Changing The Ending With My Ex

Changing The Ending With My Ex.

Throughout the day, all I could think about was finally being alone with Paul.

I wish my friends had given me that kind of special entertainment on my 40th birthday. Angela had been through a lot with her contentious divorce, and now she knows she still has it, thanks to Paul.

As for me, I recalled the memorable quote from C. S. Lewis, the British author, scholar, and theologian, whose insights on faith, love, and human nature remain influential:

"You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending."

I would not want to change anything about meeting or being with Paul in college; however, after finally seeing him again, I wanted the rest of the weekend to be all about defining our future.

I took Paul's hand and led him to my master bathroom, which I recently had remodeled. The crown jewel of the bathroom was a giant hot tub with powerful warm jets of water and a wonderful view of the palm trees in my backyard. Paul had been such a good sport for my dear girlfriends and me. I was not sure I could do enough to thank him for all he did today. But I was sure going to try.... His face lit up when he saw the hot tub.

The most important thing he did was to let me know he would be in Orlando and to see if I wanted to meet again. What if he had come to my city, attended the business conference and returned to Texas without even a text? We would have never had this second chance, and the party for Angela would not have been so, well, unique.

All of this was spinning through my head as I ran water into the tub and added some scented bubbles that I liked to enjoy when I was stressed. Paul would be the first guest using the new spa bath with me.

Paul, still naked with smears of chocolate icing and cum all over his body, was looking to me for guidance. I moved close to him and hugged him tightly, reaching around to grope his delectable ass, and without saying a word led his hands to lift my top over my head.

I had worn my own special lingerie, hoping we might get to this point. The red lace panties and 'barely there' lace bra matched the color of my toenails and fingernails. He unfastened my black pants and I kicked them off. It was Paul's turn to pull me close, with my breasts mashed against his chest and both of his hands on my curvy ass. Our lips locked for a steamy kiss and tongues danced as our embrace deepened.

The water was ready, so I helped still-slimy Paul get into the tub. His gaze was laser-focused on me as I seductively removed my bra and panties. He liked what he saw... even after those many years. My heart-shaped landing strip was something new for him (I never cut it like that when he knew me before), and I noticed a twinkle in his eye. The bubbly water prohibited me from seeing if his cock liked it.

I did a twirl for his entertainment, my breasts swaying a bit. I am sure he could see my puffy breasts and erect nipples, showing my desire to be with him once again.

Then I stepped into the spa with Paul. The warm, relaxing bubbles transported us to a different world.

Melding with a Mermaid.

When Patty led me into her bathroom, my heart skipped a beat: there was a huge spa bath, with a wall-length mirror opposite it on one side and a view of her palm-tree shaded backyard on the other side. There was a ledge on the side facing the windows, wide enough to sit on. It looked like paradise, and leading me into the Garden of Eden was my Eve.

As I had no clothes on, after a few lingering kisses, I got into the spa. The water almost went up to my waist when I was standing in the deepest part. Patty added some bubble bath, and soon fragrant white clouds billowed up from the water. She then did a sexy strip tease with her bra and panties (lacey and red -- so hot) and then stepped into the water with me. I steadied her as she got in and pulled her into a kiss.

"Oh, you are still covered with all that goo! Let me clean you up a bit," she said, and scooping up a handful of water and bubbles, she began to slowly run her hands around my chest.

Another handful of water was used to wet down my abs. Her hands slid farther down, the soap making my skin slippery and smooth. I reached down and took some water and bubbles and began to wash her hips and ass and boobs while she 'cleaned' me. She reached down again, and this time used the water and soap to start caressing my throbbing cock.

After the workout Angela gave me, I was surprised to revive so quickly, but the thought of being with Patty again easily overcame any 'battle fatigue' I might have had.

Patty and I continued to stand, our hands exploring each other's bodies while we kissed again and again. I decided to take charge and lifted her up onto the ledge of the spa. She looked at me, wondering what was on my mind. "Lean back and relax," I said.

She started to speak: "But Paul, you've done so much for me today, I..." but I put my finger to her lips.

Kneeling in the spa, I settled down between her firm, athletic legs and began to run my hands around her nipples. "Hmm, Paul," she said, "you remember what I like."

I took her nipples between my thumb and index finger on each hand and began to roll them back and forth. Her hands clasped my wrists as I worked them firmly, with low moans beginning to come from her mouth.

Then I slid further down, parted her legs further, and began to lick and tease her very excited clit. I flicked my tongue left, right, up, down, and in little circles, varying my approach and speed, finding new ways to excite her from each direction. Patty's hands started to run through my hair as I continued my tonguing of her moist mound.

Patty didn't say anything, she just moaned from time to time and ran her fingers through my hair. Should I keep going or switch things up and make love to her? I decided we would have plenty of time for that later. She needed release and she needed it now.

I spread her legs still wider, using my arms, then took my right hand and began to use my fingers in addition to my ministering to her aching clit. She was so wet -- so I slipped two fingers inside and began to run them along the upper inside of her soppy wet vagina. A firm area began to be noticeable as I did this. Patty's moans got louder as I rubbed her g-spot in time with my tongue movements on her clit. Her breathing got more and more ragged and her belly began to tense. I was nearing the promised land.

With a cry, she grabbed my head hard and clutched me to her. I kept on with my tonguing and fingering as she continued to rock and moan. Her belly gradually began to relax. She sighed and lay back against the window.

"Oh, God, Paul, I have missed that," she said. "Come up here on the ledge and hold me."

I hopped up and sat next to her. She leaned against me and I wrapped her in my arms.

The Hammer Strikes Again

The investment of the bathroom upgrade and spa tub just paid for itself. I had not been pleasured that thoroughly and had orgasmed with so much intensity since college with Paul. Other guys did not take the time to get to know me and my body and hustled on to the good parts -- for them -- of sex. I had forgotten how great sex could be - and this was just the start of our evening together. Paul's hard-on would not go to waste if I had anything to say about it.

I teased Paul that I would coax him down from the ledge, stepping with him out of the tub. His cock was still engorged but obviously on hold for things to come later.

I grabbed a large beach towel from the heated cabinet of linens and started drying Paul off. He took the other end, using the soft cotton and his skilled hands to reach my arms, legs, boobs and feminine regions. He worked to comfort and dry me as my end of the towel found his chest, butt, arms, legs and sensitive cock and balls.

Leading Paul to the master bedroom and my queen-sized haven was like a dream come true after all these years. I laid Paul on his back, propped his head up on the generous pillows and curled myself up to use my lips, tongue and mouth on his re-energized penis. It did not take long for me to work my magic.

In college, we jokingly called his cock "the hammer" for multiple reasons. Paul would get so hard his cock would stand straight out at maximum length, with its thick knob leading the way. And his rigid dick combined with his hip clenching action was like a jackhammer once we found our rhythm. Many nights, he would pound my pussy in the best way possible and create mind-blowing mutual climaxes.

On this late afternoon I played with his full balls and sucked and stroked that delicious cock, hoping "the hammer" would swing in me once again.

Paul began kissing me and using his hands to tantalize my sensitive breasts and vagina. I stopped blowing him, rose up and used my right hand to guide "the hammer" to its nail -- my very moist and ready honey pot. Riding him cowgirl, I looked at his sweet gentle handsome face and our eyes connected just like they did in college.

"Holy fuck.... Paul.... you feel incredible," I moaned as he thrust his eight-inch cock into me and I lowered all the way down on him.

The pace picked up, and soon his hips and clenched ass were pounding me like days of old. The jackhammer was causing sloppy wet orgasm after orgasm. I leaned forward each time and he kissed me and pulled on my nipples to accentuate the excitement and pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me from behind, stud," I eked out between thrusts. Paul used his arm strength to lift me off and place me on my hands and knees, with my tits hanging and my vagina and ass winking at him.

Paul was a tease, slapping my buttocks and vagina with his hammer and sliding in and then back out. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked hard and deep, and he could read the room. Paul grabbed my hips tightly and drilled that hot rod as far as he could go. With his right hand, he reached to finger my clit as he moved forward and I thrust back with my ass and hips.

"Damn.... it.... Paul.... give it to me," I yelled.

Riding from the rear, my cowboy Paul slapped my ass with an audible crack. And then he did it repeatedly as the pain and pleasure heightened.

"I am a naughty girl...." I screamed and moaned. "I like it..... fuck me harder."

Paul accelerated the jackhammer and we both climaxed simultaneously, squirting juices all over our bodies and the bed. We sought refuge in each other's arms and our lips found themselves locked together as our hugs increased.

But the exhausting day was far from over.....

A Frolic, A Fine Night's Sleep, And A Flight

We happily dozed in Patty's bed. I lost track of time -- it just felt good and so right to be together again after all this time. The shadows outside lengthened.

After a bit, we both stirred and realized we were both quite a mess. Patty suggested we try out the new shower she'd had installed along with her spa tub.

Walking in front of me into the bathroom, I marveled at how firm and sexy her body looked. She couldn't possibly be 45 years old! That ass looked more fuckable than it had in college -- and that was saying something - and her 36C boobs were still a delight. It was like we never missed a beat; we still had the same chemistry we had before, but it had a new depth to it as well. In my mind, the idea began to emerge that we were not just having one more fling for the old times; we were lighting a new fire.

Patty reached into her shower and turned the water on. It was one of those rain forest type showers -- the water cascading down on us in warm torrents from different directions. Stepping into the soothing flow of the shower with Patty, I saw our reflection in the mirrors. Patty did, too, and we enjoyed touching and playfully watching ourselves from several angles.

Patty enjoyed seeing her breasts pressed up against my chest, while I liked watching my hands cupping her ass. Soon, the playing turned more sensual, and rather amazingly my soldier was soon at attention again. I turned Patty toward the mirrors opposite the shower, spread her legs apart, and slid into her from behind again.

She let out a growl and said, "pull my hair and pound me again." She braced herself against the shower stall and we both watched in the mirror as her tits swung back and forth in time with my thrusts. I tugged on her hair and she arched her back; her breasts heaved to and fro; my cock slid easily in and out; and the water poured over us. Soon we both were coming for the third -- fourth -- fifth time of the day.

Totally spent, we leaned against each other and the shower walls, gasping for breath.

That night, after a brief snack in the kitchen, we crawled into her bed, exhausted. Patty snuggled up to my back in spoon fashion, and we drifted off to sleep.

The soft morning light slowly woke me up. I opened my eyes to see Patty looking at me with a warm smile on her face. I gave her a gentle kiss and wrapped her in my arms for a hug.

She rested her head on my chest, waited for a few moments, then said softly, "I could get used to this, Paul. Really used to this." She ran her hands around on my chest in a soothing, caressing way.

"So could I," I answered. "I hope this is hello and not goodbye. Is that crazy to suggest?"

"No, it's not crazy. I don't want another goodbye. We did that before. We're at the point in our lives where we don't have to say goodbye this time," Patty said, looking up at me.

I kissed her as my answer.

A Revised Ending.... And A New Beginning

I kissed Paul back and held his handsome face in my hands, looking him in his blue eyes.

"I thought I would make us breakfast and that special blend of coffee you used to love -- but we could not afford in college -- but.... before that I want to revisit the construction site and see that jackhammer at work one more time. You in?"

Paul laughed and kissed me again. That meant the crew would soon be at work.

We were already naked in bed so we positioned ourselves to prime the pump. Paul was on his back and I leaned over him with my ass right above his head, sucking his morning wood and readying the hammer. He in turn used both hands to lower my cunt into his face and started working his tongue feverishly. I was sopping wet in a matter of minutes.

After we enjoyed a hard fucking session with another noisy and mutual climax, I scurried to the kitchen while Paul tried to recover and start packing. His flight would depart at noon.

We enjoyed a meal of pancakes, eggs and turkey bacon with that Kona brew we splurged on as a college couple. I wanted to send Paul back to Houston will a full heart and belly. After all, the way to a man's heart...

Watching his rental car back out of my driveway was one of the hardest things to watch. Would we both go back to our careers and forget each other for another 20 years? I was enlightened when my phone dinged and there was a text 40 minutes later that said:

"Boarding, dear Patty. Thank you for the amazing reunion. I am so glad I reached out -- and you said yes!"

My heart skipped a beat and I texted back: "Safe flight, lover. You made my weekend!"

Work on Tuesday after a holiday was a nightmare. No one wanted to be there after a three-day national holiday and getting back in the groove was miserable. All of the clients and company projects we pushed off for the Fourth of July were now back on our radar with tight deadlines.

I missed lunch that day and worked late, but I did stop a few times and reflect on the weekend -- Angela's fun and revealing birthday party, Paul's sexy body, "the hammer," and the immense chemistry the two of us still enjoyed after all of those years. It was like we never missed a beat.

With the transition from such an active weekend to what was no looking like a complicated situation with Paul, I did not sleep well that night. I decided to work from home on Wednesday and stay in my pajamas. Honestly, I was a complete mess.

I needed to talk through some of what happened and called on my posse of girls -- Rosie, Frances, Angela, Ellen and Mary Anne. They brought salads to my home and I made iced tea. Together we dissected the events, Paul, and my feelings. The ladies were won over with Paul as much as I was. It was so good to have great friends to confide in and hear their honest perspectives. It frankly made me miss Paul all that much more, though, especially when they left, leaving me in my empty house again. But, I finally found the energy to get showered, dressed and pulled together.

I walked into my home office and opened my laptop. Suddenly I heard a car pull into my driveway. One of the girls must have forgotten a purse or a cell phone. I went to the door expecting to see forgetful Angela, and there he was in the flesh -- PAUL. What a sight for sore eyes!

Giving him a warm hug and kiss, I invited him in.

It turns out he -- like me -- could not imagine a life without each other. He spent every waking minute once he got back to Texas exploring transferring to his company's Orlando office (they had opened it a year ago and found Florida and the south to be a lucrative market). He spoke with his boss and managed to sell him on the idea. It would actually be a promotion for Paul and bring him more money and responsibilities. I could see how excited he was for everything to be working out so that we could be together.

"When?" I asked eagerly, hoping it would be soon.

"As quickly as we can make it happen," he said. "I flew down to tell you the good news in person and to meet the Orlando staff. I have a meeting tomorrow with a real estate agent as well."

I reached over, embraced Paul, and did not want to ever let go. I was not going to let him get away again....

If you enjoyed this story, please read the original: "Ex-Boyfriends Come In Hand-y"