Their marriage break up was a long time coming, but still a shock to both when they finally made the break. Cath and Martin had been married ten long years, the first nine were good, the last not so good. The trouble first started when Martin flirted with a girl named Trish at a party; well it was a bit more than flirting really. To be fair, it probably wasn't all Martins fault, a few drinks too many and Trish, a pretty girl with no morals coaxed him outside to a secluded part of a garden. When Cath found them, her husbands hand was up the skirt of Trish who in turn had a hand down his trousers. An unbelieving Cath stood and watched a few seconds as their lips touched briefly; then she walked up her husband and hit him as hard as she could.
Over the next few days, no amount of apologies could console Cath. She felt betrayed and hurt. While Martin had explained what happened, and that it was just a little bit of harmless fun that wouldn't have gone any further, Cath just couldn't let it go. The trust had gone and gone forever, and it ate away at her. She knew that women were attracted to Martin; he was tall, handsome, blonde and blue-eyed. He had the gift of the gab and a ready smile. But a big part of marriage was being faithful, and now Cath considered that he couldn't be trusted. Before that eventful party, Cath used to think it was quite entertaining to watch the opposite sex ogle her husband, although the wedding band on his finger should be enough to warn them that flirting was only just acceptable, anything further was not. While some people may consider that any flirting was unacceptable by married spouses, the fact was that Martin was a natural charmer. As a marketing manager for a large company, he had to be. Martin was just plain friendly, he liked to smile, laugh and have a good time; people were naturally drawn to him, and unfortunately around half the population is female, with only a small percentage being lesbian.
What was probably unfair about all this was that Martin had never been unfaithful to Cath. He enjoyed the flirting but had in most cases managed to extract himself from sticky situations by flashing his wedding band. It would be true to say that it didn't deter some women, but he avoided any further complications by simply walking away. The truth was that he loved Cath, and while he'd bedded many women before he met her, he was content with her in every way. She was his kind of woman; tall, pretty, brunette, big busted with a curvy figure and shapely legs. She was intelligent, a software programmer for a successful company, her common sense blended with an irresistible sense of humour. And she loved sex, there was nothing like waking up in the morning with her warm lips firmly around his erection, it caused him to be late for work usually once a week. Another one of her favourite tricks was to try and distract him while he was watching his favourite sport on TV. She would sit opposite him, lift her skirt and slide a vibrator down her panties. She wouldn't say a word, just look at him with a lustful smirk to see how long it would take him to turn off the TV.
As time went on and Cath's anger dissipated, it was replaced with distrust and possessiveness which began to eat away at both of them. They tried counselling several times, and for a while everything would be okay, then things would just deteriorate again. The option of separation was discussed for a few months before they agreed that it was probably for the best, although the reality of it was hard to accept for both of them. The night before the separation, they made tender love for the last time, and then cried in each others arms. The next morning, Martin left their apartment for the last time. They avoided each other for a whole month, but were drawn back together to discuss the sale of the apartment; an offer had been made, but was it good enough?
It had been a difficult month for Martin, he thought he'd enjoy all the fruits of freedom, but after bedding two different women, he found it not to be. He realised that sex with Cath had been something special; the more recent promiscuous condomed romps with two attractive new partners were not. More than that, he missed Cath's company, her closeness, laughter and thoughtfulness as much as the good sex.
They agreed to meet for lunch in a hotel restaurant on a Monday; he arrived early and waited nervously for her arrival. He picked a secluded table so they could talk freely. He watched the male heads turn as Cath entered the restaurant; she looked beautiful as she smiled and moved towards the table. A dark blue business suit sat perfectly on her, the dress reaching just below her knees showing off tanned legs below. His heart fluttered as she unexpectedly bent down and kissed him on the cheek, her familiar perfume bringing back instant memories.
"How are you?" she asked settling down into a chair opposite him.
"Okay. How about you?"
Cath smiled, "I'm fine."
They sat and looked into each others eyes for the first time in a month, Cath's hand trembled noticeably on the table and Martin reached across and hooked a finger around one of hers. She smiled and his heart fluttered, he would have been heartened to know that hers was doing the same. Who knows what might have been said at that moment if the waiter hadn't disturbed them and returned them to the present world. Over the next hour, they ate and talked; both enjoying each others company, and agreed to turn down the offer on the apartment on the grounds that it wasn't high enough. In reality it was market price, but there were other reasons also, like maybe it was too final. It was probably at the time they should've been thinking of returning to work when the sex thing came up.
"How do you like being single again?" Cath asked out of the blue.
He pulled a face, "I don't really like it to be honest."
Cath smiled, "Don't tell me the opposite sex has abandoned you in your hours of need?"
He smiled, "Do you really want to know?"
She took a sip of her coffee and pondered the question for a few seconds.
"Yeah, go on tell me."
"I've done it twice."
"And?" she inquired not quite liking his answer.
He shrugged his shoulders, "I can't say I didn't enjoy it, but…."
"But what?" she asked when he didn't elaborate further.
"It left me feeling empty inside, and I couldn't wait to get away."
"Why, were they dogs or something?"
Martin shook his head, "No, it's just different without any love."
Cath smiled, "That's nice to hear."
"How are you going anyway? Met anyone special?"
Cath's demeanour changed slightly, but enough for Martin to pick up on.
"Well?" he asked.
"Do you really want to know?" she asked turning the tables.
"Yes." he lied.
Cath looked around to make sure that no one could hear and then leaned forward across the table, "I got laid last night."
Martin's heart sunk with despair, the thought of another man between her lovely thighs made him nauseous, his heart almost stopped beating.
"And you're right." she continued. "Sex ain't all that great without love, exciting but not great."
"Anyone I know?" he mumbled coming to terms with her confession.
Cath shook her head, "Nope, met him at a party at Wendy's. One thing kind of led to another."
"What happened?"
"Do you want the overall picture or the blow by blow account?" she asked.
"The latter I think."
Cath smiled, "Do really want me to tell you all about it? I don't wanna hear all about your recent exploits."
Martin toyed with the idea, he knew he should just walk away from this, but he couldn't. He wanted to hear all about it, knowing full well how much it would hurt.
"Yeah, go on tell me."
Cath leaned back and dabbed her mouth with a paper napkin, then she swapped chairs so that she was sitting close to Martin on his left.
"Okay, this is what happened. But if you want me to stop, just say so. As I said, I went to Wendy's for a BBQ. There were some of the usual crowd there, but others I hadn't met before. Ben was a friend of someone else and was invited to come along. We struck up a conversation on the deck while we were eating. I guess I sort of encouraged him at first. He was kinda of cute in a rugged sort of way; and he made me laugh. Something that I haven't done much of lately. He'd recently broken up with a long term girlfriend, and the conversation drifted around the getting over it all. He already knew about me, Wendy had already told him that I was recently separated. We just sat and talked hours the hours away."
"Being a Sunday, everyone began to drift away about eleven I guess. Ben lived closed by, and I ended up at his place. To be honest, sex wasn't on my agenda, I just thought we'd carry on talking like we'd done all night. We were sitting on the couch in the lounge, when out of the blue; Ben just leaned over and kissed me. It caught me by surprise, but it was kinda nice and I didn't stop him."
Cath stopped talking and looked directly into Martin's eyes, "Do want me to keep going?"
He swallowed and nodded.
"Okay, you asked for it." she said and leaned close across the table again.
"We just kissed for awhile; then he put a hand on my breast, just trying to gauge my reaction I think."
"What were you wearing?" Martin asked.
"Black top and jeans. Anyway, he soon had a hand up my top playing with my breasts and I didn't stop him. Then his hand was on my leg and moving upwards, I can remember thinking whether I should stop him or not. But my legs were soon spread and his hand playing with my pussy. He was a real sharp operator, because minutes later, my jeans and panties were undone and around my ankles before I knew it. He leaned down and removed them over my feet and knelt between my legs. I thought he was gonna try and do it to me then and there without a condom so I stopped him. I let him go when I realised he was only gonna give me a licking. It was good too, he was at it for quite a while but I was too nervous to cum. Then he stood in front of me with a big bulge in his jeans. I knew want he wanted me to do. I unzipped him and let his cock out."
