"Then, yes. Now, ex-wife."
She turned to look at me. "You were married."
"Yes, I was," I responded. "Not very long."
She nodded. "I looked at all these pictures, and saw family and friends, but only this one with you and a girl."
I motioned to the other pictures. "There were some more of her. But I took them down. But I couldn't replace this one. We won the trophy, it was a special moment."
Thankfully, she took my hand and led me back to the kitchen. She served up the pie, which was fantastic. But as we ate, I saw her thinking about it. "Now I'm putting it together," she finally said. "At the restaurant last week, people knew you, and seemed happy to see me with you. I think they were happy to see you dating again. You probably didn't date after your divorce, did you?"
I shook my head. "No. Not a lot of options here in town, anyway."
"She doesn't live here anymore, does she?" The way she asked, it wasn't checking about a threat to our budding relationship. It was more a curiosity about our tiny cloistered town.
"No. She moved away. I don't know where. I haven't seen here in years," I said, then chewed another bite of pie.
"I'm guessing, and correct me if I'm wrong, that people here kinda frown on divorce, if she left town."
I shook my head, "Divorce isn't that bad. It was the infidelity people took offense to."
"She cheated on you?" Serena gasped, dropping her fork.
"She left town because people kept talking behind her back about it. She was suddenly notorious for being a cheating wife. It's like I said the other night, people don't forget scandalous stories like that."
Serena put her hand on my arm. "I'm sorry," was all she said.
"You'd have found out anyway on your own," I told her. "Better that I tell the story than some busybody on Main Street."
We sat in silence, finishing our pie. "I'm glad you told me," Serena finally said, "about her. It's important. I'm glad I know." She smiled at me.
I tried to smile back. She kept smiling, so it broke my gloom and I was able to really smile. "There it is," she told me. "I like your smile." Then she did something I didn't expect. She got up from her chair, crossed the short distance to mine, and sat in my lap, her legs dangling on my left side. "Patrick, I can't believe anyone would cheat on you. You have been nothing but the perfect gentleman to me these past few weeks."
I wasn't sure what to say. "Thanks..." I started, but she grabbed my face and kissed me, shutting me up. I kissed her for as long as I could, but having not been prepared for it, I had to stop first to get a breath. "Wow. You're an amazing kisser," was all I could say.
She kissed me again. I felt the passion and heat of her body so close to mine. It's not a shock that I was starting to get aroused. This time, when she broke this kiss, it was her turn to speak. "I think you're liking this," she said with a knowing grin.
"I like you," was all I could say in response. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and knew where this was going.
She stood up, and took my hand. She led me from the kitchen towards the stairs. "Where's your bedroom?" she asked.
I took her up the stairs and to the right to my master bedroom. Once there, I pulled her into my arms. She pressed her body into mine as we tasted each other's mouths. Her hands were sliding up my shirt, feeling the skin of my back, as I moved my kisses from her mouth to her neck. My hands drifted downwards and grabbed her petite behind through her pants, pressing her pelvis into mine.
She lifted my shirt from me and her nimble hands started working on the front of my pants. It only took her a second to get me unzipped and was yanking my shorts and boxers downwards. My erection sprang up, and she gave an 'oh!' of surprise. Without waiting, I stripped her top from her. Her breasts, B or C cup, were on display in a semi-see-thru white bra.
I wanted to remove the rest of her clothes, to see all of her, but she had other ideas. She dropped to her knees, taking my dick in her hands, and gave it a small kiss on the head. It felt good. I knew the last time someone had done that for me was with my ex-wife. She started taking me into her mouth, and I shuddered. I brushed back her hair, and told her, "It's been a long time."
She nodded, understanding that I might not have the endurance, but she didn't stop. Her hands moved up and down my shaft while her mouth and tongue worked wonders on my head. It was magical, but it only lasted a couple of minutes. "Serena, I'm close," I stuttered out. She didn't let up; in fact, she went faster until I grunted and released into her mouth.
She lapped up every drop I gave, then quickly swallowed and smiled up at me. "How was that?" she asked.
I was dizzy. "Oh my god, that was... you're... fantastic."
She quickly stood up, skipped to the bathroom, and I heard the water run for a bit, and a quick gargling sound. When she came back, she attacked me with her kisses again, her mouth still wet from the tap. "Didn't think you'd like tasting your own stuff," she told me.
I nodded. "I appreciate it, but I think it's time I tasted yours," I said. I scooped her up, and laid her on my bed. She unbuttoned her capri pants, and I yanked them off, which took some considerable effort since they were pretty form-fitting to begin with. Finally, I chucked them behind me, and gazed at the wondrous beauty of Serena, in her matching white bra and panties, gazing up at me.
I crawled on the bed above her, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before moving south to her collarbone. I kissed her all over her upper chest. I spotted that her bra was a front-close model, so I snapped it open and continued my tasting down her left breast and took her nipple into my mouth, prompting a 'mmm' noise. I cupped both breasts in my hands - perfect handfuls, I noticed - and alternated sucking on both nipples. In between, I made my cheeks and lips brush the skin of her cleavage in between, which gave her goosebumps.
After paying proper attention there, I kissed her perfect navel, and grabbed the sides of her panties, easing them down her thighs. She helped me get them down to her ankles, and she sat up for just a moment to discard her opened bra as well, so I could now see her complete nudity. I noted as I took in the image, that while she was very in-charge and confident in normal situations, here she looked almost vulnerable, but she was trusting in me.
I spread her legs and found her flower, clean shaven, already wet with her juices. I wanted to dive right in, but instead I placed gentle kisses and nibbles above it, then to the side, and around it, until she pleaded with me, "Patrick, please!" That was the cue I was looking for, and I finally tasted her. She gasped at the first contact, then again as I continued to lick up and down her slit, and again when I bumped her clit with my nose. Every few licks, I was receiving an "Oh Patrick", and I took that as a cue to speed up slightly. It made me giggle, when after about eleven "Oh Patrick"'s in, she switched to "Oh, Patr-Oh OH OH OHHHH" as she came.
I only gave her a second to recover before asking, "Want me to rinse my mouth as well?"
She laughed and shook her head. "No, just fuck me, Patrick, fuck me."
I was ready to do that anyway, as my dick had recovered from its slumber during Serena's climax. I spread her legs wider and rubbed my member on her pussy, getting it lubricated first. "Put it in me," she asked.
"Are you on birth control?" I asked, glad I remembered before penetrating her.
"What?" She seemed a little stunned by the question at first, but then quickly answered, "No, so don't cum in me, but I need you in me now!"
I nodded, and pushed my way in. She was tight, but her juices were flowing enough that it provided enough lubrication. I watched her face the whole time, and though her eyes got wide, she was nodding, indicating she was okay and wanted more. I got all the way inside, and pulled out halfway, to start a slow rhythm. "Yes, Patrick, fuck me," she squealed, as I worked in and out of her warmth.
I couldn't help but think about the last time this bed had seen sex. It wasn't nearly as good as this. Those last few times with Kelly, it was like I was auditioning for a harsh judge. I'd find out later that she was comparing me to her new man. But I also recalled the first few times with Kelly, and it felt like this. Carefree and loving and tender.
I pushed thoughts of Kelly out of my mind, instead choosing to focus on Serena beneath me. She was moaning and it felt to me like she was getting close, so I asked. "Yes, just a bit more, more, yes, YES!" She squealed loudly, shaking under my body. I slowed down, and kept a very slow rhythm until she recovered enough to focus on me again. "Are you close too?"
"Yes," I hissed, picking up the pace again. It only took me another minute at a faster rate to drive me over the edge. "Coming," I said.
"Come on my chest," she told me. I pulled out and stroked myself once, twice, then gave a loud grunt as I unloaded, squirt after squirt, all over her breasts and stomach. I looked down on her, taking in the sight, and she giggled at me. "I think we've made a mess," she said.
"I think you're right," I told her. I took her hand and helped her up from the bed. "Let's get you cleaned up," I said, bringing her into the bathroom.
We showered, cleaning up, and I miraculously was able to go again. I have to give the credit to being next to a naked, smoking hot blonde, who kept playing with my dick until it was hard again. Our mouths seemed forever connected by our kisses. I was able to lift her in my arms, press her back against the tile, and fuck her again, pulling out to spray my seed at the drain. All in all, probably the most and greatest sex I'd ever had in one night.
