Many people did not enjoy the ending to my last story, The Gift. They felt it was abrupt and left too many questions unanswered. It's been my experience that's the way life is sometimes. Thanks for reading.
As Paul Johnson sipped his morning coffee on his 56th birthday and looked out his kitchen window, he observed that the weather outside was much like his mood: dark and gloomy. The last year had not been especially kind to him. On his 55th birthday, he had a memorable fuck fest with his wife, Kate, who filed for divorce a week later. Now he was a lonely man in his 50's. He felt pathetic. He missed Kate, and all he seemed to do was to brood about what he could have done or should have done to save their marriage. It drove him crazy at times.
When Kate had filed for divorce, she sat Paul down and told him in a direct way. She seemed neither sad nor happy about it. Her emotions were at a zero, much like they had been in the last year of their marriage. Paul asked if there was anything he could do to change her mind, and she said there wasn't. He asked her if she would go to counseling, and she said there was no point. Her mind was made up. Paul asked her if there was someone else, and she denied it. Kate told Paul that she loved him still, but not enough to stay married. She wanted to live life on her own terms.
So, she moved out that very day to some unknown location and proceeded with the divorce, which was surprisingly simple and easy. Paul and Kate had no children. This had been a conscientious decision made primarily by Kate because she said that they needed to be free to travel and free to change jobs and cities if need be. Kids were a hindrance to that type of flexibility. Paul and Kate did not share bank accounts or investments. Again, Kate's idea. She wanted her independence. The only thing the couple shared was a nice house in a desirable city. They had each put up the same amount for the down payment, so when the house sold in only a few days, they split the profit, which was substantial. They had been lucky to buy when the market had been down, and now it had been soaring. After the house was sold, the divorce paperwork was signed a few weeks later, and Kate walked out of Paul's life. The last time he saw her was at the lawyer's office to sign the paperwork. She signed and left without so much as a goodbye.
"So that's what 15 years of marriage gets you?" Paul thought at the time.
After the divorce, Paul stayed at a Residence Inn for a few weeks while he decided his next move. He had grown tired of city life. Well, he basically had grown tired of the people with their obnoxious ways and attitudes. Added to that was the gridlocked traffic. Politics had become the new religion in the city, and Paul, an independent, wanted no part of it. Also, Paul, like a lot of men his age, had few friends. He had been a loner much of his life, and he also was not close to the few family members that were still alive. So, with the profit from the sale of his former house and money he had saved up for his retirement, he moved an hour outside the city and bought a small two bedroom cottage located in the mountains. The cottage was on five, mostly wooded acres. This had been Paul's dream to someday live in a place like that, separated from your nearest neighbor and living without the intrusion of city code enforcement or HOA commandos. Kate had not shared this dream with him, so he never thought it could happen.
Paul initially loved his new cottage, but then the reality of his situation set in. He was very much alone. The nearest town was halfway between the cottage and the city, and it was the kind of town where everything shuts down by eight o'clock. Thank god that he had the internet. That meant he could still work from home, and he had some form of entertainment.
So for a few months Paul lived an almost monastic lifestyle. He would eat, sleep, and work. That's about it. After a couple of months more, he decided he needed to break out of his rut. Paul knew that he did not really want to date anymore. Who finds love in their 50's after being a two time loser? Plus he did not want any of the drama or pain that went along with it all. But, he still wanted to fuck every now and again. After some research, he found the hook up sites and apps and went to work. He eventually had two fuck dates with women around his age. The sex had been unremarkable and forgettable. None of these women could replace his Kate. They had been a waste of the hits of Viagra Paul had taken before the dates. After the two encounters, he deleted his account and went back to his favorite hobby: brooding in his cottage.
So as Paul brooded on his birthday, the weather was rainy and dreary. He eventually did some work and then treated himself to lunch in the nearby town. Paul enjoyed the small tavern that was one of two restaurants in the area, the other being a waffle house. He sat at the bar and had a Reuben sandwich and a beer. The bartender, an older, bleach blond woman with saggy tits, pretty much ignored him. She preferred speaking with some of the other patrons while she chain smoked Marlboros behind the bar. Paul had learned that basically, if you weren't born in that town, no one wanted to know you. He didn't mind that the woman didn't speak to him, but he had really wanted another beer. After a while, he had to get back home to make a client call, so he estimated what his bill cost, threw the money on the bar, and left.
When Paul made it home, the rain had picked up. He made his client call, and contemplated driving the hour into the city to find some entertainment for his birthday, but after some thought, he said fuck it, had another beer, and stayed in for the night. "Happy fucking birthday," he thought.
Paul sat on his living room couch and started to watch a movie on Netflix. He must have fallen asleep, because he awoke with a start from a noise from his driveway. Paul stumbled off the couch and looked out the living room window in time to see a car leave his property. He was able to make out the figure of a person coming up the driveway to his house. Paul was slightly panicked. Who the hell was coming up to his house on a wet night like tonight? There was a knock at the door. Paul retrieved his pistol from the bedroom and slowly approached the door. Again, there was a knock. "Who is it?" Paul asked, but there was no reply. After a few moments, he quickly swung open the door with his pistol out, only to be surprised to see Kate, soaking wet, wearing a backpack.
"Kate, is that you?" Paul asked.
"Hey, Paul, is it too late to wish you a Happy Birthday?" Kate replied. Paul was somewhat in shock, so it took a minute before he invited Kate in from the rain.
Once she was inside the cottage, Paul took a long look at his ex-wife. She was wearing a soaked canvas jacket, and underneath that was a soaked Nirvana t-shirt. She wore faded blue jeans, and she had on a pair of old, black Chuck Taylor sneakers. Paul took her coat, and he saw that both of her nipples were erect. God, how he had missed looking at them. Her hair was longer than before, and it had a natural, almost wild look to it. Kate looked thin, but she had a nice tan. She still had that smile that had won Paul over years before. Overall, she was beautiful, even at 44 years of age. The instant Paul recognized her, he knew that she still had that incredible pull over him. He knew that he was nowhere near being over her.
After Paul recovered from the initial shock of Kate's presence in his house, He asked her, "Soooo, why are you here, and how the hell did you find me?"
Kate laughed and said,"a little internet sleuthing led me to your cottage. As far as why I'm here, that's a little bit more complicated." Kate went on to explain that after their divorce, she quit her job, took all her money, and began to travel. She hit Europe first and then South America. When she made it to the Baja Peninsula in Mexico, she met some people who were living a nomadic lifestyle out of a van. She liked it so much that she bought a van of her own and began to travel, primarily in the United States and Canada. Her travels took her to the city where she and Paul once lived. It was there that her van broke down. So at the moment, it was in a shop waiting to get repaired. Kate admitted that she had blown through most of her money, which was no shock to Paul. She had always been terrible at managing money, which had led to many fights during their marriage. She did not have a lot left, and she did not want to blow it on a hotel. She looked Paul up, came to his new house, and hoped for the best. Basically Kate needed a place to crash for a little bit.
When Kate finally got around to asking him if she could stay with him, Paul was speechless. She had a lot of nerve, but, when she looked at him with those dark brown eyes that had enchanted him for so many years, he couldn't say no. She could stay in his spare bedroom.
When Paul awoke the next morning, he smelled coffee and bacon. He went to the kitchen and saw Kate, who was busy making breakfast. She was wearing a white tank top and grey boy shorts that went up her ass. Paul couldn't help but stare at that ass; still firm, still juicy. His cock twitched. Kate sensed his presence, turned around and said, "Good morning. I made bacon and eggs." Paul smiled and noticed Kate's dark nipples under the white tank top. Of course the nipples were hard and poked at the thin fabric. Paul's cock twitched again. He sat down and ate. Kate sat with him, and they made small talk. Paul had to admit, it was somewhat awkward. Here he was with a woman he still loved but who had broken up with him and crushed his soul. Yet, part of him was thrilled to see her.
So for the next few days, they lived in the cottage together and had polite conversations but never getting into anything too deep. Kate's look and vibe had definitely changed. Before, she played the part of a computer professional: nice clothes, styled hair, etc. Now she had obviously embraced her inner hippie. She favored ripped jeans and t-shirts. Her hair was long but unstyled. Kate told Paul she had few possessions. Her whole life fit into her van.
After the first few days, Paul had a work trip, so he left Kate alone in his cottage. He came back home late one night; when he entered his house, he made sure to be extra quiet in case Kate was sleeping. When Paul got to his room, he heard a low moan come from the spare bedroom, and then another one. Paul immediately became incensed. Was Kate actually fucking someone in his house? Paul stormed over to the second bedroom and found the door slightly ajar. Before he could storm into the room and yell at Kate, he looked in a saw that Kate was alone. She had her laptop open on the bed, and it appeared that some porn was playing. Kate was naked on the bed; the only thing she was wearing were earpods.
As Kate laid there, she was stroking her pussy with her right hand while her left hand cupped her left tit and squeezed the nipple. Her pussy was hairier than Paul had ever seen it. The hair went from her asshole to just below belly. It was lush. Paul wished he could bury his face in that beautiful pussy, which was getting darker from Kate's obvious excitement. She was busy plunging her index and middle fingers deep into her hole. Then she would alternate between fingering herself and rubbing her clit. Paul knew he should leave, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. He reached into his pants and began stroking his cock. Kate abandoned fingering herself and concentrated solely on rubbing her clit. Faster and faster she rubbed. It looked almost violent.
When it seemed she couldn't go any faster, it happened: Kate arched her back and her hips began to spasm as Kate began to orgasm. A loud moan escaped from her lips as her pussy squirted all over the bed. Paul had never seen Kate squirt before, and he quickened his stroke on his cock and let out a moan of his own. Kate was startled to see Paul outside the door with his hand down his pants, and she let out a scream, which knocked Paul out of his masturbating trance. He looked ashamed and turned to leave when Kate said,"Wait. Come here!" Paul stopped and returned to the doorway. "What the fuck were you doing?" she asked.
Paul explained that he had gotten home, quietly entered the house to not wake her, and then had heard her moans. Thinking that she was fucking someone in his house, he came to investigate, and ended up jacking off as she played with herself.
After hearing Paul's explanation, Kate laughed and said, "Well come over here, you saw me and now I want to see you." Paul was confused at first until Kate said, "Get over here next to me. I want to see you jack off."
Paul wanted to say,"No. Who are you to tell me to do anything," but he stayed silent. He then walked over to the bed, sat down, pulled his cock out of his pants and did as he was told. Kate looked on like she had never seen Paul's dick before. She started touching her pussy and rubbing her nipple again. Paul's dick was hard, which surprised Paul because he hadn't taken any Viagra. There was a generous amount of precum on the tip, and he used it as lube. He kept stroking his dick faster and faster with his right hand as he cupped his balls with his left. Kate all of a sudden stopped playing with herself, moved closer to Paul and began unbuttoning his shirt. Paul was surprised by this development and wondered if she was taking off his shirt because she wanted to fuck. His surprise delayed Paul's orgasm, but then Kate reached into his shirt, stroked the hair on his chest, and began to fondle his left nipple.
