It was a nice spring evening and I was sitting in my easy chair about one chapter into my new mystery book when I was interrupted by the phone.
"Hello Larry, do you know who this is?" I heard the vaguely familiar voice on the other end say.
I did a quick memory scan of voices.
"This sounds like a person I remembering wearing a marvelous dress one particular day. Hello Teresa, how are you?"
This was a call I sometimes wondered if I would receive. Teresa is my ex-wife and we have been divorced almost fifteen years. We weren't married more than eighteen months and the wheels had fallen off within the first year. It became obvious that she said and did whatever it took to get married and I fell for it. Unfortunately the woman I loved and proposed too disappeared soon after our honeymoon. The real Teresa was pretty much the opposite of the person she pretended to be when we dated. After our divorce I had put all of that behind me and moved on.
"I am good thank you. What I called about was could we get together sometime this week? I would like to talk with you and I don't really want to do it over the phone."
"Sure. Not a problem. I'm good anytime this week including right now."
We picked tomorrow evening at a convenient location where we would meet over dinner. I couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind. In my heart I still cared for the person I fell in love with and I guess I always will. In some ways I felt sorry that the marriage didn't work but she did things that drove me crazy. For one, she could rationalize anything and everything she did. My engineering mind doesn't handle that at all.
I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes and recalled the first time I met her. I was walking around the neighborhood and saw her racking leaves on the front lawn. Cute face, hair a light brown touching her shoulders, and the tee shirt and shorts displayed a very nice body. Being a guy I couldn't help by notice how nice her breast filled out her tee shirt. I said hello and informed her I lived on the street the next block over and was just walking around. A beautiful day to stroll the neighborhood.
One of the things that instantly caught my attention was her nipples getting hard and making their presence known by pressing against her tee shirt. I took that as a good sign. We chatted a bit when she invited me in for some coffee. I accepted and later asked her out to dinner later in the week. She accepted and that was our beginning.
She was easy to talk with and we chatted about a great many things. We had a lot in common and enjoyed doing things together. I liked her a lot and it wasn't long before I knew I wanted her to be a part of my life.
We had gone out several times and I would give her a simple good night kiss. One evening we were sitting on her couch and I pulled her over and gave her a more passionate kiss. She responded in kind and soon our kissing became white hot with tongues exploring and dancing together. As the intensity of our kissing increased so did our passion.
Our desires were in sync and when I ran my hand up the side of her body she raised her arm allowing me to cup her breast. When I did so she melted in my arms. I moved my hand up her back and unsnapped her bra and she pulled away long enough to remove her top and bra. I told her how lovely her breast looked then I held and kissed them all over. They filled my hands and my fingers played over her hard nipples. She responded by sliding her hand up my leg and resting it on my manhood.
My head was swimming with desire to make love with her. When she suggested we go to the bedroom I thought I was in heaven. Once in the bedroom we finished undressing each other and just looking at her was a dream come true. She climbed into bed and reached out and took my cock in her hand pulling me toward her.
"Don't make me wait, fuck me now."
Sliding my cock into her hot and wet cunt was wonderful. That evening was the beginning of some great sex. When it came to sex for the next year we did a lot of it. Looking back though we fucked a lot and I ate her pussy frequently but her blowjobs were not very long and she never got me off. She wasn't opposed to doing a bj but it wasn't as sensuous as I would like. But I was in love with her and I figured it would improve with time. Unfortunately that didn't happen.
I think Teresa was horny all the time. It didn't take much to get her naked, in fact many times I would walk into a room and she would be sitting there naked with her legs spread. My mouth would soon be all over her pussy. Road trips would sometimes include a short and quick bj from her and I would do my best to rub her pussy and clit as I drove. I learned to hate bucket seats. Lots of showers together and we would use that time to shave her pussy and my cock. I loved our time in the shower.
Overall I think we had a pretty good sex life during the year we dated and we got married a little over a year from our first meeting. How lovely she looked in her wedding dress. To me she looked fabulous.
I waited at the door of the restaurant and as she walked toward me I couldn't help but smile. The years had been good to her and she looked great. She had kept her figure and other than a slight change in hair color and style she looked as good as I remembered. I couldn't help feel a ting of regret. Just looking at her again and the memories of our sexual fun came roaring back and my dick began to grow.
We exchanged greetings and complimented each other on how good each other looked. Her hair style was different and I told her I liked it. She noted that I looked very fit. It seems we both are regulars to the same gym chain. We were escorted to a table and after ordering I learned why we were meeting.
Here is what she said:
"I want to start out by apologizing for the way I treated you when we were married. You were right in divorcing me. I wouldn't have said that back then but over the last year I am been doing some serious personal assessment. After mom died I started going through some depression and just feeling unhappy. With both mom and dad gone I was feeling alone and I needed to make changes."
She paused a moment to dry the tears in her eyes and then continued.
"Finally I went to my priest and had several sessions with him. We talked about my past and my relationships with family and friends. You got a whole hour. It boiled down to a simple fact. I had live in a state of denial for many years and now old memories were coming to the surface. My subconscious knows they are conflicting with what was real. He suggested I see Sister Catherine and attend one of her seminars.
"I had a session with Sister Catherine and attended her seminar the same week. The seminar lasted a whole morning and she calls it, "Who's lying to whom?" The first hour I was angry and ready to walk out but I hung in there. By the end of the session I was in tears. It was as if her whole talk was directed solely at me and for the first time I looked at myself and I didn't like what or who I was.