About 6 months after the bitch walked out and left me to pick up the pieces, and a couple months in which Jackson's wife coincidentally left him, he temporarily moved in with me while they sorted out the terms of their separation.
At least where mine ended on a permanent sour note, his was filled with unclear hatred and insults. Almost every day Jackson would walk in grinding his teeth and I'd know it was because of her.
"You need to block her. Stop taking her calls and stop reading her messages. It's just going to drive you crazy."
"Oh yeah?" Jackson shot back, "get naked on the bed and put your arse in the air mate. The only real thing that drives me crazy is when you aren't in that position."
I permanently rolled my eyes around Jackson but continued working on my kitchen counter on the laptop.
"I'm starving," I'd hint, and he'd immediately start rustling up some food, while ranting about the latest antics from his soon to be ex-wife.
He ranted, and ranted and I worked, half listening.
At one point, more to change the topic to more of an outcome, I asked, "Any chance you two will sort your differences and get back together?"
I knew the answer to this question of course, I just wanted to manoeuvre the conversation away from their daily grind.
"He used a few expletives, and referred to her in the most colourful of ways, but in the end he summarised with: "Not a goddamn fucking chance. I'm angry, and that anger will eventually dissolve, but my hatred for her, will never."
A short while later, he popped a delicious Risotto in front of me and I made a note to keep him angry.
In fact, he went off to shower, then sat on the lounge with a wine and flipped through the news, so I went off to prepare myself.
It did take a while, not just because sometimes these things do, but also because I still was no expert. But when I came out of the shower with a stick dick and a lubed hole, and leaned against the wall with a smile that he knew what to do with, his attention was on purely on me.
He raced towards me, and I threw myself onto the bed with a laugh face up.
Jackson was as fast at taking his clothes off as he was at making fast delicious food.
In 2 seconds, he lay on top of me, our dicks rubbing together, with his legs parted and over mine and kissed me.
I'd expected a very solid and aggressive fucking, but was very surprised when he looked into my eyes longingly and then kissed me gently. He kind of bit my lip, licked my tongue, slobbered me with deep passionate kisses, while my heart began to thud.
Oh oh.
This was no longer about sex.
Which spurred the thought; had it ever been just about the sex?
We made love. Passionately. Very long kisses, with Jackson pressing against me. I felt every part of his skin on mine, and then I'd flip over and lay on top of him, making sure to do the same. Feeling his chest tight against mine, while we kissed, and licked each other's necks while rolling around and back to deep kissing.
At some point, his ginormous dick slipped in and I gasped, but he quickly shushed this with more tender kisses. He moved the hair away from my forehead with one hand, then kissed it, then kissed my nose, my mouth and as another bout of passionate kissing went full force, his dick made its way all the way inside me.
My legs were parted around him, and strangely I found my feet pushing his bum into me deeper.
I think this was the first time I had enjoyed the fucking so much. It was always passionate with Jackson, but suddenly it dawned on me that this was because something else had been added into the equation.
After he blew his heavy load into me, he lay on top of me as I felt his dick go soft and slowly slide out. I'm sure his love juice slid out with it, but that was later's problem.
He rolled to the side, but slid his hand into mine and held it tight, while we regained our breaths.
