She Wanted a Divorce

I came home on a Friday night and my wife of 21 years was sitting at the dining room table with a glass of wine and a stack of papers.

"Jack, we need to talk," said my wife, Jesse.

As a long time reader of Literotica I realized my Friday night had just turned to shit. And forever more, it was referred to as 'That Friday.'

"May I change first Jesse?"

"Of course, Jack."

As I changed, I thought back through our married life. We had twin boys nine months after our honeymoon and then our daughter Julie two years later. We weren't rich but we were comfortable. And were able to enjoy an extra nice vacation last month now that the kids were out of the house. I made sure my suit was hung up perfectly, slipped on some sweats and prepared myself to head downstairs. It was time to hitch up my britches and head into the shit storm.

After sitting at the table, Jesse said, "Jack, I want a divorce."

"Why Jesse, have you found someone else?"

"Oh god no. But we've grown apart. We're more like roommates than husband and wife. We haven't slept in the same bed in years."

"You know you snore Jesse and we slept in the same bed when we were on the cruise last month."

There was a fury in her eye when she said, "Jack, please let me finish what I have to say before you interrupt me. This is going to be very hard for both of us."

"You have the floor, Jesse."

"First, let me say what a great husband you have been, a great father and a great provider. You anticipate the needs of the house, doing towels, grabbing milk, freshening up the bathroom or mopping the kitchen. My coworkers would kill for a husband like you."

"I'm alone all the time Jack. Maybe we watch TV together twice a week, but we usually have our noses buried in our phones. Once a week we may rent a movie online. On the weekends you go on your little backpacking trips. When your home, you spend most of your time in your office either looking at porn or working. Yes, I know you look at porn. I was happy about it in the beginning because I stopped feeling guilty when I would turn you down. But now you don't even try anymore."

Note to Self: How many times do you have to hear, 'not tonight' before you say fuck it. And I tried three times on the cruise only to hear, 'not tonight.'

Jesse was on a roll, I don't take her to dinner, I don't buy her flower, and another dozen "I don'ts." Jesse started getting into her summary:

"Since I'm living alone anyway, I might as well make it official. I had my lawyer prepare this separation agreement. Please have your lawyer look into it. I tried to be very fair. You keep your retirement stuff. I don't want any support. I had the house appraised and would like to buy out your half."

The prosecution rested.

"Jesse, are you sure you haven't found someone else, or maybe someone waiting in the wings?"

"Oh god no Jack, another man is the last thing I need."

"And you feel that divorce is the only option. No chance that we can go to counseling and solve these problems?"

"It's too late for that Jack."

"Well Jesse, I'm going to sleep on this and I'll give you my answer in the morning."

"Go ahead and sleep on it Jack, but you really have no choice in the matter."

I laid in bed, but I didn't really get any sleep. Jesse was looking at all the negatives in our lives. Was our marriage perfect, no. In the end Jesse had made up her mind and I wasn't going to be able to change it. I booked an extended stay hotel for the week, packed my clothes and hiking gear into my jeep, slipped into my closet and grabbed my suits and dress shoes. On the way out, I signed the divorce papers and left my ring on top.

An hour later, I received a text from Jesse saying, 'thank you.' That drove it home, there was a wish in my head that she would change her mind or have some regrets when she saw my signature on the papers. I didn't respond.

Our daughter Julie called a few minutes later: "I'm guessing mom dropped her shit storm on you last night. I'm very sorry dad, I've been trying to talk her out of it, but she made up her mind and built the reasons for her decision later. Are you okay?"

"Well, I think I've weathered tougher challenges. I feel sorry for your mom, she's so focused on the negatives in her life she's not seeing the full picture, a classic symptom of someone suffering from depression."

"She'll be more depressed by the end of the morning. I called the brothers this morning and filled them in on what mom was doing. I've never seen them that angry. They are calling her now and disowning her. I would too but someone has to be there for her. Why did I have to be the only daughter?"

"You were the lucky one. I need to finish unpacking and figure out my plans. I love you, Julie."

"I love you too dad and please don't hesitate to call me or the brothers if you need anything?"

After getting my laptop set up, I closed out our joint credit cards. I had my own I used for business. When the banks were open, I moved half the money into a new account for me and had my name removed from what had been our joint bank accounts. According to Literotica, it seems that's the first thing people do when anticipating a separation or divorce. I couldn't remember what I signed.

Both the boys called me on Sunday, cursing their mother and inviting me to dinner. I politely declined. There was no way I wanted to be sociable.

Monday, I went to my boss and told him I was taking my six-week vacation the following Monday. He wasn't happy, he really had no choice, but I explained the reasons and he agreed. I also made an appointment with HR to discuss my retirement options. I was fully vested in the old system and with over 30 years of service I should be able to. They were going to work up my pension and I would decide.

During that week, I found a nice furnished apartment and moved my stuff in.

I had always dreamed of backpacking the 2200 miles of the Appalachian Trail and a week after 'That Friday,' I was on my way to the trailhead in Georgia. There was no way I could get it done in the five weeks I had available for hiking, but it would still be a challenge.

Hiking the trail was a wonderful experience. Mostly college age kids and a few old-timers like me. The people were great, and I was exhausted by the time I camped for the night. Jesse faded from my mind. It wasn't all fun. One day it poured for 24 hours. The next day I was able to grab a ride at a road crossing and head into town to dry out my shit. Cell phone service on the trail was spotty at best so this was the first chance I got to check my messages. I was disappointed that there was nothing from Jesse. There were a bunch from my kids wanting to know if I was alive. I assured them I was. There was also a message from Jesse's lawyer asking when I would be available to sign the deed transfer. I deleted it.

It seemed the five weeks went by in a flash, and I was heading back to my apartment. I spent most of that first day back, washing clothes and showering.

Saturday morning, six weeks after 'That Friday,' Jesse was ringing my doorbell. I invited her in and offered her a cup of coffee. She had on makeup, maybe too much, and a casual but pretty dress.

We exchanged some pleasantries and then I asked, "Why are you here Jesse?"

"Jack, I've made a terrible mistake. That first night you were gone I realized it, although we hadn't shared the same bed, you were always nearby. For the first time in a long time, I experienced what it was like to be truly alone. Of course, I was too pigheaded to call you even after the kids called me, said I was a fucking idiot and never to call them again. I had no husband and no family. That didn't stop my pigheadedness."

"I want you back Jack, please forgive me and come home with me. We can go to counseling whatever you think we need."

"All the stuff you said it was too late for? How did you know I was home?"

"You still have phone tracker on, so we knew where you were. The kids have been tracking you on some Appalachian Trail map."

"Tell me this Jesse, have you been with someone since I left?"

Jesse looked into her coffee cup. I knew the answer. So much for not having someone in mind and her 'Oh god no Jack, another man is the last thing I need.'

I took her coffee cup from her and rinsed it in the sink. Then I grabbed her elbow and began guiding her to the door.

"It's time for you to leave Jesse."

"But Jack, it was after we were separated so I wasn't cheating. Won't you consider what I said?"

"It's too late for that Jesse."

She collapsed on my couch, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'll call you an Uber, you're not fit to drive."

"You're throwing me out?"

"Politely asking you to leave is how I would describe it."

When the uber was a minute out, I texted Julie and told her that her mother needed her, and she was on her way home in an Uber.

"We don't refer to her as mother anymore, we call her Jesse when we're trying to be nice, I'll call you when I'm on my way."

Julie called me minutes later, "I'm guessing Jesse's attempt to reconcile didn't go according to her plans. She kept telling me you loved her and would take her back. I told her she's a fucking idiot."

"She told me she was with someone else."

"Well, I'm glad she did because I thought I was going to have to tell you. She had the nerve to call me on Saturday morning, a week after 'That Friday' to tell me she just got back from her date. She started talking like she was going to give me all the details. I told her to 'shut the fuck up,' that she had just burned the only bridge that would allow the two of you to get back together. On no, she insisted, you loved her and would always take her back. I told her she was a fucking idiot and to never call me again. Now I must go babysit her ass. Why didn't you have a second daughter. I'm almost at the house, I'll call you later."

The boys called and invited me to one of their houses for a barbecue on Sunday. I was getting ready to make an excuse when they told me it wasn't optional. They all freaked out about how thin I was. I told them that the trail always takes fifteen pounds. After dinner, the conversation turned to Jesse. They wanted to know if I would take her back.

"I wouldn't say never, but I can't imagine any universe here I would." There was a sigh of relief and then a round of Jesse bashing. Seeing how supportive my children were brought a tear to my eye.

"May I interject, we're here because your mother focused on only the negative things in her world. You guys are doing the same thing to your mother."

The highlight of the gathering was when Steve, the oldest of the twins by five minutes, announced that he and his wife were expecting. My first grandchild!

Jesse started daily phone calls and text messages to try and get me to talk to her. The phone calls went to voice mail. I responded to the text messages either "It's too late' or 'Go ahead and sleep on it Jack, but you really have no choice in the matter.' Those were her responses when I tried to save our marriage.

Jessed added daily love letters to her mix. I read one, telling me how great our relationship was, and she was sorry she didn't realize it until it was too late. I highlighted 'too late' and sent it back to her. The rest I just wrote 'return to sender' on them.

She would also lay in wait for me when I got home from work. Unfortunately, I would have to work into the new year before I could retire. I finally had to have a restraining order against her. She was banned from phone calls, text messages and letters. I had some peace.

Ben, an old friend of mine always had a big shindig on the Saturday before Labor Day. We went every year. He called me to tell me that Jesse was not invited. I was happy to join that party as I had for as long as I can remember.

When I knocked on the front door, Ben pulled me aside and said that Jesse was out back. No one knows how she got there.

"Thanks Ben, I'll handle it."

Jesse rushed over to me as soon as I entered the backyard, gave me a kiss on the cheek and latched onto my arm. She stayed at my side with a big smile on her face as the other guests greeted me.

When we were alone, I dragged her to the side of the house after grabbing her purse.

"What the fuck are you doing here Jesse, you weren't invited and you're violating the restraining order. Everyone knows we're separated. You are embarrassing yourself, me and my lifelong friends."

By this time, I was almost at her car.

"Go home Jesse. I'm calling the police if you're not gone withing five minutes. And who's going to bail you out?"

"Why won't you take me back Jack."

"Let's see, ambushing me on a Friday night with divorce papers, kicking my teeth in with the horrible way I treated you, and then fucking some guy six days after I signed the divorce papers. Was the fucking ink even dry? There will never be another 'us' Jesse. As you said to me when I was begging you to stay, 'you really have no choice, Jesse.' I'm calling the police.

Jesse was sobbing as she drove away. Ben and his wife Jill were standing by my side.

Jill said, "I have a plan, Jack. I think she'll give up if she thinks you've moved on. A young friend of mine is willing to help."

Jill introduced me to Sue, a twenty something with a hot bod wrapped in a tiny bikini. She spent the afternoon at my side with her tits pressed against me. It had been a long time since I had female contact and my body was reacting like it should and Sue noticed.

"Wait a minute," she said, "Your wife dumped one of the nicest guys on the planet, and you have a large package."

While Sue flirted with me, Jill was taking pictures that showed us in the background and posted them on social media. Sue made sure my hand was on her bare ass in some of them.

I assumed once the evening started dying down, Sue would wind down her game, but instead she was all over me. We started kissing and she put my hands on her tits. Her hand slid down to my crotch, and she asked me to take her to bed. In my head I thought she was way too young for me, that and she'll probably kill me.

But I let her lead me into a bedroom. Jill told her we could use this room all night. Did she realize how old I was? She pushed me back onto the bed, pulled out my cock and started working into her throat. She felt so good and those bright blue eyes, blonde hair and my cock deep in her mouth.

"I'm not going to last long," I said.

"I'd be disappointed if you did, and I hope you've been saving it for a while. But I love this cock, jeez, and your wife gave it away. I can't wait to have it in my other holes."

It welled up through my balls and she sucked every drop out of me. I was laying there, and she lay alongside me. I realized she had lost the top of her bikini, and she was playing with one of her nipples.

"Do you like my tits Jack, they like you. Feel how hard my nipples are."

I pushed her onto her back and started sucking on her nipples. She was moaning. I slid down and went to work on her pussy, a bare pussy. Sue came three times and begged me to put my cock into her cunt. I obliged.

"Easy cowboy with that cannon," she said.

Before I was all the way in, she announced she was coming, A few minutes later she said, 'feel my cunt contracting as I come again.' I started pushing into her a little harder and she started moaning 'oh god.'

She rolled me over and said she needed to drive for a bit. Just watching her ride up and down on my cock was a wet dream in itself. She handed me my phone and told me to take a picture as she covered her tits. She continued to ride and asked me to feel the continuous orgasms flowing through her. I wanted to come so I flipped her back over and started fucking her as hard as I could. Sue was screaming, asking me to put a baby in her as we came.

We were spooning when she said, "I'm sorry Jack, I really wanted to feel that rocket in my ass tonight, but you've worn me out."

The two of us were laying there when Ben's wife Jill knocked on the door. "I hope you guys are decent, except for Jack. I want a picture of this for a certain ex-wife."

She got a shot of Sue with her head on my shoulder. She was clearly naked although the important bits were covered along with my important bit.

Jill sent a copy to Jesse; she also sent me a copy. If I was that kind of guy, I would be sharing that with the guys in the locker room. Sue and I got up and were looking for our clothes. I didn't realize Jill was still there looking at me funny. Susan was complaining that she would walking bowlegged all day.

Jill had prepared breakfast, and we headed downstairs. While eating I asked Jill to spill it.

"Ok Jack. I saw how Jesse latched onto you and thought a little competition would put her in her place, so I called one of my work friends. Unfortunately, Jesse was gone by the time Sue arrived. We switched to getting a bunch of shots with you and Sue, mostly in the background, and posted them on social media. Whatever happened after that is all on her.

"Did you see the bulge in his pants when I was rubbing my tits against him. I wanted some of that. And Jill, I saw you checking out his bulge."

"Whose bulge is Jill checking out," asked Ben as he came into the kitchen. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room.

He kissed Jill and said, "What's the rule?"

"We can look all we want, but no touching, most of the time," Jill said as she gave me a wink.

My daughter called while we were eating, "What the fuck dad, mom's screaming at me because of that picture you posted. If I was a guy, I would be giving you a high five."

"Julie, I have no idea what picture you're talking about."

"I'll send it you."

"Oh, that picture. Jill took it I guess she sent into your mother. Jesse showed up here yesterday even though she was not invited."

Julie added, "I saw the pictures Jill posted on social media with you and the blond in the background. If that doesn't push her back, nothing will. I hope you enjoyed yourself."

Sue asked for my number and address before she left and became frequent visitors to my apartment. I swore she was going to fuck me into an early grave.

Another Friday and I got a strange text from Ben: "Jill has my permission."

I was trying to type some intelligible response when there was a knock on my door. Jill was there looking delicious. I always thought of her as very attractive but tonight she was stunning.

"Are you going to invite me in Jack or just stand there gawking,"

She kissed me on the lips as she walked by me into my apartment.

Jill asked for a glass of wine, and I poured her one. With my own glass full, I sat down across from her.

"So, what's this about Jill?"

"I assume you got Ben's text."

I nodded.

"Ben and I have a unique relationship where we occasionally allow the other to have sex with a different partner. We try and keep it under control, every encounter outside our marriage has to be approved by the both of us. And there's a requirement that things be equal. Obviously, it's easier for a woman to get laid. That's why Ben is spending the night with Sue."

Jill started taking off her dress.

"Please don't Jill." She looked at me confused. "I can't do anything with you because you're married to Ben. Even though he knows you're here. It's just wrong. You're a beautiful woman and if you weren't married to Ben, we would be in my bed right now. But having sex with a married woman goes against my principles."

Jill put her dress back on and stared into her wine glass. There was a tear in one eye.

"Jack, from the moment Ben suggested this, I knew this was where it would end. Ben saw the lust in my eyes when I was looking at your cock. I also saw the lust in his eyes when he looked at Sue. You're a good man Jack. But now I'm in sort of a quandary. The whole point of our deal is to keep it even."