Part 1: A Drink After Work
I should start with some context for this story. My divorce from E had been finalized about a month before. E and I had been married for 12 years prior to that and dating another few years before that. E had been friends with J since working together approximately 6 years ago. I was, thus, friends of J and her husband D by extension. We were normal, suburban parent friends. We went to birthday parties for each other's kids, we had playdates at each other's homes, we went trick or treating together. The usual sugary sweet and innocent things.
That made the following story even more unexpected. I'll give some physical descriptions in advance as well. I , T, was 37 at the time, in fact all of us in the story were that age, plus or minus 2 years. I'm in pretty good shape for mid-30's and was regularly running 10K's and half marathons. I do have plenty of (NSFW) pics on my post history if you'd like to see more. J was a curvy brunette. A dress size 16 with 38DDD's and a round, shapely ass. She had a cute, round face with dark brown eyes and shoulder length hair that was almost black. To look at her in a minivan full of kids, you'd probably never imagine she'd ever been anything but innocent. D was a our age but always looked a bit older. His hair had grayed early and was receding at a pretty quick pace for a man in his late 30's. He was about 6'0" and 280 pounds if I had to guess. He had a bit of a paunch or potbelly but wasn't a slob either. Just a bid of an older looking dad bod, I suppose.
Ok, on to the story.
I got the call from J about 4 weeks after my divorce from E was finalized. I must admit I was a bit surprised. J had always been more E's friend and I figured I was just roped into events with J and D as an extension of that friendship. J had asked if I'd be up for a drink and some light conversation at her place. I asked if that was a good idea, what with her being E's best friend and all. She assured me it was no issue and that she intended to remain friends regardless of our divorce. I had my doubts about how that would work out but was more than willing to give it a shot. We set a date for a few days away, after work. J said that would be great and she was looking forward to it.
A few days passed and I was standing at J's front door, still in my dress shirt, tie and slacks. I apparently worked at one of the last conservative engineering offices around, with a strict dress code. I knocked lightly in case her youngest daughter was napping. J answered the door in a somewhat loose-fitting t-shirt, yoga pants and had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Standard issue momwear in the suburbs, it seems.
"T! Come on in!" she said as she stepped aside and welcomed me in. J was always remarkably smiley and positive to the point you'd probably be annoyed by it if she weren't so damned genuine. Once I was in the door, she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a smothering hug. I must admit it felt nice to have her ample breasts pressed to me. It had been quite a dry spell during the divorce process. I was a bit disappointed the hug had to end eventually.
"D, T is here, say hello," she shouted to the home office just off the entryway. D popped out to say hello, shake hands and exchange pleasantries. D was practically always on his laptop in the home office when I was at their home. He was a consultant of sorts and always seemed to be at work. So, it was no surprise when he begged off and excused himself to continue working. J and I meanwhile headed for the kitchen. They had a lovely island feature in the middle with several barstools around it.
"I hope I didn't wake the kids," I said, wondering why it was so quiet.
"Oh, no, they're at my mom's. She was eager to see them, and I certainly don't mind the break." J said she was going to have a drink and asked if I wanted anything. I said I'd be glad to have a beer if she had any. She said sure and brought an IPA from the refrigerator as well a glass of Pinot Noir she'd poured herself.
We exchanged pleasantries for a bit, just talking about how work was going, how things were in her life and dancing around the elephant in the room, the divorce. I guess we might both have been a bit nervous because it seemed our drinks were empty in no time. J asked if I wanted another, she was having one. I answered that I would, and she headed to the refrigerator again. I took in the lovely sight of her round, shapely ass in tight yoga pants as she got the beer from the bottom drawer. I guiltily broke my gaze away before she turned around, somewhat surprised at myself.
