Some commenters have criticised this story, some feel it is in the wrong category, that it is not romantic... Well, I beg to differ. For some people the flame of love burns bright and they will in their lives together enjoy the full spectrum of emotions, because reach the lofty heights of true love, you must also hate.
To forgive doesn't make you weak, forgiveness is the hardest path a person can choose to walk. To accept something so dastardly and forgive is an act of true love. (IMO)
Saturday morning, I was in the driveway polishing the Chev and stringing some ribbons on it when Shelby pulled into the driveway behind me. A whole month and I hadn't heard a squeak from her and she turned up unannounced. "Hi Tom, what are you doing?" she breathed happily.
How could she be so nice? It astounded me. Maybe Paul's mental condition was contagious? We had lived together for twenty bloody years and she still managed to amaze me.
"I'm getting the Chev ready I'm using her as a wedding car for Curtiss, his daughter is getting married."
She sighed despondently, realising she hadn't been invited, "Ooooohhh really, I didn't know... Gee that sounds nice, look do you have time to talk before you head into town? We really do need to talk about what happened?"
"No, I'm sorry but I'm already running late." I snapped.
"Well, what about tomorrow?"
"Yeah maybe, I'm not sure what time I will get back, I will probably have a sleep in."
She definitely looked disappointed, "Hon we need to talk, you have to let me explain."
I nodded, "Another time Shelby, I'm busy now. You're the one who ran off to be with him, not me. If you want to be with him fine, but I'm sick of all this back and forth. You are either going to be my wife or his girlfriend, but the two do not align."
She screamed, "For god's sake hon, he was in trouble." She stood staring her breathing ragged, her rage seeping out as the tears flowed. "Tom, all I was trying to do was help a friend in need!"
She wasn't the only one who was angry, I growled brusquely, "Yeah whatever, look I have to get changed and go, we will continue this on another day when we are both calm."
"God almighty you frustrate me... We need to talk, I refuse to let this destroy our lives."
"I think I have said this before, a little late for that Shell."
She stomped her foot and jumped in her car speeding of down the road.
The wedding was amazing although it's not much fun being on your own. I couldn't drink because I had to drive, so I ended up leaning on the bar talking with a bunch of mates as we surreptitiously watched the big game on the TV.
Canterbury beating Auckland is always a good night...
As I was leaning on the bar a rather scrumptious woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to dance. As I absorbed her request, I glanced clandestinely at her. She was a little younger than me I guessed and she looked gorgeous and sexy. Her gown was a beautiful figure-hugging thing that pushed her bountiful breasts up and out like an old-style serving wench.
Her eyes were deep pits of coal, as I stared, I could feel myself falling into them. Her hair although pulled back into a bun was like her eyes jet black but it shone like the night, beautiful sleek glossy strands fell either side of her face.
Her lips were full and pouty, succulent and juicy. I pulled her into my arms and we glided around the dancefloor. The crowd had thinned a little making our swooping swirling dance so much easier.
"I'm Fiona." She whispered wetly in my ear."
"Tom." I replied.
"How come you don't have a partner? A handsome man like you all alone doesn't seem right."
I laughed, "I'm just an old fart enjoying watching all the beautiful young women like yourself flitting around."
I felt her body nestle in closer and I could feel the heat radiating through her dress. "Thank you gallant sir, but I am not that young."
"Perhaps but you are beautiful in fact I think you are the prettiest girl here and that includes the bride."
Her body edged closer, there was now nothing between us but cloth. Her breasts pushed up high as she crushed herself against me. I did note with some dismay she was wearing a wedding ring.
As we danced, I looked around searching for an angry husband who might be waiting to scramble onto the dancefloor and rescue his sexy wife but there was no one watching except a couple of envious mates.
After a few dances I asked, "Why aren't you dancing with your hubby?"
She grinned up at me, "Because he's not here tonight, he couldn't come."
I suddenly felt like a rat, dancing like this with some poor bloke's wife wasn't right. I tried to wriggle out a little, get some space between us. God as she wriggled to get nestled back against me, I felt my erection growing, I mean I'm only human and the prettiest bird in the place was grinding her pussy against my cock and I couldn't help myself, I pushed back as her hips rotated and mashed her mound all over my erection.
As I tried to get away, she giggled, nibbling on my ear, "What's the matter, you seem edgy."
"Sorry." I grinned, I am just waiting for some bloke to grab me and punch my lights out for dancing inappropriately with his wife. Fiona perhaps we should take a break."
"No please I am enjoying this, you are a wonderful dancer."
"Rubbish, I'm a crap dancer, it is only you that makes us look good. Still, I don't feel right about dancing like this with a married woman."
She stopped and led me off the floor back to the bar where she ordered a glass of champagne. "Well then Tom, why are you single?"
"I'm divorced actually."
She whispered sadly, "I'm sorry to hear that. Divorce sucks doesn't it."
Something about her remark sounded painful, regretful. "How do you know? Are friends going through it?"
She shook her head, no it's mine. My husband and I are separated at the moment and it's terrible. I hate it."
I gave her a hug, "Sorry I didn't mean to dredge up painful memories."
She dipped her head losing eye contact, "Ah it's alright, I'm getting used to it now, coming to these things alone."
I nodded understanding what she meant, "Yeah you're right it does suck. So, if you don't mind me asking why are you separating?"
"The dirty bugger was having it off with his secretary. Her husband caught them and for revenge told me as well."
She toyed with her glass before taking a final gulp and ordering another, "I hope you're not driving!"
With a girlish giggle she said, "Nope, I am with friends, they are looking after me."
"They're not doing a very good job leaving you in my lecherous arms."
"Lecherous, are you?" She joked.
I pulled her out onto the dancefloor and this time I pulled her in close and she didn't fight. Her hot body was back in my arms nestled tightly against me. Her head rested on my chest as we circulated to a couple of slow numbers. She moved with a feline grace, no jerky movements it was like she glided and it was so effortless.
"What about you?" She asked, "Why are you divorced?"
"Caught her shagging a colleague, same story really. She wanted something I couldn't give her I suppose."
Her lips grazed the underside of my chin as she peered up at me.
A bunch of faster songs rejuvenated the crowd but Fiona said, "Come on, let's go for a walk."
We ended up walking around the gardens of the old villa. As we walked, I felt her hand slide into mine and we talked about kids, hers like mine were gone and she was empty nesting. We talked about work; she was a travel agent here in the city.
We talked about all sorts of things as we walked back to the venue it was obvious, we were late most of the crowd had left and there were very few left. "Oh shit, bugger, bugger, bugger." Fiona moaned loudly as she checked her watch for the time, "Oh please don't tell me they've gone without me?"
We did a quick reconnoitre of the venue but her friends were no to be seen. She pulled her phone out of her purse to check and she hissed, "Damn it, I had the volume down, I missed her message."
As she read it, she giggled, "What's so funny?" I asked.
She was reading a message her friend left for her, she read it out, "It looked like you were having too much fun so we left, enjoy your night."
She complained, "Cheeky buggers, now I'm screwed. A bloody cab fare from here will be a killer."
"If you need a lift, I can definitely do that, I've hardly had anything to drink."
She smiled appreciatively, "Are you sure? I live out in Parklands, it's miles away."
"No problem, an opportunity to spend a little more time in a beautiful lady's company is something I would never turn down."
She gave me a nice hug, "You are a flatterer, fancy yourself as a charmer, do you?"
"No, not at all. That wasn't flattery; I was merely stating a fact. You are a beautiful captivating woman and I enjoy your company. Done deal really." I led her out to the car which was still decorated with ribbons and balloons.
"Wow is this yours, I admired it enviously today, it is lovely."
I stripped the streamers off and cut loose the balloons, "Thanks, yep all mine, she is fun."
"You did alright from your divorce then?"
Grimacing I mumbled, "No not really, but I did keep the car even although it cost me my wife."
She realised I was hurting and held me in a hug as I opened the door for her. As we reversed out and pulled into the road she glanced around appreciatively, running her hands over the rolled and tucked leather upholstery. "God these big old bench seats are wonderful; you can stretch right out."
