I'm Mike and here I' am living upstairs in the upper flat of an old once broken down duplex once owned by my wife Stacy's grandfather. Oh, I need to correct that statement. Stacy is my ex-wife now.
Let me tell you a little about this old place I live in today. It's one of those typical old Victorian style homes that have been converted into two living areas. A large living area on the first floor where my wife, I mean my ex-wife Stacy lives now and this upper flat I now call home.
When Stacy's grandfather died four years ago this place was a dump until I got my hands on her and fixed her all up. She became my pride and joy and thankfully, Stacy gave me some recognition for my achievement with the place. She's a fine looking old painted lady now with the most modern updates.
When our divorce was finalized last year, I got half of this old place. That's the way we agreed. I guess you could say I'm now the maintenance man, gardener and whatever else I need to be around here. That's enough about the house.
Now, let me tell you about my ex. Stacy is a gorgeous blonde. Nice full natural breasts, a small thin waist. Long shapely legs and nice hips. I guess you could say she was my trophy wife and I like to think of her in that way to this day.
We got married fresh out of college. Our marriage lasted eight years. I guess your wondering by now what went wrong. I'm going to get to that in a minute. Actually I still wonder what all went wrong in the first place.
You see, it started about three years into our marriage. We were trying to have kids. I mean we tried like hell for a long time. We tried different methods and finally went to a doctor and I found out I was the problem. I started blaming myself and began drinking.
I'd come home late from the bar several times a week. What wife is going to put up with that shit? I really felt bad we couldn't have kids. Stacy was going to find a donor but I objected to the idea. We argued a lot and the next thing I knew was we were in divorce court. Stacy had enough!
I moved up here and Stacy and I stayed real close like we were still married. I mean, she'd have me down for dinner or we would go out on Friday nights and even spend the weekend together. It took us three months until Stacy finally allowed me to have sex with her again. Yeah! No shit!
That lasted several months until Stacy put a stop to the free sex one day. I don't know if one of her close friends gave her advice or what but I sure miss banging my beautiful blonde bride.
God, Stacy acts like such a prude until you get to know her and she's naked in bed. It's like she turns into this wanton whore once she has her legs spread and I have my cock inside her.
I'll let you know right now I'm not the stud you may think I'm. I barely measure five inches in length but that sure kept Stacy satisfied or at least I bought her those life like dildos to play with a while back.
Yep, you guessed it. Those dildos cost me the free sex I was getting on a weekly basis. I bought them for her birthday and thought she might get a thrill out of using them when I wasn't around. Little did I know they were going to be my replacements.
I mean, these things are around nine inches long and thick and feel like the real deal. One even rotates in every direction. Stacy loves them I even saw her use them a couple times. Than she gave me this lecture one day about how we shouldn't have sex since we were divorced.
It's been four months now and I'm getting tired of using the hand if you know what I mean. I have plenty of photos back in the bedroom I took of Stacy in her bikini. Sure gets me by on those rough days.
I think I opened up a whole new can of worms last night when I almost pleaded with Stacy to have sex. I tried to convince her that she should have a real man rather than playing with those silly vibrators. We even cuddled while we talked last night. I knew that I was getting close to having sex with Stacy again. Things started going sour after I touched her crotch.
She started pushing me away, telling me that I should find someone else to have sex with. I told her I didn't want anyone else but her. She only got angry with me and told me to leave. I got up and started to leave but not until I got my two cents in.
I accused her of having a boyfriend which she denied and only got angrier. I kept up my nagging about how and why I thought she was messing around and she replied that she had a right to if she so desired.
Of coarse I told her to go ahead. I told her to see if I care! I did but I was really angry at the time. Somewhere during those nasty exchange of words I think she finally said she was going to start dating someone.
I was so angry I started drilling Stacy about men. I wanted to know if she had someone in mind and she kept denying that she knew anyone. I believed her but I had my doubts. I guess I'm extremely jealous at the thought of some other guy touching my......well.....ex.
I finally walked out and closed the door hard as I left. I laid in bed that night stroking my cock and thinking about Stacy with another man. I just couldn't explain it. I visualized Stacy in my head being screwed hard by a young stud. I could hear his massive thighs banging against Stacy's upturned thighs.
I got up this morning with a brain storm in my head. You see, I figured I'd find a man for Stacy myself. OK, I'm not that crazy. I figured I'd hook her up with someone she wouldn't be interested in the least bit. This guy named Dan who moved in next door would be perfect!
Dan was single. He was tall and muscular. He's had a few words with Stacy in the past so I think she'd at least buy into it. I'm grinning here as I write this. You see, Dan is as black as a chunk of coal. I'm laughing....
I'm not making fun of the guy. It's just that he has all the typical features of an African. You know, large lips, wide nose, kinky hair. Stacy wouldn't have any love interest in Dan. Perhaps a good friend, maybe?
Dan would buy that extra time I needed to work on getting Stacy back. It couldn't do any harm to hook him up with Stacy. How exactly I'm I going to arrange this one?
Dan was working in his yard later that morning. I approached him with small talk and complimented him on how well his lawn looked. I ran upstairs and got Dan a cold beer when he finished and we talked on his back porch for almost an hour.
I made up a few things about Stacy and told him I thought she was attracted to him. God, she'd kill me for this if she knew. Dan knew all about our divorce and I guess you could say he was a little hesitant to say anything sexual about Stacy one way or another.
I kept this conversation up and told Dan I'd run back to my place and get us some more beer out of the frig. He said he'd take a quick shower while I was gone. When I got back, Dan was wearing a pair of white boxers and nothing else. He had a towel wrapped around his shoulders. I couldn't help but notice how muscular he was.
The gleam of dampness on his jet black skin reminded me of one of those body builders you see during a competition. Plus, he looked like a giant peering down at me. Dan was at least ten inches taller than me.
I gave Dan a cold one and we sat in his kitchen as I continued my pitch. I wanted to make sure he was really interested in Stacy. I explained to Dan that all I wanted to do was find a nice guy for Stacy. Someone I could trust. He laughed when I said that one.
"I never saw a man so eager to get his ex hooked up with another guy! Are you sure your not playing games with me?"
I nervously responded. "I swear Dan, all I want to do is to make sure Stacy doesn't get involved with one of those jerks down at her office."
I went on to explain who shy Stacy can be and how I didn't want one of those hot shots down at her office to try and take advantage of her. We kept drinking beers and by the fourth beer, Dan was loosened up. So was I for that matter.
"Why don't you and Stacy get back together? You two seemed like such a happy couple together and still do."
I took another swig of my beer and prepared myself for an answer to Dan's question. "You see, it's just not the same, Dan. Stacy doesn't want to get intimate with me anymore."
"Have you thought about moving on? Find yourself a girlfriend?"
"It's not that easy. I still care and love Stacy. I don't want to see her get hurt."
I don't know why I told him I still loved her. I guess the beer had more of an effect on me than I thought.
"If you love her than why don't you tell her. There's always a chance you guys can work something out."
I kept spilling my guts out to Dan. "I want Stacy to experience what it's like with another man. You know, the whole package."
Dan busted out laughing as he replied. "The whole package, huh?"
My head was spinning from the beer. "Dan. Stacy is a good person. She is a little shy and old fashion. She'll never find a guy acting like a spinster. Stacy needs a guy who will charm his way into her heart."
There I go again spilling my guts out to Dan about Stacy. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking.
Dan laughed as he sipped on that beer. "So you think she needs someone who can wine and dine her. I don't know if I'm the right guy for that job, Mike. What you need is a guy who can win her trust, take it slow. It'll take some planning on my part I suppose and......"
I interrupted Dan. "Are you going to help me or not?"
Dan laughed again. "I'm game, but are you sure Stacy is attracted to me?"
I looked Dan square in the eyes. "I'm sure Dan. Stacy really likes you. She always makes wonderful comments about how well you keep up your place here."
Dan grinned as he sipped on his beer. "How we gonna get this thing started?"