A Post-Divorce Reconciliation

I was sitting in my favorite bar, eating a burger for dinner with a couple of beers and a baseball game. It had been my favorite bar for years because it was only a two block walk to my house. Plus, I had grown to know the bar staff well. I might have to change bars when a woman asked if she could sit in the empty stool next to mine. It was early and there were plenty of empty stools at the bar, why did my ex-wife have to sit in that one.

"Buy me a drink Jack?"

I got the bartenders attention and he came over. He was one of the few bartenders who knew Jesse was my ex-wife. Jesse was my ex-wife mostly because we argued constantly, our friends called us the Bickersons. No matter what I said, she would say the opposite. Of course, she claimed the same thing about me. I sometimes thought arguing was the basis of our relationship and my friends thought I was crazy when I asked Jesse to marry me.

Three years in and we probably spent more time not talking to each other than arguing, plus there were several doors in or house that weren't surviving the slams. Jesse suggested counseling, I couldn't argue that point although I didn't have much hope for success. But things did calm down. During one of the counseling sessions, Jesse blamed her short fuse because I was putting off children. My parents argued constantly, mostly because my mother caught him cheating once or almost cheating my father claimed. Either way, his wedding ring disappeared for months until the dry cleaner found it in his winter coat pocket.

During one of the sessions, I brought up my childhood, stating I didn't want to bring children into a war zone. "Don't cheat on me Jack and you'll have nothing to worry about," she said. The counselor took her side, stating having a child completely changes your priorities. I folded again.

Jesse was positively giddy as we tried to conceive. Our sex life was always good but during that time it was off the charts. When things didn't happen during the first few months, she cut me off only allowing sex during her fertile period. Jesse would watch me while I was in the shower making sure I wasn't jerking off on the "no sex" days that she had mapped out on a calendar.

We went for medical exams after almost a year of failing to conceive and found out I was shooting blanks. Jesse fell into a deep depression and was back at the counselor's office. I wasn't invited.

With no child in the future, the arguments went to a whole new level. Part of the problem was neither one of us were willing to walk away, most of the arguments were over stupid shit like where were we going to eat dinner. I was always surprised the neighbor's never called the cops, never did our fights become physical.

Five years in and I was sleeping on the couch again, emotionally drained after arguing about what color to paint the living room when I realized I just couldn't continue to live my life that way. Before I left for work the next morning, I told Jesse I wanted a divorce. She was fighting back tears when she shouted, "So do I."

Jesse and all her stuff were gone when I got home, she left a note saying she would be staying with her parents for the time being. I tossed the roses I bought onto the counter and they must have sat there for months. But I went through with the divorce which was almost painless. I was able to refinance the house and buy out Jesse's share. Six years after we said I do and year after she moved out, we were officially divorced.

It was less than three months since the official divorce when Jesse sat on that bar stool. It had probably been a year since we last spoke.

"So, how are you doing Jack," she asked.

"Fine Jesse and you?"

"I'm doing okay Jack, working a lot."

I stopped to look at her, She was wearing my favorite dress, she had sexier and more expensive dresses but I always thought she looked absolutely stunning in this one. She was wearing her hair just the way I liked it and just enough makeup to show how beautiful she was. Although there were a lot more lines on her face.

There was a little voice in my head telling me I was walking into a trap.

Then I noticed the wedding and engagement rings on her finger.

"Jesse, when did you get remarried?"

"I never got remarried Jack, I've been wearing these rings for over six years. It keeps the wolves away at work and other places, maybe that's just an excuse."

"Did you ever get those roses off the counter, they were still there probably six months after I moved out. I wasn't spying on you but I couldn't find my winter coat, never did."

"I think it's at the dry cleaners Jesse." She slapped her head and started laughing.

"I have to apologize for cursing you thinking you had tossed it."

My mind went ballistic that Jesse would think I was that petty but I was able to keep my mouth shut but Jesse saw it on my face.

Thinking quick, I said, "How are your parents Jesse, are you still living with them."

"They are doing well, thank you for asking. And yes I still live with them. Financially I didn't see a good reason to move out and I've seen too many women who go nuts after getting a divorce, partying and running around with a new guy every night. My parents have been my anchor. My father misses his baseball buddy."

Jesse's father and I were big fans of our local baseball team, we hit two or three games a year plus a bunch on TV. My parents moved south a year after Jesse and I got married so her father filled that hole in my life. That may have been one of the most painful parts of our divorce.

Jesse's drink turned into a second and a third when the casual touches began, a hand on my arm or a hand on my chest as she excused herself to go to the lady's room. It brought back memories of our first real date, she was in my calc class and had chatted a few times before I got the nerve to ask her out. We went to a movie, then out for a drink afterwards and then the touching began. I remember how special it made me feel and eight or so years later her touch made me feel special again. In my mind she was always a goddess.

Jesse waived off a fifth drink and switched to soda, she said that's three more than she's had in the last year. By that time the bar was filling up with their normal Friday night crowd and my team was getting their ass kicked again.

"Time for me to leave Jesse, it was good seeing you again."

"It was good seeing you again Jack, I'll walk out with you."

The bartender gave me a nod as we left, I must have bitched to him about Jesse a hundred times.

Jesse stumbled as we left the bar, "Are you okay to drive home Jesse."

"I think so, that was just these fucking shoes."

"Thinking so means you're not, come to our house and call a ride share."

It was not lost on either of us that I referred to it as our house. The temperature had dropped while we were inside and Jesse latched onto my arm as we walked and I had that feeling again. Damn this woman.

Once inside, I offered her a glass of wine which she gladly accepted. We continued to chat while standing in the kitchen and Jesse never moved to call a ride share. She started looking at the stain the dead roses left on the countertop.

"Jack, did you buy me roses to apologize for telling me you wanted a divorce?"

"Yes Jesse."

"You never followed through?"

"You had left, and if I remember correctly you also said you wanted a divorce."

"I know, you probably didn't realize how much you hurt me when you said you wanted a divorce."

"Yes I did Jesse, hence the roses. But it was a bullet I couldn't put back in the gun."

Jesse had tears in her eyes, "We both fired many bullets we couldn't take back Jack."

I pulled her in for a hug, her hand was on my chest again, and then her arms were around me. She was looking up at me, I think I saw hope in her eyes as I reached down to kiss her. We continued to kiss while standing in the kitchen, without thinking my hand slipped down to her ass. When she didn't remove it, I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom.

The first round was frantic, I couldn't get our clothes off fast enough and she couldn't get me inside her fast enough. Jesse was coming before I was all the way in and I didn't last long. We each laid there on our backs staring at the ceiling and Jesse grabbed by shirt and held it to her pussy.

"Jesus Jack, how long have you been saving that?"

"When was the last time we had sex Jesse?"

"I never wanted to ask that question Jack, but are you telling me you haven't been with anyone since we separated?"

"Yes Jesse, should I ask the same question?"

"You'll get the same answer Jack."

"Do you have a round two in you Jack? But let me clean myself up a bit first. There's no room in the inn right now for you."

Jesse climbed back in bed and put her mouth on my cock, my cum was still leaking out of her pussy so I decided not to reciprocate. As soon as Jesse thought I was hard enough, she climbed on and was coming again before I was all the way in.

"I always thought your cock was made for my pussy, the perfect size to instantly get my rocks off. I missed this so much."

Jesse slowed down, leaned in and started kissing me as she gently rocked back and forth. My hands went to her tits, she moaned softly as I pinched her nipples.

"I'm coming again Jack, there's always this special feeling when your hands are on me and when you're inside me. Come for me Jack."

I flipped us over and started fucking her hard, she was screeching behind gritted teeth. Her whole body began shaking and I let myself come.

After rolling off Jesse, I hit the bathroom. When I came back, Jesse was in the same position I left her but sound asleep. I laid down next to her and quickly fell asleep. In the morning, I found myself spooning her, the way we slept through most of our relationship when I wasn't on the couch.

I put on coffee and jumped in the shower. Jesse was lying awake when I came out. I fetched her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you Jack, would you be willing to fetch my car and the overnight bag in the trunk?"

I loved the look on her face since it was now obvious that she had a plan when she showed up at the bar. But I did as she asked and when I got back she pulled out bottles of shampoo, conditioner and her hair dryer.

She joined me in the kitchen when she was done and I invited her out to breakfast.

After placing our orders, I said, "Do you always travel with an overnight bag Jesse, or did you have a plan when you came to the bar last night?"

"I had a hope Jack, I wouldn't call it a plan. You could have easily told me to fuck off when I sat down next to you. I wasn't even sure you would be there."

"What, you would have sat at the bar hoping I would come in?"

"No, I would have sat in my car waiting to see if you would come like I did many times before."

"Jesse, have you been stalking me?"

"I wouldn't call it stalking. My father has the baseball schedule on the fridge so I knew when there would be a game on Friday evening. Then it was just a roll of the dice to see if you would show up. The bigger problem was getting the nerve to actually go in. I'm not sure I could have handled if you outright rejected me but the roses gave me some confidence that you wouldn't."

We quietly ate our breakfast. I didn't know what came next, I didn't know what Jesse was thinking. Why not ask?

"So, after last night Jesse, what is your hope now?"

"I don't know Jack or maybe I didn't want to jynx myself by thinking too far ahead. It's also human nature to forget the bad and only remember the good times. But I have to head home soon, my father's family is coming for a visit."

We quietly finished up breakfast and I walked Jesse to her car.

"Tell you parents I said hello please."

Jesse offered me a ride which I declined. It was going to be a beautiful day and I needed to walk.

There was a text waiting for me when I got home, "There's another game this Friday, can I join you at the bar again?"

I told her sure. I was surprised to see her hair care products and other stuff in the bathroom, it looked like she never left.

I sent her a text, "You forgot your hair care stuff, do you want me to run it over."

"I didn't forget it Jack, you can leave it there unless it's in your way."

I spent a crazy amount of time thinking about Jesse during the week. Obviously I was still in love with her but I didn't have the mental strength to brave that war zone again.

Jesse surprised me with her knowledge of baseball that next Friday. Two of our players collided trying to make a catch and Jesse was calling them little leaguers who didn't know how to call for a ball. I was staring at her and she noticed.

"What," she said, "Every kid knows he has to call the ball before he gets to high school. That could cost us the game."

"Since when did you learn so much about baseball?"

"I wasn't the only one who missed you Jack, my father missed his baseball buddy. I'm not trying to lay on a guilt trip. I tried watching some games with him but asked too many stupid questions which made the whole thing worse. So, I started watching baseball videos for dummies and wives. I even took dad to a game for his birthday. But you got to admit those guys are getting paid way too much to make such a dumb mistake."

The sex that night was even better than the week before, I went down on Jesse's freshly shaved pussy and I thought she was going to pull my head off the way she clamped her thighs on me. We had a nice slow making love session, laying on our sides. I couldn't stop telling her how beautiful she was. We showered together in the morning, she sucked me off in the shower and we used the shower wand to make sure her pussy was clean and she gave herself another orgasm.

We went out to breakfast again. I think we were both lost in thought through most of the meal. Jesse had no plans for the afternoon so we decided to hit a farmer's market so Jesse could pick up some stuff to make dinner.

After dinner we started watching TV but never made it upstairs before we started having sex. Every once in a while we both liked it rough. I pulled off Jesse's panties, pushed her onto her knees across the coffee table and started fucking her hard. I gave her ass a few sharp slaps and she was coming hard, I didn't slow up. She was speaking gibberish when I grabbed her hair and pulled her upright. I gave her tits a slap and she squirted on me. It wasn't the first time she squirted but it was rare. My thumbs were fucking her ass when she squirted again. When it was time for me to come, I pushed my cock into her mouth, jerked a few times and painted her face.

Jesse laid there spent, I grabbed a hand towel and started cleaning her face. She got up to use the bathroom and I could see my handprints on her ass. Jesse grimaced when she came back and sat down next to me, she was crying.

"I'm so sorry Jesse, did I hurt you?"

"No Jack, well not in a bad way, but did I do something to make you angry. When we were together and you fucked me like that I always thought you were venting your anger on me. I thought I deserved it and my orgasms were always way over the top. We'll have to do something with the carpet under the coffee table."

"I'm not angry with you Jesse, I was just thinking back to some of the stuff we used to do, some of the stuff I thought you liked. I am sorry if I got carried away."

"Don't be sorry Jack, I did like it, tell me you couldn't tell although my pussy will be out of commission until next weekend."

That type of stuff repeated itself over the next few weeks, we would meet up on Friday evening, spend the weekend together and Jesse would head back to her parents on Sunday evening. More and more of her clothes were appearing back in what had been her side of the closet.

One of those weekends we were out for breakfast when Jesse asked me if I would join her father for a game and her mother would make dinner. We spent many a Sunday like that before we separated. Bringing her father back into our lives caused me to pause.

"Jesse, we have been getting along great but we also got along great before we got married. Before we make your father lose his baseball buddy again, how do we avoid the war zone we created when we were married."

"I'm glad you asked that question Jack. Although I have to disagree with you on how great it was before we got married. How many of our friends called us the Bickersons, its human nature to forget the bad. I spent a lot of time with the counselor after we separated, crying my heart out, how could you leave me even though I was the one who left. You know how counselors are supposed to be so nice and nurturing as they try and guide you to a solution to your problems. One night he was anything but nice and nurturing."

"He said I was a classic example of "Only Child Syndrome," or "Princess Syndrome," essentially a spoiled brat. He actually called me a spoiled brat. My parents gave me anything I wanted and I always chose what we had for dinner, what movies we watched and anything else. And then I met a good looking man who was head over heels in love with me and wanted to give me anything I wanted. But any man or woman could only do that for so long before they feel they are losing themselves, and when you said no, I lost it and bit your head off. Even when what you wanted is what I wanted in the first place, I couldn't agree with you because that would be losing. I could not allow myself to lose. I gave the counselor the finger and stormed out of his office."

"But that night I realized he was right, I didn't agree with his methodology but it worked."

"I apologized the next time I saw him and he has been helping me. There's a lot of stuff on-line about it if you want to read up on it."

Jesse grabbed my hand, "I can't promise I'll be perfect, but I promise I'll try and with your help I think I could be the woman you thought you were marrying. And to show you how committed I am, I'll give you my ass or anything else you want."

"I've been asking for your ass for years Jesse."

"Right Jack, and maybe it will hurt, but it hurts when you smack my ass and that makes me come, it hurts when you abuse my tits and that makes me come. Will fucking my ass hurt, probably, will it make me come? Let's find out. It could be anything else, except sharing like threesomes or anything like that. You can tie me up, you can tie me up and fuck my ass. My body is yours."

"Ok," I said, "to reduce the pain when I fuck your ass, you should pick up some butt plugs. There's a little sex shop on the highway, "Love Stuff and More," I think it's called. Go in there and buy some plugs and some lube. And pick up one of those remote control vibrators."

"I'm not sure what to get?"

"I'm sure there's somebody who works there who can help you out."

"So, you want me to go into a sex shop, talk to the clerk on duty about butt plugs, lube and remote control vibrators and buy what he recommends? Stuff I could easily buy on-line."

"Buying it online would be too easy, besides, I bet your pussy will be dripping down your leg on your way home." I smiled.

"And Jesse, stay out of the video booths."

I did watch the game with her dad on Sunday and her mom made a fantastic dinner, they were both overly happy to see me.

On Wednesday, I got a call from Jesse, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, you better be naked, on your back with a hard cock."

"Did you go to the sex shop?"

"Yes, and my pussy is dripping down my legs and I'm ruining this dress. Skip the hard cock, get your tongue ready because I'm planting my pussy on your face so you can clean up this mess."

Jesse dropped her skirt somewhere before she entered the bedroom, slipped off her panties and threw them at me.

"Feel how wet they are."

She didn't really give me a chance before setting her pussy onto my mouth. I licked, she moaned and rocked back and forth. I never saw her that wet before. After coming a few times, she dropped her pussy onto my cock and started bouncing up and down, harder than I ever before.