Dedicated to those who find love again
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My wife and I decided to sell our home in Colorado and buy a condo in Panama. We made plans for over a year and made a trip to find a condo right after we accepted an offer on our home.
Immediately after we took possession of the condo, my wife said she needed to make a quick trip back to Colorado to tie up some loose ends on her business. She thought she would be back in a week.
A month later, after hearing all kinds of excuses from her, I called my childhood friend, Rick. He retired as a police detective a few years ago. It took him two weeks to discover and document what was happening. By document, I mean with photos.
Lots of photos!
Her yoga instructor. Only it wasn't his yoga she was focused on. Unless 'yoga' was what he called his schlong!
My two favorite photos: they were seated in his car, and his tongue appeared to be exploring her throat, and in another they had driven to his house and as they ran from his car to the front door, she was clutching her clothes in front of her, her backside open for all to see. And photograph!
Clearly, she waited until I could not back out before escaping into this guy's arms.
I got the last laugh. I told her I was willing to give her 40% of our community property in an uncontested divorce. If she wanted to fight me for 50%, I would make sure our children saw the photos. There were 50 of them.
I know, that wasn't at all nice. Too damn bad!
She got $6 million, and I kept her secret. She was grateful.
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A year later, the dust had settled. The divorce was final.
She had the nerve to call me a few months back. Her yoga instructor was humping someone younger now. My ex wanted me to take her back. Not a chance. You know the old saying, 'screw him once, shame on you....'
I settled into a routine of going to the gym in our building every morning, usually at 7 am. I liked that time because there was no one else there.
One morning I went at 8:30. I would say I was up late, but the truth was I was hung over. I didn't do that often, but a friend came to town and the previous night was his last before flying back to the states. We tied one on. Properly.
So, I was at the gym at 8:30 instead of 7. When I entered the gym, there was a woman there, lifting weights in front of the mirror that ran the length of one wall. If I looked carefully, I could see her front and her back. I didn't want to stare, but two things were obvious:
She was a knockout. I mean seriously beautiful. In every way possible!
I had never seen her before.
I decided to use one of the weight machines and impress her with my strength. Unfortunately, the first time I pulled down on the grip, the weights got stuck at the top! I tried everything to get them loose, but I was worried they would drop suddenly and break something. Like me, by sending the grip flying!
I kept trying to shake it loose and was feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. Then there she was, looking closely at the weights.
I am such a hound at times! I was enjoying a close view of her ass, and not thinking too much about the weights.
She discovered what had happened and looked at me looking at her ass and said, "Lift." I lifted and she moved something, and I was able to let the weights down.
"Thanks. You speak English!"
"I would hope so! I am from San Antonio, although I moved here from Seattle."
"Denver! How long have you lived in this tower?"
"Only a few weeks. I rented the condo and moved in about four weeks ago. How about you?"
"A year. Do you come to the gym often?"
"Every day at 8 am."
"I've been coming at 7 every day. I think you just convinced me to sleep in an hour!"
"That's forward!"
"Sorry, I know how that sounded! What I was thinking was it would be nice to work out with someone I could talk to."
"And hit on?"
I knew I was turning red. I just wanted to get my foot out of my mouth!
"I really didn't mean it that way at all. Sorry."
"Too bad. Your better comeback would have been, 'Do you want me to hit on you?'"
"That's good! Do you want to be my wing girl?"
"You just don't get it, do you? Here, hand me your phone, unlocked."
She worked on something in silence for a few seconds, then handed it back to me. Just then her phone beeped.
"I entered my name and number and then texted my phone from yours, so I would have your number. Tell me what name to assign to it."
"Brad, the woefully inept guy."
She was laughing.
"That's ok. I was having fun keeping you off balance. I'm Courtney. You have my number. If you call and ask me out, I'll feel obligated to say yes, because of how I jerked you around today.
"I don't usually give guys my number. I'm really not this forward normally. You just strike me as someone interesting. Someone I want to get to know. By the way, even if you don't call, I do hope to see you at 8 from now on."
"Courtney. I like your name. Obviously, I need to avoid allowing you to keep me off balance. Like the man said, the best defense is a good offense."
I pulled her to me and kissed her. Hard. She hesitated a second and then melted into my arms--and into the kiss. Our tongues were properly introduced.
When the kiss ended, I just said," See you tomorrow, Courtney!" and walked out.
I did not call her that day. I needed to keep her off balance. I had gotten a good look at her as she shredded me, and I liked what I saw. Courtney is a beautiful woman. Probably about 35 years old. Blond. Nice, strong legs. Great ass. Sensuous lips. Great curves. The total babe!
I hoped I wasn't too forward with her, but I needed to take back the initiative and show her I could hold my own.
The next morning, I walked in at 8, about one minute before Courtney. She walked straight to me--and slapped me! Then she kissed me, long and wet and deep. Her tongue busy exploring mine!
We were both breathless.
"Thanks, Brad. I loved your kiss yesterday. This one, too!"
"Then why did you slap me?"
She was laughing.
"Just messing with you, Brad! Just so you know, kissing me like that yesterday made me wet and I couldn't get you out of my mind the rest of the day. That was a great offense! You have my permission to do that to me anytime you want.
"Now, where are you taking me on our date?"
"Wait a minute! Can I be the guy for a minute?"
"Sorry, Brad. Yes, I would love for you to be the guy."
"Wait right here!"
I went out the door and around the corner. I dialed her phone.
"Courtney, this is Brad, the handsome man who kissed you in the gym yesterday. You are coming to dinner with me at one of my favorite restaurants on Friday."
"Brad, that will depend on my other dates this week. Hmmmm, Joe? No he is Thursday. Matt?, Let's see. He is Saturday. Brad, it looks like Friday is open. I accept."
I can see she is going to make me work every step of the way!
I returned to the gym and we both laughed.
"Let me guess, Joe and Matt don't exist."
"You saw through that clever move?"
My turn to laugh.
"Brad, all kidding aside, I'm so glad you asked me out. I didn't want to have to ask you, but I think I would have if you hadn't acted. You're my first date since moving here. I've resisted others, but I can't resist your kisses!"
"Courtney, you're my first date in over a year. Actually, more than 25 years."
