ex-wife with the number of times I changed my clothes before walking out the door. I was almost at her house when I remembered I wanted to bring flowers. Fortunately, the store I stopped at also had some matchbox cars so I also bought one of those for Peter. I couldn't have felt more like a high schooler as I walked up to her door although I wasn't carrying cases of beer around when I was in high school.

Jesse looked gorgeous when she answered the door and thanked me for the flowers. Peter loved the car and disappeared into his room to play with it. Jesse was making some dip so I wondered into Peter's room and was soon down on the floor playing race cars with him on a plastic track he had. Jesse came in and she had a concerned look on her face. It was time for Peter's snack before he went to bed.

"Jack, I appreciate you playing with Peter, god knows his father would never be down on the floor playing with him, but we have no idea what will happen to us, I don't want to see him get attached to you. We've only known each other for 24 hours."

"That may be the hardest thing you've asked of me, but I'll do my best."

Jesse missed most of the first inning putting Peter to bed, he gave me a hug good night.

Jesse was sitting on the other end of the couch from me with a bowl of chips between us. During the first commercial break, Jesse said, "Another question for you Jack, how many women have you dated since your divorce?"

"None Jesse, since my divorce I haven't found the female species very appealing, except you for some reason."

"Why, because I can talk baseball?"

"I don't understand the answer to the question to be honest, and what about you?"

"Friday was the first time I went out at all and there have been no dates. Would it be okay if I moved this bowl out of the way and sat closer to you?"

"Certainly, and would it be okay if I put my less than big meaty arm around you, I promise not to try for second base."

"I would like that Jack."

She snuggled up against me and I put my arm around her, she held that hand just in case I had a sudden urge.

"God, not only are you beautiful but you smell beautiful too."

"Are you trying to sweet talk my panties off Jack."

"Of course not, especially when the Reds are winning."

Jesse gave me an elbow to my midsection.

When the game ended, I prepared to leave and Jesse walked me to the door.

"Jack, thank you for being a gentleman."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, do I get a kiss goodbye."

"Just one Jack, and its not you I'm worried about."

When I got home I realized I couldn't remember the last time I felt this happy and wondered if I ever felt this happy with Marge. There was a paranoia running under the surface, that things couldn't really be this good. Maybe I was just infatuated with Jesse, maybe I was infatuated with Peter, maybe she was the first pretty girl I met since my divorce. I knew that wasn't true because there were several young women at work who always found an excuse to ask me about something work related. It seemed as soon as I took the ring off I became the shell answer man.

There was another early morning text from Jesse when I got up in the morning.

"Jack, sorry to bother you so early in the morning, when you have a three year old you get used to getting up early. Do you think its too soon to see each other again. If not, I could make you dinner tonight, maybe some lasagna?"

"You should have led with lasagna, what time and should I bring some wine?"

"Is eight too late, this way Peter will be fed and in bed when you get here."

"Eight sounds good, what about wine."

"That sounds good, you pick."

I arrived sharply at eight with a single rose in my hand and two bottles of wine.

"Wine and roses, two bottles of wine, are you trying to seduce me Jack?"

"To be honest, I hope to someday, not today but someday."

Jesse said the lasagna would be done in fifteen so we sat on the couch when we heard Peter calling.

"I swear, that boy has some kind of sensor that alarms every time I sit down." She went over to his door and I heard Peter say, "Is Jack here, I need to say good night to him." Jesse said okay and he ran out and gave me a kiss on the lips and a massive bear hug.

"Good night Jack," he shouted as he ran back to his room.

"Well, you've won him over Jack. They say a kid can tell the true nature of a man, an inner sense if a man is truly good or not."

"And what about the mother Jesse, am I winning her over?"

"Jack, we've both had our teeth kicked in by people we thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives with. Do you think you could survive that again? If it wasn't for Peter I'm not sure I would have survived it the first time. It's only been 48 hours and you haven't tried my cooking yet."

The lasagna was delicious. I make a pretty good lasagna myself and Jesse's might even be better. The Reds were off that night so we watched a different team play.

We spent the next few weekend nights together. Jesse gave up trying to keep Peter from getting too attached to me. I joined them for trips to the park and had a blast on the swings with Peter. The three of us attended a Reds game, Peter was thrilled until the fifth inning so we headed home. Sometimes it made me angrier with Marge because if she hadn't cheated I would be taking my three-year old son to his first baseball game.

Jesse always kept track of how many hours we knew each other, we had just passed 500 hours or three weeks in my time when Jesse had a serious look on her face, I had an oh shit feeling. She had just put Peter to bed and joined me on the couch and took me hands in hers,

"Jack, we've known each other for over 500 hours and you haven't tried to sweet talk my panties off yet, are you just being a gentleman or do you not find me attractive?"

"Jesse, I think I've told you how beautiful you are a thousand times, especially when you smile. To use your words, we've both had our teeth kicked in and might not survive another one. You don't know how hard it's been for me not to caress your breast when you're snuggling up against me, the way you smell. And it's even harder when I kiss you good night."

"So maybe I need to sweettalk your tighty whities off."

"And what if Peter walked in on us," I asked?

"I'm glad you asked that question because Peter will spend next weekend with his father."

"So, I could take you out to a nice restaurant next weekend, wine and dine you, maybe that kiss good night might turn into something more."

I began kissing Jesse, deep tongue swapping kisses.

"And then maybe, my hand might slide up and cup that breast I've been dying to touch."

My hand began to caress her breast, Jesse let out a soft moan, and then Peter yelled out he was thirsty.

Jesse said she was sorry. It was getting late so after she tended to Peter I said good night, but our goodbye kiss was as passionate as our kiss earlier and I let my hand slip down to her ass, a nice firm ass.

"You're going to make me wait a whole week Jack?"

"I want the first time I make love to you as perfect as possible. I love you and I love Peter but I would prefer if Peter wasn't interrupting us the first time I made love to you. That gives me a better idea, I'll get a hotel room at the Hilton for next weekend so bring an overnight bag. Sound like a good idea?"

"Sounds like a perfect idea Jack."

We kissed again and managed to break the kiss before I took her on her doorstep.

Jesse called me that Wednesday evening after she got Peter in bed, midweek phone calls had become the norm for us but she was being weird from the outset. Normally our conversations would just flow, an almost magical flow. This one didn't and the alarms immediately started going off in my head.

"Jesse, its clear to me you have something to say but you're holding back. Are you trying to cancel for this weekend?"

"Yes, or no, or I don't know Jack, I did not tell you everything about my divorce. How did you describe telling me about your divorce, I think you said it ripped the scab off well I'm going to rip my scab off. My ex-husband's excuse for cheating on me was that I was horrible in bed, the worst lay he ever had and if he ever fucked a dead woman she would probably be better. I'm not brave enough to take that kind of rejection from another man. But I promise to try harder for you."

"Do you ever think it was just an excuse to make him feel less guilty about what he was doing and pushing the blame on you. It could have easily been your hair color. I don't want you to try harder, lets just enjoy ourselves like two adults who love each other. I've told you I love you before but I don't think you've said it back."

"I do love you Jack, I would not be going to the Hilton with you on Friday night if I didn't love you. This has been happening so fast, we'll have sex after only knowing each other for 670 hours."

"You have never heard the three date rule, if a divorcee agrees to a third date, she's agreeing to having sex with the man."

"No, I never heard of that rule and would never have accepted a third date if that was your expectation."

"Obviously it wasn't Jesse. I think were up to date 10 this weekend and even so, I would never try to coerce you into something you weren't comfortable with. I've been is this for the long term ever since you graced me with that smile."

"Thank you Jack, I'm good with the Hilton on Friday and I hope I don't disappoint you."

"Say something about disappointing me again Jesse and I'll be taking you over my knee at the Hilton."

"Before or after you take my panties off Jack, good night and I do love you."

I went to sleep with a big smile on my face, Jesse said she loved me. I really have morphed into a high school kid with the way I was feeling.

Jesse called my on Friday during lunch. She was getting cold feet again.

"Jack, I'm going to drive myself to the Hilton so you don't have to pick me up.

Actually, I just need an escape plan in case this doesn't work out, ok?"

"If that makes you more comfortable Jesse."

"Thanks Jack, and you're not going to try and fuck my ass are you?"

"No Jesse, I have no plans to fuck your ass, even though your ass is simply amazing and I even got to give it a squeeze last weekend."

"You're incorrigible Jack, I won't be able to get there until probably seven by the time my ex picks up Peter. Where should I meet you?"

"I'll text you the room number and leave a key for you at the front desk, this way you can dump off your bag and do whatever you need to do before we go eat."

"I'll need to change, I bought a nice dress for tonight and I'd prefer if you were the first man to see me in it."

"I can't wait to see you in it and take it off you."

"From a perfect gentleman to a dog in one week, first threatening to swat my behind and now you're going to strip me. I'll see you tonight Jack, and I do love you."

She said it again.

Jesse was still nervous when she came into the hotel room with a suitcase big enough for a week. She was also upset about something but didn't need any encouragement to vent.

"My husband was an asshole tonight Jack, I left the suitcase in my bedroom but he walked into the house like he still owned it. He asked if I was going somewhere and Peter volunteered that I was spending the weekend with you at the Hilton. He got angry about that and started threatening me about custody. I got right in his face, told him to go see his lawyer and be sure to mention how he walked around my house and discuss all of your female friends that Peter has met. Let me go change, I'm starving."

Jesse came out of the bathroom in a green dress that fit her perfectly, I sat there in awe.

"You better say something Jack or I'm heading to my car."

"I'm sorry Jesse, you look beautiful which seems inadequate. The dress is perfect on you, the way it clings, not slutty but there is no doubt how sexy you look."

Jesse was smiling when I finished.

Dinner was good, the first time we ate out that wasn't a hamburger. I couldn't wait to get Jesse in bed but was trying to be cool. We passed on desert and I stopped at the men's room and Marge was waiting for me when I came out.

"She's beautiful Jack and I can see in her eyes how much she loves you. It eases a little bit of my guilt. Good luck and marry her quick before someone tries to steal her."

And then Marge was gone. I never saw her before or after the men's room talk. I did tell Jesse.

"Are you ok with that Jack."

"Surprisingly so Jesse, I think maybe because I have you in my life but I realized for the first time that the thought of Marge didn't fill me with hate. Her line about easing a little bit of her guilt is the closest she ever came to apologizing. I'll take it as a win. Why are we discussing my ex-wife when I have someone so beautiful by my side."

Jesse was nervous as we entered, not that I wasn't but I felt it was my responsibility to help her relax. I took her into my arms and we kissed as she melted into me.

There was a full length mirror in the hallway and I turned her to face it.

While softly kissing her neck I said, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are Jesse?"

"You can already have my panties Jack, no more sweat talk is needed."

"But you are incredibly beautiful, especially when you smile."

I began to undo the zipper on the back of her dress, she offered no resistance. She was still facing the mirror as the dress slid to the floor. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set in the same color green as the dress. I continued to kiss her neck as my hands slid up her body, touching skin I haven't felt before and then I grabbed her breasts through her bra. Jesse let out a moan and pulled my lips to hers. When the kiss broke, I undid the hook on her bra which joined the dress on the floor.

"Even your breasts are perfect Jesse."

Jesse continued to moan as I played with her nipples. My hand slid down into her panties and I found a very wet pussy. I slide my finger up her lips and over clit and her knees buckled as she came.

"Take me now Jack."

"One more thing first Jesse." I guided her to the bed and as she laid down I slid her panties off. Jesse had shaved her pussy. I kissed me way up her thighs, her smell was intoxication and she tasted so sweet. Jesse pulled my face against her pussy and started bucking, my tongue hadn't touched her clit yet.

Jesse pushed me away, "Get your clothes off Jack and come make love to me before I rape your ass."

And I did, she guided my cock into her pussy and wrapped her legs around me. Jesse pulled me in tight and began kissing me and licking her juices off my face. I moved slowly back and forth knowing I wasn't going to last long but I wanted to give her one more orgasm before I came. As the thought went through my head, Jesse moaned and I felt her shudder as she came. That was enough to push me over.

We laid on our sides, facing each other, Eventually my cock softened and fell out. Jesse got a panicked look on her face and went running to the bathroom cupping her pussy. She came back wearing her panties and sat on the bed facing me.

"How was I Jack? Be honest."

"Jesse never has a woman responded more passionately to my touch than you have tonight, how tightly you held me in your arms, your legs wrapped around me. Like I said, your husband was just trying to excuse his bad behavior."

Jesse kissed me, which turned into something much more passionate. And then she stopped with a look on her face.

"Jack, just how many women have felt your touch?"

"Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question because I'm going to ask you the same question."

"Go ahead and ask Jack, you are only the second man I've had sex with. So, what's your number?"

"Since college, two but things were pretty wild in college, maybe twenty. There was a lot of alcohol involved too."

"And did you do all those wild things too, like threesomes and anal sex."

"Jesse why are we going down this road. I can tell by the expression on you face that you probably won't like the answers and I will never lie to you."

"I appreciate your honesty Jack. Neither my husband or I were very experienced when it came to sex. He wanted to do things he saw in porn magazines but didn't know how and I wasn't a willing participant. Only nasty girls did that kind of stuff. You're the first person to lick my pussy and it was incredible. I even licked my juices off your face, maybe I am a nasty girl."

"Jesse, anything two people in love do is not nasty, that's why they call it making love. I am glad I pleased you."

"I am willing to try new things Jack, but just us, none of that threesome stuff. I'll even leave anal on the table but not tonight. There's a few more things I would like to try tonight if you're brave enough."

I smiled, Jesse pushed me onto my back and took my cock into her mouth. It was obvious that she never did that before but that didn't stop my dick from getting hard. As my cock hardened, Jesse slipped her panties off and straddled me, sliding her pussy onto my cock. She came as she bottomed out.

"God I love having you in me Jack, I feel so full, so loved."

I felt a tear slide down her face onto mine, she kissed it away, "Happy tears Jack."

Jesse rolled onto her side and we continued our love making, exchanging soft kisses, I played with her nipples, sometimes gentle kisses or a slight squeeze, looking to see how she responded.

"I need to come Jack, will you fuck me, will you fuck me hard?"

We rolled over so Jesse was on her back and I pinned her knees to her ears. I fucked her as hard as I could. Jesse was moaning, screaming and crying. I felt her shudder, felt a little squirt and then realized she was begging me to come. I did.

"That was fantastic Jack," she said as she laid her head on my shoulder, unconcerned that my come was dripping out of her pussy this time. Jesse drifted off to sleep. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, wondering about my future with Jesse. We've only been together for 670 hours plus and I could see myself spending the rest of my life with her. Of course, images of Marge had to piss all over my dream.

Jesse's face was staring up at me when I woke up.

"We desperately need a shower Jack and I'm starving."

"Shower together or do you want to go first?"

"Together, I had this nasty little dream last night and I want to try it out."

We washed each other off, Jesse making sure her pussy was clean in case I had some ideas, then she dropped to her knees and started sucking on my cock.

"Jack I want you to fuck my face, I'm assuming you know how with all the wild times you had in college. You know I'm going to tease you about that."

"Yes, I know a few ways to fuck your face," I said as I pinched her nipple. "Some nasty girls like a brutal face fuck, is that what you want?"

"I don't really know Jack, but let's try it."

"Go lay down on the bed on your back, your head hanging over the edge of the bed with your legs spread as far as possible."

Jesse dried off and scurried out of the bathroom. When I came out, she was laying on the bed like I requested.

"Play with yourself for me Jesse."

Jesse sat up, "What, you want me to masturbate for you. I never did that before."

"But you do masturbate and you said you're willing to do new things with me."

Jesse smirked. Laid back down and started rubbing her tits. I knelt on the floor near the side of the bed and slid my cock into her mouth. Jesse began to suck and I slowly started fucking her mouth, but not too hard.

"Play with your pussy Jesse, while I maul your tits." I grabbed Jesse's tits as I began to push my cock deeper into her throat."

"Pull your cunt lips apart you nasty girl. Show me how wet you cunt is."

Jesse was pulling her pussy lips apart while rubbing her clit. I pulled her hands away.

"No coming until I come nasty girl." I had been pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, it was near her throat. "Grab my ass nasty girl and pull my cock deeper, deep into your throat like you were pulling me into your cunt last night."

Jesse grabbed my ass cheeks and started pulling me in but I wasn't getting into her throat. I gave her nipples a twist, as she said ouch, my cock got into her throat.

"Now just relax nasty girl, relax your breathing, relax your neck so your breath flows freely in and out of your lungs. Go back to playing with your pussy but do not come. Show me how many fingers you can get in that nasty hole."

While Jesse was working a finger from each hand into her pussy, I was working my cock deeper into her throat. A couple of times I sensed her panic and reminded her to relax. When she had two fingers of each hand in her pussy I told her to spread her cunt wide. I was on edge, I grabbed her tits, gave them a squeeze and told her to come. Jesse started convulsing on the bed as she sprayed the sheets, she ended up pulling off my cock and getting her face painted as a result.

I went and got a damp wash cloth to clean her face. She was laying on her side. I couldn't get a feel for what she was thinking.

"Are you okay Jesse, was I too rough?'

She pulled me in and hugged me, "That was incredible Jack, are women supposed to come like that, spraying whatever out of my pussy?"

"Some women do Jesse, I don't know about all."

"Maybe it just takes a man who has a lot of experience with nasty women." She smiled and gave me a kiss. "But I'm hungrier than I was before and I need another shower to get some sticky stuff out of my air."

She came out of the shower, still dry, looking like she was crying, "Jack, do you think less of me because I let you do nasty things to me."

"Jesse, was it really nasty since we're in love with each other? And no, I don't think less of you. Did you enjoy yourself? I am impressed that you were willing to be so adventurous with me, it shows me that you trust me."

I was hugging her with her face buried in my chest, "I do trust you Jack, something I never thought I would do with a man again. I am sorry for being worried."

"Don't be sorry Jesse, we need to talk about these kinds of things as we learn to trust each other."

"And what about you Jack, I never hear any concerns from you?"

"How about you finish your shower and we get to the restaurant while they are still serving breakfast and I'll tell you all about my concerns."

Jesse was heading back to the shower, "Should I be scared Jack."

"Absolutely not Jesse."

Over breakfast I said, "Jesse, everything about you is perfect, your beautiful, loving and kind. I watch you with Peter and I'm amazed what a good mother you are. And I wonder how did my life become so amazing, or am I missing something that's going to kick my teeth in?"

"I think we both feel that way, being in love puts yourself in danger, especially if you've been crushed before and both of us have been crushed before. Someday hopefully, we'll be sitting in rockers watching our grandchildren running around and rue the energy we wasted on being scared."

We reached across the table and kissed. I asked what she wanted to do, and we discussed some options. High on the list was letting the maids in to clean the room. We decided to take a walk along the river. At one time, that area of the waterfront was pretty run down but the area had been revitalized into parks and playgrounds.

I knew what she was thinking and said, "We must bring Peter here!"

We walked, stopped for ice cream and walked.

"Are you ready for a nap Jesse."

"I certainly am, but are you going to be able to keep your hands out of my panties so we can sleep?" God I just loved that smile.

Jesse and I were just waking up from our naps when her cell phone rang. Her ex was calling her, I could hear Peter tell her that daddy needed her to come get him. Jesse asked to talk to his father but Peter said his father said no. I could tell Peter was crying and Jesse said she's be there in a half hour.

"I am sorry Jack, I don't know what's going on but I feel like Peter is in the middle of some stupid shit my ex is starting. And you already paid for another night."

"Don't worry about that, go get your son while I pack all our stuff and I'll run your bag over when you tell me your ready."

Jesse forwarded a text from her ex, "I'm not going to babysit your kid so you can spread your legs for your newest boy toy."

Jesse's ex continued to try and punish Jesse, whether it was failing to show up when he was supposed to pick up Peter or being late with his support payments. Anything to be a dick I said to her once.

The three of us were visiting my brother for the third time. Peter adored my nephew who was a year older and my nephew adored Peter, they were like brothers. Jesse and my sister-in-law Liz bonded in the first minutes after they met, sisters from a different mother they said.

We were sitting around the kitchen table chatting after dinner, the kids had already gone off to play when Jesse started talking about how her ex screwed over our weekend in the Hilton. My brother thought we should go have a word or two with her ex. I said I liked the idea and that was the first time Jesse gave me a look I never wanted to see again.

Liz said, "Jack, if you say anything but yes, I'll come across this table and slap you. Let us watch Peter the next time you two want to get away. How many times have you watched our kids for a weekend and look how good they get along together."

I have a better idea said my brother, "You two go find a place to spend the night and leave Peter here. There's plenty of clothes around he could wear."

I could see the look of worry in Jesse's eyes, so how to avoid hurting my brother and his wife's feelings and ease Jesse's fears.

"Before we jump to Peter spending the night away from his mother, would you guys watch him for a little bit so Jesse and I could go out and maybe catch a movie or something."

Jesse immediately relaxed, everybody agreed and Jesse and I picked out a movie. She called Peter in and told him we were heading out. Peter said he wasn't ready to leave and asked to stay. Jesse told him okay, Peter's face lit up and he started running back into my nephew's room, hit the brakes, ran back and kissed his mother goodbye, started to the bedroom again and came back and gave me a kiss goodbye.

The movie was good, I had my arm wrapped around Jess and let my hand slip into second base. Jesse was staring at me and I told her I was only kidding. I pulled my hand back and she put it back on her breast.

"Just so you know, you're getting the juices flowing and I hope you'll be ready to take care of that problems you're causing." Then she turned back to the movie with that smile.

After picking up Peter, we headed back to her place. That night wasn't the first time Jesse and had sex at her place but it was the first time I got her to sit on my face. She came like a mad woman, then rolled onto her side and quickly fell asleep. I did also which was a mistake, I always tried to leave before Peter woke up.

When I did wake up, Peter was leaning on the bed, his face less than an inch away from mine, "Jack, mom wants to know if you want any pancakes?"

"Yes I do Peter, please tell her I'm on my way." He was yelling to his mother that I said yes before he was out of the room.

The weekend after, Jesse and I were furniture shopping for a bed for Peter to sleep in at my place. Peter had a blast trying out all the beds and they spent the night at my place the following weekend. Jesse told me we were over 1400 hours, or 1460 to be exact.

The following weekend was hour 1500, Jesse arranged for a babysitter and we went out to dinner.

She offered me a toast, "Here's to 1500 hours Jack." We clinked glasses but she had a look in her eye I didn't like.

"Jack, have you thought about us getting married, what that would look like?" She still had that look, I felt like I was in quicksand.

"I have thought about that Jesse, who's house should we live in or should we sell both and buy something new, a clean start for us. I thought about giving Peter a brother or a sister or both. I thought about us growing old together and hoping I wouldn't be too old to get on the floor and play with them. But I can see in your eyes that you're not asking this question because you want to know my dreams."

Jesse was trying to talk but she started crying.

"Excuse me Jesse, I need the men's room."

I didn't need the men's room, I needed to escape. After finding the waitress, I stuffed a bunch of cash in her hand and she assured me it was enough to pay the bill. I went outside to call a ride share and there just happened to be one dropping someone off. She had insisted on driving so my car was at her house.

Ten minutes after Jesse kicked my teeth in I was in my car and could not figure out where to go. I needed to hide so after picking up a bottle of scotch, I headed to a cheap motel on the other side of town, the kind of place where nobody would care that there new guest didn't have any luggage.

Jesse had called and texted me a bunch of times but I turned my phone off and drank my scotch straight from the bottle until I passed out. I woke up and ran to the bathroom and vomited for an eternity. There was a breakfast place across the street so I ordered some coffee and pancakes. While waiting for my food I turned my phone back on. There were dozens of texts from Jesse, I scanned them real quick. At some point she was sitting in my kitchen wondering where I was. It made me happy that I decided to flee to a hotel.

There were some calls and texts from my brother and my Liz, wanting to know if I was okay. I sent them a text saying I was alive and well.

Liz called me, "Jack, Jesse called, she was in a panic. She said you guys were out to dinner and you left her there and she couldn't find you."

"Did she tell you why I left?"

"I asked her Jack, but she wouldn't answer me. She said she just needed to know if your were all right. What the fuck is going on?"

"She was breaking up with me last night Liz, she was trying to get the words out but I could see it in her eyes. So, I fled, I'm staying in a cheap motel."

"I'm sorry Jack, I could see how much you loved her and that boy. I thought she loved you too. Your brother and I were so happy you found someone after that destruction Marge left in her wake. Jack, I'm going to let you go. I want to call Jesse and let her know you're safe and then I'm going to verbally rip her tits off."

After breakfast, I headed to Walmart, grabbed some clothes and toiletries, then extended my stay at the hotel. I also called in for emergency vacation at work and wondered how long I could live in this hotel. It was cheap enough but how long could I look at these walls and did I really want to get trashed on scotch again. That became a yes and I was wondering if I could start before lunch.

But before I could get to the liquor store, Liz was calling me back.

"Guess who was on my doorstep when I was trying to call her. She just wanted to know if you were okay. I told her physically you were fine but what the fuck. She said she had to make a decision based on what was best for Peter and left. No other explanation. I bet she's getting back with her ex."

"You might be right."

My brother got on the phone, "Jack, come here and spend the night. Who knows what is lurking in the corners of that motel. Liz said she's not taking no for an answer. You know her Jack. Do I need to pick you up?"

"No, I think Liz is right. Let me get a shower and I'll be over in time for dinner."

Liz was right, I felt much better being around family and my nephew kept me busy playing catch. My brother and I knocked back a few glasses of scotch after the kids went to bed and I slept soundly on his couch.

The next morning, I headed home and found a long note from Jesse on my kitchen table, I scanned it until I got to the punch line, she was getting back with her husband. I tossed the rest without reading it. And I tried to go back to what I was doing before Jesse.

Sometimes I would try and figure out who hurt me more, Marge or Jesse. I think Marge hurt more, I was unprepared for it, I wouldn't say I was prepared for Jesse but she added Peter into the mix for some extra pain.

Another thing I thought I was prepared for was finding Jesse on my doorstep with Peter when I came home from work two weeks later. She had a couple of bags of take out with her. Peter damned near tackled me, he launched himself into my arms from ten feet away and I was lucky I caught him. He had tears in his eyes as he kissed me on the lips.

"My daddy beat up my mommy really bad, she had to go to the hospital and they arrested my daddy. I know you wouldn't do anything like that."

"That's enough Peter, Jack just got home from work. Let him relax a bit after his hard day. Can we come in Jack, I brought some Chinese from Great Wall."

As I got closer, I could see the bruising on her face that she was trying to hide with makeup. There were also marks on her arms, I felt like crying for her.

Jesse was trying to set the table and serve the food but she grimaced every time she moved. I told her to sit down and took over. There was no argument. I kept the table conversation to Peter who had no problem filling the silence, mostly complaints about his father not playing with him. He tried kissing his father on the lips and his father called him a little girl. Jesse was crying.

After dinner, I set up Peter with some toys my brother had sent over. I sent Liz a text telling her Jesse was over. Her response shocked me, "I know Jack, Jesse and i have been talking, but you're on your own from here my darling brother-in-law,"

"Jack, if you want me to leave I will, but please allow me to try and rectify my biggest fuck up in mine and Peter's life. What that poor boy witnessed will take a lot of counseling to get over. Did you read my letter Jack?"

"Only the sentence where you said you were getting back with your ex."

I wanted to say how did that work out for you but she was in pain every time she breathed.

"Maybe that's better, the rest was mostly his bull shit conning me into taking him back, how much better it would be for Peter. I quickly realized I was a fool, it was all about money. Between my support payments and what he was paying to support his other kid, he was broke."

"I knew one thing that would drive him out although I miscalculated. He wanted to get frisky one night and I had been putting him off since he moved back in. I climbed into bed, sucked his cock until he was hard and climbed on, just like you and I did with you many times Jack. It took a few minutes for him to realize I learned some new tricks. He threw me off him and beat the shit out of me, several broken ribs and sprains, damage to my spleen and kidneys. My darling son learned to call 911 in preschool. My ex started fighting the cops which did not end well for him."

Jesse had undid her blouse revealing her torso that was almost completely covered with bruises. How does someone do that to another human being. Neither of us realized that Peter had walked back into the room, He climbed up into my arms (someday I have to figure out how he does that).

"Look what he did to my mommy Jack. She can't even hold me anymore."

"But I can Peter," and I gave him a hard squeeze as he continued to cry.

And then Jesse was holding me, "Please forgive me Jack, Liz read me the riot act for kicking your teeth in, the beating from my ex was easier to take, her words hurt more."

I stood there holding these two precious people as they cried on me, all I knew was that I wasn't going to let them go again.