I had to admit that I was surprised when my ex phoned me that afternoon to invite me over to her place -- our old place -- that evening. When Sonja and I split up 6 months earlier we didn't exactly part company on the best of terms. We had been together for almost seven years and I truly believe we were both certain that we had found our soul mates. For Sonja, it was her second go round at marriage and she brought two young kids into our relationship. I had also been married once, but thankfully had no baggage. Although Sonja's ex kept contact with his kids every other weekend, I readily accepted the role of father to them when they were in our house.
Sonja and I seemed to think alike on everything; raising her kids, our leisure activities, home renovations, sex... everything. It seemed almost too good to be true, and unfortunately it turned out that it was. We ended up having a big fight after Sonja found out that I was visiting some websites that were, in her opinion, a little too kinky. I tried to defend myself, but Sonja's mind was made up, and when that happens there's no going back. She began to worry that I was no longer sexually attracted to her and needed these 'lurid fantasies' in order to prime myself for sex. That, ultimately, was the beginning of the end. Two months later I was moving out of the house that I...that we... had put a lot of blood sweat and tears into, a house that I had hoped that we would grow old in together.
So there I was at the office on a Friday afternoon, intent on merely finishing out the day and then heading home. My big plans for the evening were to go out to my local pub to see if I could meet up with the cute blonde that I had been working on for a few weeks. That's when my cell phone rang. I was surprised to see Sonja's cell number on the call display since we hadn't talked at all since I had moved out. I had no idea what to expect, so I answered with a little trepidation.
"Hi there."
"Hi Dave. It's been a long time. How are you doing?"
"OK I guess. How about you?"
"Not bad. Staying busy. Listen, I know this is kind of awkward so I'll just get to the point. I don't know about you, but I've been thinking about you a lot since you left..."
"Me too. I've never been able to get you out of my head."
"Really?" Sonja sounded truly surprised...happily surprised. I was surprised myself to hear her speak like this and my heart skipped a beat as I thought that there might be a chance, even the slightest chance of a reconciliation.
"Sonja, I told you that I never stopped loving you, and that's still true today. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about you and wish that we had never split up."
"So how come you've never called?"
"I...I can't really say. I guess I thought you were so mad at me you never wanted to see me again."
"You should have at least tried. It would have showed me that you still cared."
"I'm sorry. I just felt really bad about what happened and didn't want to hurt you any more."
"Well, I've been waiting for your call and it never came. Finally I thought that if I felt strongly enough about what we had, maybe I shouldn't wait for you and make a move myself...and that's why I'm calling you today. To see if you'd like to stop by the house tonight...say around 8:00. The kids will be with their dad tonight for the weekend."
"Sounds great...can I bring anything?"
"No...the house is pretty well stocked. Just do me one favour."
" Sure, you name it."
"Well, I don't want the neighbours talking, so if you don't mind could you come in a cab? I don't want them to see your car out front. Eight should be dark enough that you can slip in without drawing any attention."
I thought it was kind of a weird request, but agreed. I didn't want to do anything that would mar the evening. I was completely useless the rest of the afternoon, watching the clock go by, counting the minutes 'til I could leave. I went home to my apartment and paced. I felt just like I did when I was 15, nervously preparing myself for my first date. I carefully picked out my clothes and laid them out on the bed. Sonja always liked the way they looked on me. Now all I needed was to shower, shave and get ready. Once I was showered I put on her favourite cologne, and as an afterthought dabbed some on my taint and just above my cock. I was hard as a rock in anticipation of what I had hoped would be a great evening. I hadn't had sex at all since Sonja and just assumed that she was in the same boat as me. While she was gorgeous and sexy, she also had a couple of kids at home that would hold her back from jumping into a new relationship.
I called a cab and twenty minutes later found myself pulling up to my old house for the first time in six months. It felt pretty strange ringing the doorbell to a house where I had always just walked in for six years. Sonja answered the door within seconds. She was as radiant as I remembered.
"Hi, you're right on time. Now what are you hiding behind there?" She smiled as she craned her neck to see what I was concealing behind my back. I presented her the flowers. They were her favourites, a mix of Bird of Paradise, white lilies and purple iris. "My favourites...you remembered...how sweet. They're beautiful. C'mon in."
Sonja led me into the kitchen. She was already halfway through a bottle of wine. Now that was a good sign. She always got very horny when she was drinking.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Sure."
"Gin and tonic?" She knew me well.
"Sounds good." I watched as she pulled a bottle of Tanqueray from the cupboard and poured what looked like a triple over ice into a tall glass before topping it up with some tonic water and then a wedge of lime.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to get me drunk." I joked.
"What if I said I was?" she replied smiling. I hadn't expected flirting this early in the evening. This was looking good.
"I guess I'd say it's not necessary."
"You don't even know what I have in mind for tonight. Perhaps if you did you might want to drink up." Hmm, this was getting interesting. We made some small talk while we drank and flirted. The drink was definitely strong and I could feel a buzz from it already. Sonja took the opportunity to pour me a fresh drink as soon as I finished the first.
"Why don't we take these upstairs to finish them?" Sonja handed me my drink, picked up her wine and then headed for the stairway without even looking to see if I was following. I couldn't believe she was being this forward. She had obviously had a hard time going without sex for the past six months, and I was glad she did because she was about to unload all that energy on me.
I followed her perfect ass as it swayed back and forth up the stairs and down the hallway to the bedroom. Stopping me short she took my drink from me and placed it on the bedside table and then turned and sat on the edge of the bed crossing her legs.
