The Ex

The Ex.

This all happened when I was thirty seven, I'm Dave by the way. I had been single for just about five years after being married to Diane, Di, for just over four years.

We had separated then divorced.

It wasn't a very happy time of my life. It had just gone from being wonderful to ... hell for me. I didn't and don't know what went wrong, as far as I know I did nothing wrong. Di wouldn't or couldn't tell me what it was that changed her mind about us.

Whatever it was we ended up divorced.

I got over the split by moving away, it was only a hundred miles or so but it let me have a clean start, no skeletons or people making me feel uncomfortable which I had at times where we had lived.

The move lead to having to make new friends, work colleagues and my way around the area.

Tim developed into being my best friend, we worked together and clicked for some reason, there doesn't seem any reason why people become friends, let alone best friends, but we have ended up doing lots of stupid, fun things as friends. His wife Helen was like Tim a fun person to be around, bit of a flirt, bit of a tease. She was a typical woman who knew she was good looking and played on the fact, Tim would laugh and not get jealous as he knew she would never do more than flirt and tease someone else, he felt safe watching her play some men.

I couldn't get my head around it at the start, but have come to live with it.

Helen being such a friendly person, caring and wanting to help everyone, especially those she thought were the underdogs brought single or separated women to events that I was with and tried to set me up with them.

I'm no angel, well not when I was single, so a couple of those women did go home with me, to warm my bed. But none clicked, not more than having a good bout of sex. I had to tell Helen to stop it, it was getting embarrassing having to turn these women down, I knew from experience that it's not that good to your confidence to be turned down and I didn't want to inflict that on anyone.

One day at work Tim pulled me aside to tell me about a party we were going to on the Saturday night. He looked at anything and everything except me as he told me that Helen was going to set me up there. She had a new friend who she worked with, they had got talking and this new woman was just what I needed and I was just what she needed, Tim, embarrassed, said that's what Helen thought.

He hastened add that he wanted nothing to do it and had told her that. All he got was a snort and told or asked "What did he know about people that were short of having sex,". I think she had a point as by his own accounts never went short of sex with her, but I digress.

Tim did eventually laugh at me and my mad look that I had developed.

"Look at it this way, from what Helen says she's not bad looking and you are guaranteed some hot sex. Helen has run on about what a great bloke you are and she's sure you'll get on great," I couldn't blame Tim, he was only passing on a tip, he could have just let me walk into this blind. At least I knew what was coming and promised to be surprised when it happened.

We had been at the party for half an hour, all of a sudden Helen gasped.

"Oh look there's my new work friend," She called her over.

As she walked towards us Helen was going on about how good she looked, and I wasn't going to say anything different, she did look great, streaked shoulder length hair dark black and with white or silver streaks, she wasn't dressed to flaunt her body but the dress she had on showed off that she was all woman.

"Well you can only be Dave, I'm Lynda, Helen has told me all about you, I'm hoping we will get to know each other well, shall we get a drink?"

I was more than a bit taken aback as she took my arm and pulled me to where the drinks were, in the kitchen.

Pete shared a raised eyebrow with me when I looked at him, Helen and Pete followed, both looking smug I saw in the mirror on the way to the kitchen.

We danced, and I got one with Helen where I tried to tell her off, but all I got was her laughing in my ear. Lynda and I danced, drank a little and talked very little, a lot of that was because the music was so loud, or Helen was to close so we didn't feel like we could talk as we wanted to.

Time to leave came and low and behold Helen had a taxi booked.

Tim was in the front passenger seat, I was in the middle of the back seat with Helen and Lynda on the each side of me. Helen of course was pushing, with not a lot of discretion, me towards Lynda. She was smiling, but made no show otherwise of being aware of what was going on.

We got to Lynda's place and she got out, I wasn't going to as I wasn't sure what would happen if I did. Call me a coward, a chicken if you wish, but well it didn't feel right.

But Helen made me, pushed me out of the same door Lynda had left from.

"Be a gentleman Dave, walk her to the door," I knew when I was beaten, so I walked her to the door. Just as I was turning to go back to the taxi it drove away to a call from Helen.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't," Lynda and I stood looking at each other as the taxi disappeared around a corner.

"Looks as if you have to come in Dave, unless you want to wait for another taxi out here," She opened the front door and went inside leaving me to make my mind up, go and shut the door or shut the door after I went in.

I went in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Lynda, or as I had know her Diane, Di. "And what's this about calling yourself Lynda?" She looked at me for a split second before answering. Which showed she did have to think about any lies she was thinking about telling.

"If you have forgotten, which you were always good at, it's my middle name, I chose to use that to make the break when I moved here, it's work, they offered me a premonition, ... I honestly didn't know you had moved here. ... Sorry," There was a long period that we just stood there staring at each other, then all of a sudden she offered me coffee.

"You want coffee, still without sugar?" I think the held in breath had slowly dissipated and so I nodded that I did.

We drank the coffee standing in her kitchen, there were two chairs but it didn't seem right to be sitting together. I think each of us was scared to start any conversation, the last one had ended up a bit more than heated, things said that shouldn't have been, on both sides.

I regretted what I had said and took a breath and told her so, made my apologies for being so pig headed.

Di, She'll always be Di to me, it wouldn't matter what she wanted to be called, she was eternally Di in my mind it seemed.

Di said much the same and we relaxed still sipping what was left of the coffee, cold or not it gave us something to do during the silences that occurred. Pregnant pauses?

"Look I've got to get out of this dress, I don't want it creased I won't be a minute," She walked off to what I assumed was her bedroom, with me saying that it looked good on her. She turned and smiled at me when I said that.

Di came out wearing a dressing gown, it was silky and mid thigh, tied together with a sash that had a knot in the front.

"Do you want to sit, talk about it?" She asked as she went to the sofa that was in the lounge end of the room, it was a large place, designed like a hotel room, it had a bedroom, bathroom and a very large area that was everything else, kitchen, lounge and I could see a small desk in the corner, office area?

We went and sat on the sofa, I couldn't help but look at the leg that showed when she was sat, the gown had parted leaving little to my imagination, and I still could picture every detail of her, even now after this time.

I remembered the little scar that she had on her knee, the appendix scar, the goosebumps that would appear when she was aroused. I mentally slapped myself. I shouldn't be thinking like that, not here not with her.

"Don't be hard on Helen, she means good, she's worried about you you know, she's half in love with you. If Tim ever cheated she'd be after you and I don't think you would be able to say no," She laughed at my face, she couldn't be serious, could she?

"Look, we both know why Helen brought us together don't we. She tells me that you are more or less a hermit, unique even. I bet she told you I was begging for it, go on tell me she didn't promise you a night of pure unadulterated sex, go on tell me she didn't,"

That brought a smile to my face, mainly because it was true, but also because of my mind playing back some of the nights we had before splitting.

"Well she told me the same thing. ... You know what, I did tell her that, but I wasn't going to do that, not on a first night, I never did that with anybody, not even you did I,"

"No it was the third date that you took me to your bed,"

"No it wasn't, it was the fourth. And you didn't need dragging there did you?"

We argued back and forth about which date it was we had sex, I said third she said forth, we disagreed on was the night we met a date, we had gone separately to a dance with another, just met after me having a row with my date and later finding out she dumped her boyfriend that night. So I said third, she said forth.

I was stunned when Di made her next request.

"Look Dave, you're horny, I'm horny. We have been together before. If there's one thing we as a couple were good at, if not great at ... it was the sex we had.

You can't take your eyes off of my legs, never could, could you. How about we just pretend that we met a couple of weeks ago and go to bed and fuck?" While she had been saying all that she had pulled the bow on the belt to let it fall open. "I'm here If you want me," She crossed her legs which helped the robe slide off of her thighs.

Did I love her? Not as much as I did before.

Was I horny? Oh yes, especially seeing her legs like this.

What was I going to do?

Di leaned over to me and kissed me, the next thing I knew was her hand was feeling the outline of my cock through my trousers.

Di stood up and held out her hand to me. She led me to the bedroom where it was dimly lit and smelled like a brothel, (not that I know what one smells like you understand).

It's as the old saying goes, it's like riding a bike, you don't forget how to do it.

I remembered what she liked, what turned her on, not that I had to do much, if any of that. Helen had been right, this woman wanted sex in a big way, and I was the man to give her the time of her life. (Well I was hoping that I was.)

She helped me shed my clothes, her gown was still on her but fully open to my gaze and hands when they were free enough of my cloths to take advantage of her.

I wasn't going for a long tease, when my hand found her hot spot it was already slick and needed no encouragement. Her nipples, when I got my mouth on them, were hard as I could remember them being, I certainly was. I couldn't tell you if I backed her to the bed or if she pulled me, but the end result was the same, Di was on her back on the bed legs up in the air waiting to wrap around my body as soon as I was inserted. That took all of two seconds, she was wet and ready, I was solid and in desperate need to feel her wrapped around me, inside her and out.

It was hard, it was at times brutal, but from her mouth only came encouragement. Harder, faster, deeper, get it all in. It seemed to be a mantra, Harder, faster, deeper, get it all in. Harder, faster, deeper, get it all in. Harder, faster, deeper, get it all in.

I couldn't go any harder, faster, or deeper, it was all in as deep as was possible.

It wasn't a concussion decision, it happened, I froze, she cried out as she must have felt my shaft swelling and then pumping my whole soul into her. I fell on top of her still locked together.

Puffing and panting we both began to laugh, I'll never be able to tell you how I stayed semi hard and inside her, but I did.

That laugh, that look that she gave me, and probably me back at her was enough to let us kiss, which developed into our hands feeling their way around each other's familiar bodies, parts that we could reach that is. That led to more kissing which made me hard again and this time our mating was slow and gentle. We took a lot longer to peak this time. We changed position, Di rode me cowgirl, we laid on our side just joined and hands touching places that we knew the other enjoyed.

We came together, not that it was of my doing this time, we were in doggie, I could reach her tits, play with the nipples as I stroked in and out of her from the rear, what brought her to her peak and so mine was her playing with her clit as I worked her from behind. Her hand would touch, or hit my shaft and balls. I could feel her tightening on me as she started to peak, felt her hand rapidly playing with her clit, as she peaked she grasped my balls and gently squeezed and let go, squeezed and let go as I shot my wads into her, again as deep as was possible.

It brought back memories of us together, the good times. At that moment I felt the love, the warmth that we had shared back then. I pulled out of her depths and helped her roll over onto her side, not that she needed a lot of help.

I spooned her from behind. I wasn't trying to hold her tits, the moment of love had passed I thought, but I felt her crying, her shoulders going up and down and felt as if I had really done something wrong.

But Di turned, still tears on her cheeks and pulled into me. It was her that kissed me, and I'm talking kissing with tongues here.

It was her hands that held me close, or her close to me. It was her that asked that question.

"Why did we split up, we're so good together,"

There wasn't an answer that I could give her, not one that she would want to hear now. So I held her and let her have a last sob or two. We sort of went to sleep, lay together in that land of nod but awake at the same time. Again it was her that turned back so she was spooned into me. It was her that pulled my hand to a breast. But it was me that had to lift her leg to get my now hard cock comfortable. With her like this, she giggled, half asleep and tapped a finger on my little head that was between her legs again and muttered that it felt that it was home again.

It was the last thing I remembered until I woke to a finger stroking my nose. Then she flicked it, and that hurt.

"I think it's time you left Dave,"

I wasn't fully awake, but I knew that she would go off on one if I didn't move. I asked if I could use the shower, but she said that the taxi was due any minute and I didn't have time.

As I was putting my shoes on a horn sounded outside, my taxi, lazy driver too idle to get out of the car.

I went to kiss her as I went out but she backed away saying that last night was a mistake.

There was I quite happy about how it had gone, I was sure that Di had been happy while we went at it, at everything we did together. But after she had made us split without any good reason I was starting to get used to it, her flipping around how she felt.

She obviously didn't have any of my feelings involved in her thoughts. I went home, I would say with my tail between my legs, but it was still half hard just thinking about what we did last night.

I ignored the calls from Helen, Tim caller ID came up but I made a guess that it was Helen using his phone so ignored that as well, I knew that I was going to have to face Tim at work in the morning.

Tim's "I'm guessing that it didn't go well, with Lynda," Said it all. I just told him I didn't want to talk about it, could we leave it at that.

Tim left it with a final note.

"You do know that Helen won't let it lie, she'll dig and dig until she finds out what happened and why you won't talk about it." It made me laugh when he left it with well you must have been mad if you did fuck the hell out of her, or is that the problem, you're mad.

Tim was right in that Helen didn't give up, for nearly two weeks, she bombarded me with phone calls, texts and voicemails, she even resorted to emails at the end. Then all of a sudden it stopped. Not a call, not even a message via Tim, who had kept to his word and only passed notes from Helen to me saying 'sorry mate'.

I thought it was all over, but no, of course it wasn't.

I had told Tim that I wouldn't be going around their place until it had been sorted, and he nodded his acceptance.

Helen didn't accept that decision on my part, no, at the end of a month of only seeing Tim at work Helen was waiting for me when I got home one night. There isn't a lot of Helen, well there is in two obvious points on her front, but you wouldn't think she was that powerful, but she forced her way in with me, wouldn't take a no from me. It was easier to let her than have to move because I had been seen having a huge argument with her was my thinking.

"Come on Dave, what the hell happened, it was all going so well when we left you, I did get it out of Lynda that you at least had sex, and she reluctantly said it was good. But I don't believe her, by her face it was better than good, I know when a woman had those feelings for a man, and how she looks after having her world turned upside down! So what happened! I'm not leaving here until you tell me. WHAT WENT ON BETWEEN YOU TWO,"

The last bit she more or less screamed in my face to make the point.

I put the kettle on for a drink while I thought.

I decided that the truth the only way to get her off my back. I knew that her heart was in the right place, and didn't mean to cause me, or Di, any pain, but she was one of those people who just had to do something that they thought was for, in this case my good.

It started off on a wrong foot, when I said that my heart missed a beat when saw Di that night. Of course she didn't know her as Di did she. Helen got all defensive when I said that. "Who the hell is this Di woman, and why are you talking about her. We're talking about you and Lynda,"

She sat back in bewilderment when I told her that Lynda was in fact Di, Diane, my ex wife.

I think her exact words were and I quote. "OH FUCK," There was a long pause as she got her head together before saying anything.

Anything could have started me off on a rant I can tell you.

After that night and the following morning my head still wasn't sitting straight on my shoulders, it flipped from one thought to another like a ball in a roulette's wheel, it bounces around like nobody's business. That was how my brain was acting.

Helen left shortly after that revelation. She didn't stop from saying sorry that she had screwed up but left telling me, 'she was going to sort it out'. I didn't think so.

Tim and I had started to go out for a drink again, Helen didn't come with him I'm glad to say. We talked about a lot of things but Di wasn't one of them I noted, and nor was Helen talked about much.

Then one Friday night Helen appeared while Tim and I were having a drink in the pub, she came to the table with fresh drinks for Tim and I with her own large glass of wine.

"Hi Dave, how's it going?" Didn't give me time to tell her that it was slowly getting back to how it had been before ....

"I think I've sorted it out for you, with Lyn ... Di," she took a large mouthful of her wine, not very lady like or like her. I looked at her not convinced and she knew it.

"Look Dave this mess, or whatever you want to call it," She had seen me sit straighter and going to say something. "Look, this is quite simple if you will give it a go. You love ... Di, she loves you, but before you say anything admit that that's true, forget the living together thing, go on admit your still mad on her if only for her body. Right?"

I had been ready to deny all of it, but she had a point, I did love Di, but there is this sticking point, about talking about our problems, the sex had been wonderful, it was the other stuff, for both of us I was convinced, but there's that BUT. I nodded to her to carry on.

"You might not believe it, but Lyn.. Di, I will get that right soon, Di is the same mind, it's not just you, it's both of you. There's lots of things that you get on together with well. Apart from the sex side of things. But she can't live with you, not full time. It'll all blow up again if you do, she held it in because she saw that it wasn't just you that upset the balance of living together thing, but she didn't see a way to make it better or tell you,"

I along with Tim had been focused on Helen and jumped when Di sat on a chair beside Helen.

"Helen wants to give my idea a go if you're willing," I didn't know if I was willing because she hadn't told me what it was.

Helen and Di sat there looking at me waiting for my answer it appeared. Tim in his wisdom asked Helen what it was, this idea of hers. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't said exactly what it was, and Di gave her a glare that could kill a weaker person.

"Oh yes, my idea is simple. You only live together at weekends, you can have sex as much as you want during the week but one of you goes home Monday too Thursday nights, that leaves you three nights to sleep together, if that's what you want to do and two days to be together, go places and do things, apart from having sex, well unless you want to that is," Tim laughed at her stumbling to say it.

"That's the first time I've seen you not able to say what you want clearly, and definitely not when it comes to sex," Helen blushed and hit his arm in a punch that he made look as if she had a boxers punch.

Di made it all seem so normal when she said we could go home now, and see where it went.

Tim said, as Helen tried to stop him saying it would, without doubt lead to us having sex all night. He said it that loud that people close by turned to look at our table.

I took Di's hand and we stood up, there was lots to talk about, but Tim made his last comment of the night to us, Di and I, that we should get all the sex out of the way before we had any talk.

He was right in both accounts. We did have sex as soon as we got to my place, and there was little talking before we had both finished, twice.

Was it going to work? The sex side of things were always going to work for us, but this living together, part time or not, would it work, could it work? Only one way to find out.

We gave it a try, that first weekend was like a honeymoon, we couldn't stop having sex together. I say together, but at one point Di had it on her own with one of her toys. She only did that because I couldn't get it up again as soon as she wanted, but watching her with that toy soon had me back to poking her eyes out, if she had let me get that close. No she made me watch her play with herself until she was sated. Only them was I allowed to first go down on her to soothe her abused pussy before getting to make her groan and moan her way through another climax. I did come but it was a poor amount of cum that I injected into her, I was both embarrassed and proud, embarrassed because of how little it was, but proud because there was something.

It's been eight months living like this, we don't have sex every time we meet up during the week, but it's not uncommon. The weekends are another matter, we're still going like kids on honeymoon most times.

Will we last? Who the hell knows. Time will be the best indicator.