My Ex-Wife

This is a short story I wrote a long time ago, at some point I thought about adding to it. I recently picked it up again and decided anything more would be just fluff. There is some sex in this story but if that's what your looking for you should move on. EOUL jsps

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My ex-wife had invited me out for a coffee after I dropped off the kids last Saturday. It had been almost five years since the events that led to our divorce took place and this was the closest Jesse had come to speaking to me. All of our other communications were through text messages, emails, her mother or occasionally our children. It wasn't like I didn't try to talk to her, but Jesse refused.

The last time we spoke was before a girl's night out she attended almost five years ago. She rarely went and never dressed up, nothing more than a simple dress. I heard her trying to get the key in and opened the door for her. She fell into the house and into my arms. Jesse wasn't drunk, just tripped over the threshold. I realized she was crying and before I could ask her about it, she pushed me away and ran upstairs. Slowly I realized I could smell a man's come on her. I headed upstairs but she had locked herself in the bathroom and refused to talk to me. I fell asleep on our bed waiting for her to come out. Sometime during the night, she did and left a note saying she was going to her parents.

Jesse spent the rest of the weekend with her parents. She wouldn't take my calls. Her mother called me and said she had no idea what was going on. Jesse locked herself in her old room, spending most of the time crying. I told her mother I think Jesse cheated on me Friday night because I could smell another man on her. There was silence on the phone. "Jack, all I can say is I'll try and talk to her. Neither her father nor I have had any luck getting her to talk to us."

On Monday, I got the kids off to school but worried that I wouldn't be home from work in time when they got off the bus. Jesse's mom pulled into the driveway and told me she would take care of the kids.

"Did Jesse say anything?"

"Yes and no, yesterday afternoon we asked her if she cheated on you. She nodded yes and ran back to her room. What are you going to do Jack?"

"How can I decide what to do if she won't talk to me?"

Eventually Jesse did come home and was there when the kids got off the bus and through dinner. But she never spoke to me. I would hear her talking to the kids and it was like nothing ever happened. If I was around, the silence was deafening and the kids wanted to know why mommy and daddy never spoke to each other anymore.

Two or three weeks after the girl's night out, I came home from work and Jesse's mother was there and she was crying. In our bathroom I found two positive pregnancy tests on the bathroom vanity with a note from Jesse begging me to divorce her. This was two years after my vasectomy. Jesse's mother hugged me and asked me to let Jesse go.

So, I did. I ignored the prenup we had and gave her a generous settlement. Through text messages she begged me to execute the prenup, but I told her this had more to do with the kids than anything else. Jesse never showed any signs of a pregnancy, and her mother told me she had an abortion. Jesse and her family were avid 'right to life' supporters so I was shocked.

During that first month after the abortion, Jesse's father had a severe stroke and died. His funeral was the first time that Jesse let me hold her since the girl's night out. We stood there with her head on my shoulder crying for a half hour. When she was done crying, she tried wiping her tear stains off my jacket and walked away. I asked Jesse's mom to move in with her and she agreed.

In the following years I devoted myself to being a non-custodial parent, never missing any opportunity to spend time with my kids. I coached their sports teams, attended the school plays, dance recitals and anything else in their lives. Through text messages, Jesse kept me informed of everything going on in their lives including invites to birthdays.

But there was a lot of stuff I was missing. I rarely gave them a kiss good night and never saw them in the morning. Our conversations usually involved sports and none of the school drama.

Dates were few and far between for me. I still spent a lot of time with my friends playing in adult soccer and softball leagues. Occasionally Jesse's mom would bring the kids out to watch me play. There was always a single woman present that my teammates or their wives would try and fix me up with. I was still in love with Jesse, so no one ever got a first date.

After one of those games, my teammates and I were sitting around a pub, knocking back a few when Chuck, an old friend from high school sat down next to me. To call him an old friend was misleading. We grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same high school, and hung out with the same group of people together, but there was never a warm friendship, I don't think Chuck had a warm friendship with anybody and rarely dated. He was big guy, not huge, but big and good looking. Girls would throw themselves at him and he would ignore them. No one was surprised when he joined the military right out of high school.

Chuck wasn't around often but he always made it home for weddings or similar events. He never spoke about what he did, I know people asked him that question but somehow he always managed to avoid answering the question. I wondered if he was still in the military. I wondered why he sat down next to me.

"Jack, I'm sorry I've been out of touch for the last few years, work got crazy. I recently found out that you and Jesse divorced five years ago. I'm embarrassed it took so long for me to find out and couldn't believe it. You and Jesse were perfect together. If someone asked me what true love looked like, I would point to you and Jesse. I had to find out what happened. Five years is a lot of time for people to forget, especially forget something they didn't want to know in the first place."

"Do you remember a guy named Jimmy Rizzo, he called himself Vinnie for some reason. He was a couple of years older than us and a real scumbag. His parents owned a nightclub in town and Jimmy worked there some nights. There were always rumors that the family was mobbed up, there's no truth to that."

Chuck pulled out a plastic bag with some pills in it, he said, "These are the infamous roofies. Jimmy would use them on unsuspecting women who happened to be drinking in the club. He wanted to fuck married women, so he slipped a pill in their drink and take them into a storage room and essentially rape them. Then he would drive them home to their husband's with his cum in their pussies."

As he talked, I began to realize why he was talking to me. I was trying to remember where Jesse went that night.

Then he handed me a newspaper article about a body found in a burned out car. The body was burned beyond recognition. The medical examiner could only conclude that the victim was a male in his thirties.

There was a second article talking about a famous nightclub in town that unexpectedly closed. No one had any notice. When the employees showed up for work, they found the doors locked. The owners were unavailable for comment.

"Again, I'm so sorry that you and Jesse got divorced and I'm sorry it took me five years to find out. Usually, my mom is pretty good at keeping me up to date on what's going on. I can see how you wouldn't want a lot of people to know."

He finished his drink and got up to leave, "Jack, sometimes stupid shit happens to stupid people, and they get what they deserve. But Jesse ain't stupid. I asked her out on a date once in high school, long before you guys were dating. She told me no, that she was in love with someone and was going to marry that man someday, and then she looked over at you."

Chuck gave me a bro hug and left.

The following Saturday was our scheduled meetup. I was walking up to the coffee shop when I heard Jesse calling me. She had been crying.

"Jack, can we talk in my car please. I'm not having any luck controlling my emotions."

I sat down in her passenger seat, the front seats and floor were littered with tissues that Jesse was trying to clean up.

"Chuck came to see me Jack, I'm assuming he came to see you." I nodded.

"I heard of roofies before but always thought it was fiction, like Spanish fly or ginseng. After Chuck's visit, I spent a lot of time researching roofies on the web. There are plenty of stories from women who were drugged and raped. For the first time in five years that Friday night began to make sense. I don't know what I thought happened that Friday, I assumed I gave myself willingly to Jimmy. And I was so full of regret as he drove me home I didn't know what to think except that I betrayed you."

"I couldn't look at you, if I tried to speak my throat would seal shut. And you were my Jack, even after what I did, and knowing what I did, you did your best to be there for me, but I shut you out."

"The more I read about roofies, I realized two things, most women who get raped like that end up losing the relationship they were in, their partners couldn't handle it. The more important thing I realized I wasted five years of our lives by not talking to you. I made a bad decision and gave you no choice."

"I'm sorry I went out with the girls that night, I'm sorry that asshole raped me, I'm sorry I couldn't discuss it with the man I love and I'm sorry I wasted the last five years. I'm not asking you to get back together with me, I assume you've moved on in five years, but can you please forgive me for the stupid shit I did."

The word 'wow' was echoing through my mind. Jesse had her face planted on her steering wheel. There was no conscious thought or plan on what to say. I pulled Jesse in for a hug and put her head on my shoulder.

"I never moved on Jesse, I never stopped loving you."

"Jack, how could you not stop loving me, I had sex with another man, got pregnant with his baby and had an abortion, and you still love me."

"Yes Jesse, just as much as that day you smiled at me across the cafeteria in high school. Chuck told me a story about how he asked you out and you told him you were in love with someone else and you looked at me. I think that was the same day I fell in love with you."

"But I wasted five years, we'll never get them back."

"Jesse, if we wasted another day worrying about wasting the five years, would that make anything better, or would we have just wasted five years and a day?"

"Will you come home with me Jack?"

"Only if we swing by my place first so I can pick up most of my stuff."

We started kissing, swapping tongues and my hand slipped up to her breast.

"I'm not complaining Jack, but if you keep that up we'll get arrested."

Jesse followed me to my apartment. She had never been inside before; I wasn't sure how messy it was. I would go through periods where I kept it pretty neat and there were other periods where it looked like a dorm room.

Jesse never had a chance to notice, as soon as we were inside, she pushed me down on my back, pulled out my cock, rubbed it against her very wet pussy and slid down on my cock. She was kissing my face, crying with her tears dripping down on me. I didn't last long. It had been five years since I had sex with someone other than me. Jesse laid her head on my shoulder and began playing with my dick. She was very quiet.

"You know you can talk to me now Jesse."

"I'm sorry Jack, I'm lying here with my head on your shoulder and your cum leaking out of my pussy and I'm speechless. That this would happen is beyond my imagination. I want to pinch myself, but I have a better idea."

My dick had begun responding to Jesse's hands. She sat up and took off her dress and told me to get my fucking clothes off.

"Where's you panties Jesse?"

"In the car, I took them off on my way here. I didn't think they would stay on long anyway."