After forty years I realized it was over. What had once been a burning bonfire of passion had slowly burned itself out. When it was low I tried to stoke it and when it was just a flicker of a flame I fed it. When it was just a glowing ember I fanned it .But one morning I woke next to her, rolled over, and placed my hand against her perfect sixty-eight years old ass. When she swatted at my hand and scolded me for waking her up I realized that all that was left of that fire was a pile of ash, never to be rekindled with even the best spark I could provide.
Over the last few years I had retired so I could give her more of my time. I would bring her flowers when there wasn't really any reason for them. I cooked her favorite foods for her and I occasionally brought her chocolate. I never missed an anniversary, birthday, Valentines Day, etc. Last year she ignored all of those.
Despite all that, our divorce was fairly amicable. I let her have the house. It was all paid for. The only things I took were my tools and some personal effects. I moved a few miles away to the next town over. Life went on, albeit a fairly lonely one. I managed to hook up a few times but mostly my life was now centered around a few "bar buddies" and shooting pool. I did have occasional contacts with my kids and grand-kids but they were actually more inclined to be sympathetic to my ex. I understood. I had always tried to be there for their special events but since she never had a job she had always been the go-to parent.
So it was a real surprise when I got a call from my youngest daughter asking for my help and advice. Her job had moved her out west and she had just purchased her first home. She really just wanted me to be there and be a handyman and I had nothing better to do so I loaded a bunch of tools into my little SUV and drove 2000 miles to help her. She is single with no children but has a job where she only has to commute to an office twice a week The rest of the time she works from home.
The house had good bones but needed a lot of cosmetic work and landscaping. I figured it was about a three month project but I was OK with that. What I didn't count on was the lack of oxygen at almost seven thousand feet. Other than the occasional business trip that took me to the upper elevation cities, I had spent my whole life living within a couple hundred feet above sea level and most of it at less than fifty. I felt like a guppy that jumped out of the bowl after just a half hour of not very strenuous work. I now knew it was going to take me at least six months to finish the "Daddy Do" list of projects.
I mostly got my chores done in the morning and had found a local bar where I could hang out and have a couple of beers in the late afternoon, after which I would go home and fix dinner for the two of us. One day I got home and there was a strange car in the drive. I thought that maybe my little girl had found a boyfriend. Imagine my surprise to walk in the house and see my ex-wife!
They apologized for the shock and my wife gave me a kiss on the cheek. They already had dinner prepared and I was sort of numb as I sat down. I don't even remember what it was they had cooked. After dinner my daughter made some flimsy excuse to go to the store.
My ex asked if we could talk. I told her I was open to it and we retired to the family room. She told me she wanted a reset. I had tried so many times and done so much that I wasn't sure but I agreed to give it one last go. Forty years of marriage and raising four kids is a tough history to throw away.
That night she came to bed naked and I once again, got to taste her sweet pussy and drink her warm juices as she came. She returned the favor by giving me a nice long sweet blowjob like she had the first night we met. I woke her in the morning by licking that pussy again and finally gently sliding my cock inside her. She began to cum almost instantly and I felt like we maybe could fuel that fire again.
That was the apex. Within a week she was back to her old frigid self and was sleeping in the third bedroom.
That sent me back to the local bar. Usually it's pretty deserted in mid-afternoon but on this day there were three guys there I casually knew and a young girl sitting a few stools away from them. She was covered in tramp stamps, one of which was on her back, yet visible because of the short top she had on, An arrow pointed down and above it were the words "Enter Hear". (Yes it was misspelled)
She asked my name and I hers. "I'm Jen. Perhaps you've heard of me? I used to work here." I had indeed, but declined to tell her that I had heard she was a slut that used to work there and seemed to have learned how to make better tips by giving blow-jobs in the alley out back.
In addition to the tats she had fairly nice unconstrained tits, was a bit overweight, and with a soft ass. I bought her a drink and she moved closer to me. I complemented her artwork and she proceeded to show me more. She pulled up her top and underneath the nipple to my left it said "Hot". On the right it said "Cold"
