The next couple of days were busy. I talked to Sarah every night, promising to keep in touch with her while I was in the city. Wednesday morning, I packed up my car and started driving.
My drive back to the city that I grew up in was filled with thoughts of Sarah. How her body felt in my arms, how her lips felt pressed up against mine ... I wondered if I was making a mistake getting involved with her, with her damaged psyche while my own was still in turmoil. I admitted to myself, again, that I had strong feelings for her, but I was afraid of hurting her further. I finally decided that I was just going to have to play things by ear, feel them out and see how they go. Until then, I was a single, unattached man going to a wedding. A wedding hopefully filled with attractive, single women. And my ex-wife.
That evening, I was comfortably encamped in my friend Jim's condo. Jim had made a large fortune in the tech industry, selling his company just before the bubble burst, and one of the first things that he did was to buy this condo. A duplex unit, Jim's condo took up parts of the 14th and 15th floors of a converted warehouse in downtown Chicago. On the lower level, there was a deck running the length of the unit with glass walls and sliding doors, with a small balcony attached to the master bedroom on the top floor.
I had called Jim so we could meet up while I was in town for the wedding, but he told me that he already had plans to be on vacation with his latest girlfriend. He did offer the loft to me while he was gone, so I wouldn't have to pay for a hotel room.
I decided to go out for a bite to eat that night, picking up some beer on my way back to the condo. I opted to stay in after dinner, knowing that the next couple of nights were going to be very busy. As promised, I called Sarah before I went to bed, and was happy that she sounded upbeat.
I called Sarah before I left for the rehearsal dinner the next night, telling her that I didn't know what time I would be getting back and didn't want to worry about waking her. A little while later I got to the restaurant and was greeted by my son and his fiancΓ©. I had met her before, and liked her. She was very good for him, and kept him grounded. To my surprise, my ex, who I hadn't seen in five years, was very cordial to me.
Jan sat next to me during the dinner, and I could tell that she was trying very hard to put on the charm. 'Don't be nervous. He's still a man, and you've done this before,' I heard during a lull in the conversation. 'You know what you need to do, and you do NEED it!'
Now I was intrigued as to what she was planning. Early on, it seemed like her plan was to try to seduce me. She spent a lot of time laughing at things that I said, touching my arm more than I could remember since we were first dating, and a couple of times I felt her rubbing her leg against mine. She was by my side, like we were still married, almost all night.
I tried to spend most of the night talking to my son and his fiancΓ©, as well as her parents, who were also divorced, and Jan clung to my side like she was trying to make it look like we were still together, which was very annoying considering the fact that I wanted to try to get to know my son's gorgeous future mother-in-law a little better.
Throughout the night, I heard her thinking things like, 'You can do this.' 'We need this. He's the only option that we have.' That made me wonder who 'we' was and what she 'needed' me for. Most surprising, I heard her think, after a couple of drinks, 'Hell, look at him! He looks like he's still in good shape, so at least you might be able to get laid. You KNOW he can do that! And well!'
One of the reasons that we split up was the fact that as our marriage grew longer, Jan started getting this sense of entitlement, thinking that her duties, and her ONLY duties, lay no further than our house. That would have been fine, had she actually done anything around the house. Or even if she had done ME once in a while. Now she is planning on using me to get laid?
Experience told me that once she started drinking, I would be able to find out more about what she was up to, and she would be easier to read. I knew that my best course of action was to keep my mouth shut, play stupid, 'listen' to her, and see what she was up to.
As the dinner was ending, Jan was getting drunk and I wasn't getting a lot from her thoughts, other than worry. I decided to give her a little push to try and get her to act.
'It's getting late. You need to make your move soon!' I sent to her.
"The dinner is ending soon," she told me, hooking her hand in my arm. "It's still early, do you want to go have a drink?"
"Sure, why not?" I replied. I went around and said my good-byes to everyone. Jan met me at the doors and we walked into the hotel bar together.
At her suggestion we sat at a table, and a waitress came up quickly and took our order. We made small talk until we had our drinks, and then, just as I expected, she started.
'Ok, you can do this. Don't be nervous! Start by playing on his emotions, then get him upstairs. You've got him from there!'
"Do you ever think about us?" she asked, just starting to slur her words.
'Really?' I thought to myself. 'THAT is your approach? To bring up memories of our failed marriage?'
"Yeah, I do," I told her. "I prefer to think about the early days, and not the last few years, though."
'Shit! Why did he have to go there?'
"I know," she replied, clearly hurt by my shot about the end of our marriage. "Those were fun days."
"I think we did it in every room in that first apartment," she said, laughing.
"Every room but the kitchen," I answered. "We did it in the open on the back porch, the sun porch overlooking the courtyard in the front, and even on the stairs going up to the apartment after a night out drinking, but never in the kitchen. I never understood that."
'Damn! I've got to go for it, or I'll lose him!'
"What do you say we go upstairs to my room and relive some of those memories," she asked in a husky voice, trying to sound sexy. She leaned over and placing her hand on my thigh, just below my cock. "And then maybe make some more?"
"I'll even let you cum all over my face," she said.
I looked at her for a second and then reached my hand up to the back of her head. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her in to me like I was going to kiss her.
"I will cum anywhere that I want," I told her as she gasped. When we were married, the only places that I was "allowed" to cum other than inside her pussy or mouth, which was a rarity, was on her ass and lower back, and then I had to get a wash cloth and clean her off right away. "Anywhere, any time, any place!"
'Tell him yes! You need him! You'll do anything to get him to help!' I sent to her.
"Yes," she replied softly. "Anything. Anywhere!"
I suppose now is as good a time as any to describe Jan, physically. Standing on the taller side for a woman, she is 5'7", and a "life-long size 10," in her words. Yes, that was very important to her. Throughout the years, she somehow kept her body in pretty good shape, but her face made her look older than she really was. A life-long smoker and binge drinker, her habits combined with genetics were not a kind combination. She was still an attractive woman, but nothing like when we first met. Then again, I'm sure I was nothing like I was back then either.
"No," I told her, removing her hand from my leg. I then decided to send her a command.
'Damn! You lost him!' I sent her. 'Go upstairs and call her so you can come up with a better plan. Get her involved. She has just as much to lose, get her to sacrifice something and help me!'
I still didn't know what she was up to, but I had a strong feeling that her best friend Christine had something to do with it. I knew that this would be a good way to keep her on her toes and possibly make a mistake for me to take advantage of.
'Yes! Christine has as even more to lose! She should get her ass involved here! I'm going to go upstairs and call her so we can come up with a better plan!'
Hearing that, I had to smile to myself. It WAS Christine that she was in trouble with, just as I suspected. Christine was usual her partner-in-crime, even involved in helping Jan cover up her multiple affairs, all while harping on the fact that she was afraid that HER husband would cheat on her because his father cheated on his wives. The question was, HOW were they in trouble, and how did they think that I could help them?
Just for fun, and hopefully to prime the pump, so to speak, I pushed a suggestion deep into her mind. 'While you're talking to Christine, you will realize how sexually attracted to her that you are. You're tired of hiding it. When you hang up, you will play with yourself thinking about her. From now on, your pussy will get wet every time that you even think about Christine. You will discover that you are bi-sexual, and that you want, and need, pussy as well as cock.'
Jan and Christine had always been big homophobes, especially towards lesbians, so this was a nice way for me to pay them back for trying to use me for whatever their plan was.