by JoelC
as told to
BrettJ Β© 2008
*
I hope this story can inspire some of you to believe that if you work on a marriage in trouble, you can put new life back into it. I know I did and I am happier now than I have ever been. It wasn't always that way. Let me tell you my story and perhaps you'll see what I'm talking about.
It had never made much sense to me, why after 5 of what I thought were very happy years, my wife Renee had simply walked out. Nary a word, I just got home from work at the magazine one day and there was a note: "I need to figure some things out, don't worry, I'll be in touch, love Renee." That was it -- no one heard from her, it was nearly 2 years until a little while ago. She
hadn't
been in touch and I figured she wouldn't be, life went on. I dated a few women, some of the secretaries at work, but Renee was the kind of lady that was hard to match. But it had been almost 2 years and I prepared myself for the divorce papers I knew would likely arrive some day soon.
Then Renee called, just out of the blue. She was back in town, she told me. She really missed me and hoped we could talk, perhaps try and work things out? She didn't want to be separated any more, she certainly didn't want a divorce. Maybe I was crazy, but I'd swim in an ocean of sharks for this woman. A schlub like me, with a tall, good-looking black sex goddess, with long dark hair, inviting bedroom eyes and legs that don't seem to end? A woman whose appetites exceeded mine in the bedroom, who didn't care I was 10 years older, a bit overweight? It never mattered to Renee that I wasn't ever going to be rich, she knew I loved writing. She knew all of this, but from the day we met, she took me at face value. She talked me back into coming back to her place for "coffee" and we didn't get out of bed until 8 AM the next morning. The woman fucked me raw in positions I'd never even used, her dark cunt swallowing me whole, her body fucking back and draining me until exhaustion.
"Just
why
is someone like you interested in a guy like me, aren't I a bit old and a bit too -- dumpy -- for you?" I asked her as I ran my hands along her leg.
"You've got experience and you're interesting, you make me laugh. I wouldn't say
dumpy
- more
rumpled
- and you have character, Joel. Stop worrying about it and just enjoy our relationship, all right?" Renee was very encouraging, including to my cock, which she managed to arouse for another round of intense fucking.
Renee came to my work two days later, a short mini and heels, wearing a floppy hat and shades. She looked spectacular. All the guys were envious, so were some of the secretaries I had dated before I met her. I thought a few of them were even interested in her, but this lovely lady focused all her attention on me. She took
me
to lunch and let's just say, I am glad that as a freelance writer, I can come and go as I damned -well please.
I deduced quickly that
this
was the kind of woman you marry -- so I did, almost shocked when she accepted my proposal. Until the day she left, I had no idea there was a thing wrong. We fucked like newlyweds every day and it was never enough -- my wife was my
beautiful black fuckbitch
, she loved screwing and was up for it, 24-7.
How sex-mad was my young wife? Renee gave great head, loved sex in the shower, loved to dress and tease, loved watching porn, loved to attack me and -- well, you get the picture. If it was sexual, she liked it. Thinking back on all of this, I knew that I wanted her back and I knew whatever terms she set, I'd agree to them.
Dressing nicely, I went to Sergio's, where we'd first met, and waited. I wondered how much she'd changed in 2 years, I was almost beside myself when I saw her walk in. It was as if time had frozen for her. Renee was wearing a lovely summer frock, a gauzy floral print that ended just above her knees. The sunlight hit her and I could see lacy lingerie underneath and the sensual curves of the body I knew all too well. She wore a straw hat but her hair was even longer. The Maitre D' pointed me out. She walked to the table, hips swaying slightly, hair swishing gently. I stood up and saw that
face
and all my old feelings came back.
Renee hugged me and there were tears in those beautiful eyes, they rolled down her cheeks. I was almost on the verge myself, I motioned for her to sit. She took both of my hands in her own and spoke.
"Joel, my darling love, first thing you must believe is that I loved --
love
-- you. From the day we met, you were the man I knew I wanted to be with."
"Okay, then why? What did I do? I don't understand."
"You did nothing wrong Joel, absolutely nothing. It was me. I loved you, I still do, our life was wonderful, our sex life was --
more
than wonderful, but ... "
"But?"
"Joel, you know how much I loved ... " Renee lowered her voice " ...
fucking
you. I love sex. But I couldn't help feeling something was missing and ... " Renee stopped speaking at that moment, something had caught her attention and within a minute, I saw what it was. Or rather,