This is a work of fantasy; it involves divorce, new love between an older man and young woman. His daughter's marriage plans bring about a surprise ending.
I knew the coming discussion would change my life, yet I debated with myself whether it was for the better or worse. My wife decided that we could not live together anymore and filed for divorce. The court served papers on me today.
I spent most of the day packing my clothes and personal belongings into a small U-Haul. The discussion we began was how to split joint property. I knew she wanted the property in town with higher real estate value. She knew I wanted the property at the lake with a lower real estate value. We had to split our joint investment holdings.
After receiving the filing from the court, I canceled high-speed cable at home, ordered my TV service moved. I already packed the wide screen TV and receiver/decoder. I was clear with her, "If you want those services, you call to set them up. Don't expect me to do it for you."
We discussed alimony and I was clear on that as well. "You have to share all your personal money accounts with the court just like I do. You have much more money saved, you will have this house, and we will wait for the court to decide alimony. I will not agree to anything now."
She had a lawyer known for fighting and he was expensive. I telephoned divorce lawyers who were familiar with her lawyer's antics, knew how to counter him, and would work for a reasonable rate.
After several months of fighting, we had an agreement, an agreement that meant she got nothing from me, and a large bill from her expensive lawyer. The court date came; our lawyers' appeared for us, we did not have to appear. The judge adjudicated the order and we were divorced.
My name is Carl, 50 years old, and living at the lake, working to make the property more presentable and valuable, has helped me loose weight and get more fit. I am just a bit over six feet two inches tall, light brown hair, and green eyes. I began riding my bicycle around the seven lakes that make up the SID I live in, giving me stronger legs and a firmer ass. I am average in every way including penal endowment.
After the divorce, I made changes to my work habits by cutting back on quarterly teaching contracts. Rather than burning myself out with six contracts, I cut back to three. I started a regular garage sale business. One week I scour for cheap buys and the next, I sell them for a small profit. I don't make a lot of money in the business but it is tax-free money.
In recent weeks, maybe the past three months, one of my neighbors, single and in her early 30s, spends a lot of time helping around the property and helping with garage sales. We enjoy having dinner together, having a couple beers or glasses of wine together. We have not moved the relationship to a sexual level although neither of us opposed it; we never talked about it. Friendship is more important to us than having a romp in bed.
Let me describe Beth. What I find most inviting about her is her intellectual ability to have a deep conversation on many subjects. She is a research fellow at a teaching hospital, although not a doctor, she is medically trained in pharmacology. She is about five feet eight inches tall and overall a petite slender body. I'm guessing her bust is a 36A, waist would have to be probably 23 or 24, and hips are maybe 34 or 35. She is fit and healthy with nice muscle tone in her arms and fit toned legs from jogging.
Her body is attractive; however, her lovely face sparks my attention. Her hair is not true blond but not dark enough to call brown. Beth's eyes are a shimmering blue-green, her mouth fixed in a smile that brightens the day and illuminates the night.
She has never married and is recovering from a bad relationship in which her ex mentally abused her. We are both in recovery mode and not ready to go further, or so I thought.
One Friday evening in early September, Beth suggested we have dinner at her home. This is not an unusual request, as we like to both cook for each other and experiment with ingredients. "Good idea," I replied. "I need to clean up a bit, take a shower, and get some fresh clothes on. What do you want me to bring?"
"Bring an appetite and an imagination," Beth winked. "In one hour." Beth hurried off to her place and I imagined she would shower and refresh herself as well. What was in the wink, I questioned silently.
I knocked on Beth's door exactly one hour later. She greeted me wearing one of her light cotton summer dresses. It was a light pastel blue-green like her eyes, clung to her torso revealing her curves, and flared at the waste to allow freedom of movement. Tonight, the dress, or her in it, or both was more attractive than usual and I complemented her, "You look stunning tonight, Beth."
"I want to be stunning tonight, stunning you in particular." Then she did stun me. "Carl, how come you have never made advances?"
Taken aback by the direct question, I paused to consider what I read in her face, her eyes. "Beth, we are both overcoming break ups. Are you ready to add a new element to our relationship?"
"Carl, look at me. Tell me what you see." Her words held a new level of meaning. I knew what the answer she wanted and felt I was ready to give it to her.
"Beth, I see a woman, attractive woman, mysterious woman, a woman I desire. Come here, Beth, let me make an advance." Beth walked slowly toward me; stopping just inches away, apprehensive and hesitant. I opened my arms to her, she closed the final inches and we embraced not as friends rather as two people about to become intimate. I kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around me.
We swayed in each other's arms for a long hug until we both broke. "I think you know what the desert is, Carl. What shall we have for dinner?"
My body gave off all the signals of being a man, I felt my arousal growing and dared to answer, "We could skip to desert." Beth blushed brightly although she stepped back into the embrace we previously had.
I hugged her tightly with one arm while the other found the zipper tab of her dress. Beth did not stop me as I pulled the zipper. The zipper pull stopped low on the small of Beth's back. Beth dropped her arms to her side letting the dress fall from her shoulders and moments later lay in a crumpled pile on the floor; I gazed on her naked body in complete awe.
"Amazing, beautiful," I could not say more. I took Beth back into my arms and kissed her. Beth pulled on my pant button and found my zipper. My pants took their place with her dress on the floor; I wore no briefs. Beth wrapped a hand around my cock and used the other to begin lifting my knit shirt off. I helped pull my shirt over my head and within seconds, we were both naked.