Ex- Sex Can Sometimes Be the Best
By Ghostwalker
(With input by IrishLass)
Like most stories of this kind, the best place to start is always at the beginning.
My ex-wife and I met while in college. She was a 20-year-old, single mother of one, and I was a 27-year-old looking to make a better life for myself. Now don't get me wrong, this is no cradle-robbing story. She was far more mature than most of the women her age and I was less mature than I should/could have been so we made a great couple. Unfortunately, things in life change and so after 7 years we separated and divorced. The divorce was far from being pleasant, most aren't, but we stayed 'friends' for the sake of the kids. And so life went on. She met another man and married him, while I remarried too. Skip ahead 15 years and she's divorced, after finding out her husband was embezzling from her company, and I'm a widower after my wife died of a heart defect that we didn't even know about.
It wasn't until our eldest son announced that he was getting married that things changed. As is customary both my ex- and I were expected to attend. What I didn't plan on was how I'd feel when I saw her after so many years.
The moment she walked in, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was absolutely gorgeous! She stood 5 feet, 7 inches tall in bare feet but, as usual, was wearing 2 - 3 inch high heels. Her skin was tanned to the color of light-honey and I could just make out a tan line on the off-the-shoulder top she was wearing which instantly made me wonder if she'd taken up sunbathing au natural. She'd let her hair grow so the auburn tresses now cascaded down her back to the curve of her ass. Her blue-gray eyes still sparkled when she laughed and her lips were puckered and seemed to be begging to be kissed. Her bust was slightly larger than I remembered but the curve of her waist and hips along with her long, toned legs left little doubt that she still worked out several times a week.
"Good Evening, Joseph."
"Ouch!! Talk about things being cold!!"
I thought. "Hello, Theresa. I'm glad to see you."
"Really? After everything that happened, I'd assumed you'd never want to see me again."
"Well, you know what they say about assumptions," I replied, immediately realizing that what I'd said could be taken two ways.
"Yes, well, shall we get this over with?" The icy tone had returned to her voice.
The Wedding Rehearsal went off without a hitch and we found ourselves at the rehearsal dinner shortly afterwards. As the evening progressed, everyone seemed to slowly drift away to join other friends until Tess and I were the only two left sitting at the table. As if by some unspoken agreement, I got up and took a seat next to her. In what seemed like minutes, we found ourselves laughing and joking with each other as we talked about our children and what had happened since our divorce.
"... I thought everything was great until I started to notice money missing from my business's account. Since my ex and I were the only two with access to the account it wasn't too hard to figure out who had taken it. What amazed me was that he didn't even try to deny it when I asked him about it. He just said he'd spent the money on his company car and 'business expenses' while he was traveling. It turned out the 'business expense' was a little blonde bimbo that he'd met at a conference. That was it! Over and done with. But what about you? I heard what happened to your wife."
"Yeah, she went in for a cardiac catheterization and never left the table. She had a heart attack and died as they were working on her."
"I'm so sorry to hear that."
"Thanks," I replied as I thought about my most recent wife, my eyes filling with tears.
"Come on," she suddenly said as she took my hand. "Dance with me."
We danced together, off and on, throughout the rest of the evening. It was during a slow dance that she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I miss dancing with you."
I pulled away slightly so I could look into her eyes. "You always said you HATED dancing with me!"
"I lied. It was just that whenever we danced together I got ... you know," she blushed.
"And now?" I whispered.
"Maybe," she said softly, with a coy look on her face.
I started to reply but was interrupted by two of our sons.
"Dad, come here. We're having a debate with some of the guys and need your help."
I looked at Tess, and she smiled. "Go on. We can talk again later."
So, I joined my sons and helped them as much as I could but when I looked for Tess afterwards, she was gone.
I slept fitfully that night, dreaming about my wife and Tess, occasionally flipping the two of them or blending them. So when I got up the next morning, I felt like I'd been dragged behind a truck ... and I didn't look much better. Fortunately, everyone was too busy helping with the Wedding to notice.
The ceremony went exactly as expected ... more or less. I was seated next to Tess and found myself continuously stealing glances at her. Her hair was pulled back into a 'bun' exposing the soft contours of her neck and shoulders. She wore light-green eye shadow and black mascara that gave her eyes a mystic touch to them and a light-red lip gloss that she kept licking with the tip of her tongue. Around her neck, she wore a pearl necklace that I'd given her years before along with the matching pair of
earrings. She was dressed in a yellow, below-the-knee, strapless dress that seemed to extenuate every curve of her body, and Shalimar perfume that went right to both of my heads. I was barely able to stifle a groan and concentrate on the ceremony.
When it was over, I found myself sitting next to her at the Reception which made things even worse. I could feel the 'tension' building between us.
"No way. Not gonna happen,"
I kept telling myself. But things between us seemed to pick up right where they'd left off the night before. We talked, we laughed, we drank the customary toasts, and we danced.
It was during one of those dances that I suddenly felt her tremble in my arms. "Are you okay?"
"I ... mmmmmm ... I guess I ... I just need to go to the Lady's Room."
"Okay," I said as I released her.
She almost ran to the exit while I returned to my seat at the head table. She returned a short time later, her face slightly flushed.
"You sure you're okay? I could get someone to help if you need anything."
She looked up at me, her eyes ablaze. "Don't give me that?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know damn well what dancing with you used to do to me. And I can tell what it's doing to you, too, " she taunted as glanced down at the bulge in the front of my pants that I'd been trying to hide.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, hoping no one would hear what we were talking about.
"Does it sound like I'm upset?"
"I .... mmmmmm ... I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say anything," she purred as she grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto the dance floor.
We spent the rest of the evening 'accidentally' rubbing and grinding against each other as we danced. Then, somewhere around midnight, our son and his bride slipped away, and the party began to wind down.
"So what now?" I asked.
"I dunno. Wanna come upstairs to my room? We can talk, maybe have a few drinks, and dance some more."
I laugh. "I guess great minds think alike."
