The divorce had been finalized for several weeks now and Tom was quite proud of himself. After all, he had worked hard to get to where he was. He had changed, matured. Was it his fault that he had grown apart from Beth, his wife of almost 20 years? Hell, they were college sweethearts for Christ's sake, how could you expect something to last that long?
Tom was the first to admit that for a forty year old woman, Beth was still beautiful. She looked younger then her age, sure. Kept herself in great shape but she was still forty. At forty-one he was still young, in his prime. Could he help it if a much younger woman found him attractive? Could he help it if he reacted like any normal man and responded? It was only normal. He felt sorry she had been hurt, but she got a good settlement out of it, hell, her attorney had raped him in the divorce.
Beth could cry all the way to the bank, meanwhile his twenty-three year old girlfriend could salve his wounds. This girl was amazing! She did things to him Beth couldn't even dream of. Sex with Beth had been, well not boring but – married. There were things Beth just wouldn't do. Things as a man he had a right to expect. Well, he had them now.
Tom looked through his mail as he got a beer from the fridge. Hmm, a package. Getting a small utility knife from the kitchen, Tom sliced it open. A videotape. No note, no label, no clue what it could be. One way to find out, he thought. Taking his beer into the media room, he turned on the TV and popped the tape in the VCR. Settling on the couch, he popped his beer and hit 'play' on the remote.
After a few seconds of snow, the screen cleared to show a hotel room in what looked to be some kind of tropical setting. The camera panned over to show his ex-wife standing in the center of the room. Tom had to admit she looked beautiful, as usual, in her simple skirt and white blouse. Her legs were tan and bare.
"Hi Tom," she spoke. "This tape's for you. Just a little something for you to think of while your sitting there with your little girlfriend."
What the fuck? He thought, what kind of bitchy little thing is she going to do… He didn't have time to finish the thought when a young man, looked to be in his twenties, came into the frame behind Beth. Tom didn't recognize him, typical surfer-boy type with his long blond hair and tanned complexion. Tall kid, almost a head taller then Beth and Beth was tall herself.
"This is Mike. Say hi to Tom, Mike," Beth giggled.
"Hey Tom," Mike grinned.
Mike reached around Beth and pulled her long blond hair back over her shoulder. His hand caressed her still lovely neck and then started to unbutton her blouse. Tom was stunned. The camera zoomed in to follow Mike's hands as they slowly opened each button of his ex-wife's silk blouse, a V of tanned skin showing as the opening plunged lower and lower. Mike eventually reached her skirt and pulled the blouse out of the waistband and open. Beth didn't have a bra on and Tom was shocked to see that while she was tanned, there were no tan-lines on her breasts. He hadn't seen his wife's naked torso in almost a year and was stunned at how good she looked. He had heard she was spending a lot of time at the gym. It showed. Her normally flat belly now rippled, shit, she had fucking six-pack abs! Her arms were toned, even her fucking tits looked perkier. He stared at the screen, wondering if she had them done. He concluded not.
"Do you like my tan Tom?" Beth asked from the screen. "I got it here in Negril. That's where I met Mike. You'll be happy to know that I'm having a great time spending your money."
"Bitch," Tom muttered to the screen.
On the screen, Mike was fumbling at the back of Beth's skirt. Tom heard a zipper and Beth's skirt fluttered to the floor to puddle at her ankles. She had the tiniest pair of panties on. Damm, she looked good. Her legs had always been her best feature and now they were even better, toned, defined, fucking sculpted, Tom thought.
Mike hooked his hands in Beth's panties and started to push them down over her hips and at about that point Tom realized this guy was stripping his wife. Ex-wife. Shit! Tom watched as Beth's panties fell to the floor. Beth stood there, naked and proud of her new figure. Tanned all over except for the smallest white patch over her pubis – which Tom was shocked to see had been shaved bare. Something else she had never done for him.
Beth stretched languidly, displaying her body for the camera, reaching over her shoulder to cup Mike's head which bent in to nuzzle her neck. His hands roamed over her body, caressing a nipple to hardness, skirting across her firm belly.
"I have another new friend too," Beth smiled. She beckoned to someone off camera. A large black man came into view, grinning. "This is Nigel. Say hi to Tom, Nigel."
"Hello Tom," Nigel grinned at the camera. The musical lilt of the islands in his voice.
