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   "And *this* time," Gwen said over the phone, "*try* to be on time." This
was my weekend for Tim.  She was bringing him to his soccer game, and I was
taking him from there and to camp on Sunday.  It had been weeks since I'd
been late, but she wasn't about to let me forget it.  Once, Gwen had
reminded me of all my faults regularly.  The divorce had put a crimp in her
schedule, but she did her best to keep up.

   Since soccer was important to Tim, it was important to me.  I got to the
field before the game started.  I went over to Gwen.  Even bundled up, she
was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.  If she would have kept her lips
zipped, I would have kept my pants zipped, and Tim would be spending every
weekend in the same house.

   "I'm here," I told her.  "You can stop worrying."

   "Hal's here.  Why don't I find that statement reassuring?"

   "Well, I'll take it back.  You never stop worrying." The kids ran out on
the field, then, and we turned to watch the play.  Tim got the ball, and I
watched more closely.  He seemed surrounded by the other team.  Suddenly,
he took advantage of an opening I hadn't seen.  He kicked the ball straight
across the field to a teammate.

   "Good shot!" I called.  I'm not one of those soccer parents who think
they can coach.  I do, however, cheer.  Sometimes I even cheer his
teammates.

   "It was a pass," said Gwen, "not a shot." I ignored her.

   The teammate, Rick, had a clear shot -- Gwen would have said a clear
pass -- at the goal.  He took it, and the opposition goalie was just a
second too late.

   "Goal!" I cheered.  Gwen was cheering, too, not correcting me.  The game
went on.  Soccer is like chess; the game is as much about what one side
threatens and the other side prevents as it is about what either side does.
Tim's coach tells them to use their heads as much as their legs.  At the
end, Tim's team won 3 to 2.  They gathered around his coach for a few final
words.  Gwen turned to go.

   "Well," I said.  "Have a nice time -- a nice time with Pete, isn't it?"

   "I'll have a great time, but alone, not with Pete.  I learned better
than to stick with irresponsible men.  He had nearly as many faults as you,
without your advantages in bed." She walked away quickly as Tim was coming
towards us.  Soccer is not like football where you have to change
afterwards.  We try to act friendly when he's with both of us, and we both
find that an effort.

   "Great assist," I told Tim in the car.

   "Did you see me steal the ball from that big guy?" He was more
interested in his defensive play.  That one hadn't resulted in a goal.  The
other guys had got the ball back before his team could score.

   "I saw that you had.  From where I was standing, I could see your body
and the ball.  I really couldn't see any feet."

   "You were standing with Mom." He was supposed to have been keeping his
attention on the game.

   "Yeah."

   "You don't think you could...?  That Pete guy's gone."

   "That Dad guy's gone, too, and he's been gone a lot longer."

   "I thought you were here."

   "I'll always be here for *you*.  I'm no longer there for her.  Look,
lots of times we tell you that you'll understand something when you get
older.  Well, this you won't.  Nobody but the people involved understand
why they get together; nobody but them understand why they split apart."
That might have been a little white lie.  I would bet anything that Pete
knew what had attracted me to Gwen.

   The rest of Saturday was fun and pizza.  Sunday was fun, too, though the
apartment where I presently live is so small that I couldn't quite ignore
Tim's cartoon shows.  I drove him to camp that afternoon, and started back
about sunset.  I normally give Gwen the support checks when I return Tim,
so I called her up after dinner.

   "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," I started out.  She still gets
jealous, and I don't want her to think that I do, too.

   "No.  I was just enjoying the quiet.  Everything okay?"

   "He got there on time, in good health, and without an accident."

   "And, apparently, you got back okay, too."

   "Want me to bring the check over?"

   "That wasn't what I meant.  I still worry about you, too." I'll believe
it.  She worries about everyone.  When she drives by strange kids playing
on the sidewalk, she's afraid that they'll suddenly run into traffic.

   "I didn't claim that it was.  I just called to see if the way was clear
for me to bring over the check."

   "Sure.  I'm not dressed for company, though."

   "I've seen worse." I had, after all, seen her through several bouts of
flu and a pregnancy.  She was dressed in a quite pretty, and
sexy-without-being-revealing, robe when I got there.  She had taken off her
makeup because the day was over.  Then she had put on fresh lipstick
because I was coming over.  I know how she does things; she probably knows
my habits, too.

   "He was not only healthy but happy when I left him," I reported.  That
was no guarantee that he was still happy, a ten year old at camp at the end
of the day.  Actually, he was probably asleep by now.  "Tim's a good kid."
The only thing I could say that was guaranteed to get her agreement.

   "That he is."

   "We did one thing right."

   "We did plenty of things right, Hal, just not enough of them.  Want a
beer?  I bought a six-pack, and I want to finish them before Tim gets
back." She had 2 weeks, well 13 days.  Only Gwen would think that having
one can for every two days meant that she needed help.

   "Why, thank you.  There's no rule, you know, that you can't have beer in
the house when he's here.  I have hard stuff."

   "But you don't drink it when he's around." Tim must have told her, which
means that she had to have asked.  Not drinking is something that kids
don't notice.  Hell!  When was the last time that you noticed someone not
doing something?

   "Well, no.  I prefer to drink with somebody.  Somehow, sharing a drink
with a kid who has a Coke goes better if I have a Coke, too."

   "So share a beer." She went into the kitchen and returned with two open
cans.  I gave her the check, and she put it in the handbag which was
sitting on the living-room end table.  We sat at the dining room table
sipping and saying nothing.  Really, everything had been said years ago. 
Well, almost everything.

   "He was really not as good in bed as I was?" I asked.

   "Hal, you were always great in bed.  I have a little helper in my
dresser drawer, but you were much better.  If I could have kept you in the
dresser drawer, I would never have asked for a divorce." Great!  Now I knew
where I rated, a little higher than her vibrator.  Then, too, I could
remember that vibrator, and I felt a little stirring in my pants from that
memory.

   "That's the story of our marriage.  We were great until we got out of
bed." She smiled at my evaluation.  "Well, back then I said you were the
hottest woman I'd ever seen, and you still hold the record."

   "Not Candy?" Some people forgive and forget.  Gwen never did either.

   "Trying to have her, *too*, was a blunder.  I never wanted to have her
instead of you." Actually, Candy had been a blunder all the way around, but
that incident had been like the period at the end of this sentence.  It
marked that the marriage was over, but it wasn't what made it over.

   "Well, you'd been warned." I had been warned -- about cheating and about
lots of other things.  Gwen never saw that the warnings hadn't been
preserving our marriage; they'd been eroding it.

   "Yeah.  Once I wondered whether the sex was worth the mouth.  Well now,
I still get the mouth.  I just don't get the sex." The worst of both
worlds.

   "You're between women?" That was one way to put it.  I had struck out
with the last two.  I wasn't going to tell her that.  I'd struck out with
her, too.

   "Yeah.  Tim tell you?"

   "He didn't like 'that Marge woman.'" Tim had made that very clear.  I'd
have tried to stop his annoying her if I hadn't known that he was doing it
quite deliberately.  Even so, I wasn't crazy about Marge's going on and on
about how annoying my son was.  She had drawn parallels between Tim and his
father.

   "He didn't like 'that Jerry guy,' either."

   "Good taste.  He may have better taste than his parents." Gwen paused
and drew a breath.  "Well, you're between women, and I'm between men...."

   "Should we cry on each others' shoulders?"

   "That's one possibility.  I could get consolation out of my dresser
drawer." I hardened at my picture of her using that vibrator.  She was
watching me, so I couldn't reach down to adjust my pants, even though the
table would have hidden my hand.  Damn!  I'd used the vibrator on her. 
She'd put on more than one show with the vibrator in front of me after she
had used me up.  The vibrator she had now was probably different from the
one I pictured, but we *had* been good together.

   "You're saying that to torture me," I said.  My tone showed that the
torture had worked.  She got up.  Erection or no, I got up.  This had once
been my home, but she had since made it very clear to me that my welcome
here was limited and conditional.  When she opened the door, I wanted it to
be the gesture of a hostess seeing me off rather than an order to leave. 
But she didn't go to the door.

   "Well, if you can't see another possibility, then you deserve the
torture," she said from the stairs.  I followed her up.  If Gwen looked hot
even standing bundled in a coat, she looked hot as hell with the robe
swaying over her flexing butt.  I followed that wagging tail as I had
followed it so many times.  I stamped on the stairs so she couldn't claim
to be surprised, but she didn't look around.  She went directly to our room
-- well, her room now -- and turned on the light.  When I was inside, she
shut the door.  The decor said that it was her room -- mostly pink and
yellow rather than the royal blue and white that she had chosen for us. 
There were two chairs, both dinky.  Well, Pete might have been in her room
and in her bed, but it clearly hadn't been *their* room.

   I put my finger under her chin, and she raised her mouth for the kiss. I
ran my hands though her hair while our lips met.  Then I pulled her tight
into my kiss as my tongue plundered her mouth.  Her tongue was sweet, and
her breasts were soft against me.  She had so much sweetness in her mouth,
and so much bitterness came out of it.  I eased off the kiss so we could
breathe.

   "When you kiss me like that," she said, "I feel as though I'd been
raped."

   "Not yet." I started on my clothes.  She watched for a minute before
starting on her own.  "I was wrong.  Going up the stairs with your butt
twitching isn't when you look sexiest," I said when she was bare.  There
was more to Gwen now than there had been when we'd married -- her breasts
rode lower now -- but all of it was sexy as hell.  One place where there
was a little less was her pubic hair.  "You trimmed it again?"

   "I go swimming Saturdays when you have Tim." While she was saying that,
I finished undressing.

   "Well, like this, I'm not missing seeing you in your bikini." She is
damn sexy in a swim suit, but not as sexy as she is out of it.

   "I'm a mother of a ten year old, Hal.  I wear a one-piece now.  You had
the years when I looked sexy."

   "I wish!  You still look hotter than hell." And, while she did look hot,
I knew that she had more heat than her looks.  I crossed the space between
us and kissed her again.  While my tongue was exploring her mouth, my hands
reclaimed the body I had lost so long ago.  When we broke the kiss, I bent
down and lifted her in my arms.

   "Hal!" she said, but her arms were around my neck.  I lifted her so I
could kiss a breast while I carried her to the bed.  "The spread," she
said. When I set her on the bed, she rolled over to the other side and got
up.  She pulled the bedspread off to the side and folded it before putting
it on a chair.  She folded the top sheet at the foot of the bed.  This
tidiness *now* frustrated me.  At the same time, her movements showed her
nakedness off in even sexier ways.  She got into bed and lifted her arms to
me.  I climbed into bed and into that hug.

   While we kissed, I glided the backs of my nails down her belly.  When I
parted her lips and stroked a finger up her groove, I found her moisture.

   "Yes," she said.  Then she pulled me back into the kiss.  This time her
tongue was the aggressor.  I did my exploring further down.  I stroked her
moisture upward, but stopped short of her clit.  When she let go of my head
to reach her other hand towards my cock, I broke the kiss.  I went directly
to her nipple.  It had been a while for me, and I didn't know how long I
could last.  I licked the nipple and stroked the clit while she tensed.

   "Oh!" she said.  Gwen has never been a screamer.  I sucked on her nipple
while she writhed.

   When she fell back, I abandoned her nipple.  Getting between her legs, I
started on a thigh and kissed a path upwards.  As I approached her cunt, I
could smell her arousal.  She had always smelled sexier than other women
did.  My cock twitched at every sniff.  Then I buried my nose in her bush
while I licked up those juices.  They tasted bitter, but sexy as hell.

   "Hal." She sounded like she was objecting.  She pushed against my
forehead until my tongue found her clit.  "Hal!" she stopped pushing,
though.  Soon, her hands were pulling my head into her.  As she tensed, she
quivered under my hands and around my head.

   "Gah!" She bucked, but I held on and kept my head in place.  Instead of
licking, I sucked.  She writhed from side to side, but I held on.  I
stopped sucking and she soon collapsed.  I moved up her body immediately.

   "Gwen." Reaching down to spread her lips, I put my cock head between
them.  "Hot." This time I was talking literally.  As I entered her, she was
hot and juicy around me.  She felt tight, too.  I pressed inward until I
was completely enclosed, clasped by sweet Gwen where she was sweetest.  She
was still breathing hard, and that moved her around me.

   "Big," she said, and my cock twitched in her.

   "Are you on the pill?" A damn bad time to ask.  I'd been leaking precum
-- which meant sperm -- since before I got into bed.  Then too, I doubted
very much I could develop the will to pull out of her before I came.  Well,
taking precautions was her responsibility.  Once it had been a mutual
family responsibility, but she had gone to court to kick me out of that
family.

   "Never off them." Great!  She hadn't stopped taking precautions -- not
only recently when I knew she'd had lovers -- but during the time when she
was driving me out of her life.  She had always planned to have another man
take my place.  Even so, I was in my rightful place, *now*.  They hadn't
given her what I could give her.  I shifted so that I was on my elbows with
a breast in each hand.  I looked down at her.  The flush on her face and
breasts was fading.  Well, I knew how to bring it back.  I pressed inward
though I was all the way in.

   "Hal." She moved her cunt back and forth on my cock.  She couldn't move
an inch with her ass pressed into the mattress, but her intent was clear.
"I need." I gave her what she needed, moving out until my cock head was
spreading her lips again, then slipping slowly into her until I was buried
again.  "Yes," she said.  As I repeated the motion, I had to speed up.  The
feeling of her walls sliding over the sensitive head of my cock, the clasp
of her lips around the shaft, were too exciting.  She was feeling it too.

   Her face looked serious.  Her hips began to sway from side to side as I
withdrew.  Her nipples were hard as I rolled each gently between my finger
and thumb.  I felt the sap rising through my cock, and I had to move more
quickly and more forcefully.  She, too, was revealing stronger feelings. 
As I drove downward into her, her groin was rising against me.  Her face
looked worried.

   Just as she grimaced, her cunt clutched around me.  I thrust down into
her once more -- hard.  Then my cock was pumping within that rhythmic
clasp. I lay there, gasping, on her softness.  I knew that, despite my
elbows, I was heavy on her.  Well, I damn-well *wanted* to be heavy on her.
It was my space, and I would occupy it like a conquering army.

   When, later, she wiggled under me, though, I moved to the side.  I'd
started on the left side of the bed, which was closer to the door.  I ended
up on the right side of the bed -- my side.  I lay on my back beside her.

   "You know me so well," she said after a while.  Yeah, we were good, She
was hot, and I hoped I was, too.  But *we* were hotter together than either
one was apart.

   "Well, you could have had that.  Then, too, I learned you.  I might have
learned more in another six years."

   "Hal.  You had enough learning time.  You know my erotic zones
perfectly. What you hadn't learned was responsibility.  I didn't go looking
for a better cocksman."

   "But you kept yourself on the pill." That news still rankled.

   "You're jealous!  I can't believe that you're jealous."

   "Well, pots and kettles.  I knew that you'd had other guys since.  I
didn't know that you were prepared for them before the decree was final. 
Who did you have in mind?"

   "I had reason to be jealous.  You didn't.  I didn't have anyone in mind,
or, rather, I had Candy in mind.  I was going to get my vengeance.  Then,
the lawyer warned me that it would cause problems in custody, and then I
was busy with Tim, and when I went looking, the guys looking at me were
worse users even than you.  Enraging as you were, you paid the bills."

   "That's not the way I remember it.  You thought I was irresponsible with
money." She'd put me on an allowance.

   "That's marriage.  And I paid the bills out of a joint account where
your paycheck went in as well as mine did.  Anyway, remember when I said
that you took me for granted?"

   "Several of the times." I couldn't, after all, remember all the times
that she had made her most common complaints.

   "Well, that was after marriage.  On my first date after the divorce was
final, the dinner went okay.  I had already decided to accept a second date
if he asked.  The guy was helping me on with my coat when he said: 'Well,
my place or yours?' I had him drive me home before I tore him a new ass
hole.  You might have taken for granted that we would have sex after we got
into the marriage bed we shared.  Even then, you courted me lots of other
times.  We kissed when you got home, at least.  But that's marriage, too,
taking for granted that you have sex rights." Actually kissing her when I
got home was one of the sex rights which came with marriage.

   "Well, that's what marriage is." And, to give Gwen her due, she had
kicked me out of her life when she kicked me out of her bed.  She hadn't
played the 'We're married for my purposes, just not married for your
purposes' game that some of my friends have bitched about.

   "Anyway, you never assumed that buying me a dinner entitled you to sex.
And he wasn't the worst.  Jerry thought that most meals should be at home,
which was fine, considering Tim and all.  But he never chipped in for the
groceries.  I was nearly supporting him." Which meant that *I* had been
partially supporting him.  My support checks didn't go into some special
account.  Gwen might have had a similar thought.

   "It was thoughtful of you to provide the support check while you're
paying for the camp."

   "The support is for the year.  Sure, your expenses are light this month.
What I pay you the two weeks before he returns to school doesn't begin to
match your outgo." Besides, he was my son.  Aside from nagging -- and I
suppose every mother nags, and needs to -- she was a good mother.  Of
course, aside from nagging, she had been a good wife, too.  But I needed a
piss.

   "Excuse me.  I'll return.  I know the way." I turned on the lamp before
leaving the bed and turned on the overhead light on my way out.

   The bathroom also looked more feminine.  I hoped that she hadn't
redecorated Tim's room.  No; he'd told me what she'd let him do with it. 
After pissing, I washed off my cock before washing my hands.  She was still
wearing lipstick; maybe I could persuade her to leave some on my dick.  I
couldn't resist looking in the medicine cabinet.  She had her pills and
several prepacked douches on the top shelf.  Tim had the bottom shelf.  The
middle held Bandaids and Vaseline.  Back in the room, I saw that she had
covered herself with the top sheet.  I almost closed the door behind me,
but tim was at camp.  Habits die hard.

   "So," I asked, "which dresser drawer?" The top one -- where she used to
keep it -- was empty.  Of course, I had the other dresser in my apartment
-- damned little, but I did have that.  She needed somewhere for the men to
put their clothes.  That reminded me, and I picked up my clothes and hung
them over the back of the chair.

   "Second," she said, "on the left." Her voice sounded weak.  I opened the
next-to-the top drawer.  Under her pile of panties were two toys.  Neither
looked like the one I remembered.  One looked more like a man's single nut
than like his cock.  The other had a long semi-flexible probe, curving
concavely to a narrow tip.  I brought them both over to the night stand and
got back into bed.

   "What do you want?" she asked.  Of course, I hadn't brought the
vibrators over so she could tell me about their cost, where she had
purchased them, and what about the color scheme appealed to her.  I'd had
several conversations in that bed, but that wasn't going to be one of them.
I picked up the egg-shaped one and turned it on.  I pulled the sheet down
below her breasts.

   "Milkshake," I said.  I rubbed the buzzing machine over her far breast,
avoiding the nipple area.  Then I attended to the near breast.  Both
nipples were standing up.  I blew across the near nipple before I brought
the vibrator up next to it.  I couldn't see it grow any, but it turned a
darker shade of red.  As I moved the vibrator down over her chest and
belly, I licked and sucked the nipple.  While I rested the vibrator on her
mound, I blew across the nipple again.  Then I shifted in the bed to
increase my reach downward.  I moved the vibrator to her thighs.  As she
spread her legs, I brushed it along the inside of one and then of the
other.

   "Hal," she said.  She pulled on my arm, but I was still stronger than
she was.  Her face looked grim.  I slowly moved the vibrator up between her
legs.  I was pressing it against her lower lips when she grimaced.  Her
hips bucked upwards.  I watched the flush spread from her face down over
her breasts.  Finally, I pulled the vibrator away and turned it off.  I
would have kissed her, but she was breathing too heavily.

   I kissed her forehead, stood up, and pulled the sheet all the way off
the bed.  I started out the door.

   Hal?"

   "I shall return." I got the Vaseline.  Back at the bed, I took up the
other vibrator and pushed the probe into the Vaseline.  She watched me as I
lifted her legs.  I pushed her knees up almost to her shoulders, and that
brought her ass off the bed.  I could see her ass hole between her glutes.
I pushed the probe in.  Then I fiddled with the large part until it turned
on.  I lowered her legs to the bed.

   "That one isn't going to be enough by itself." Well, I didn't think that
it was.  It should keep her turned on, though.

   "I wasn't going to use it by itself.  Get me hard again." I moved up the
bed to where she could turn and take me in her mouth.  She did, for one
taste.

   "You washed," she said, sounding pleased.  Then she licked all around
the head before taking it in again.  Then she licked while I hardened. 
When she sucked hard, I was as firm as I needed to be.  I didn't want to
come in her mouth.  Well -- I wanted to, but I wanted to come in her smooth
cunt even more.  I drew back and hurried to the foot of the bed.  Gwen
spread her legs.

   Her lips were still hot around my cock head, and the vibrations came
through faintly.  She pulled at my shoulders, and I sank into her.  She was
warm and wet and welcoming.  When I was buried in her, I felt the
vibrations around the base of my cock and on my balls.  This gave an even
better sensation as I moved back and forth through her.  I adjusted my
position again to hold her breasts.  As I backed out, the tingle of the
vibration traveled up my shaft to the head.  As I thrust in, the tingle
traveled down the shaft again.  After the fourth or fifth thrust, Gwen
started pushing back at me.  We met in the middle, and she sank back to the
mattress with me embedded as deep as could be.

   "Oh Gwen," I said.

   "So much," she said.  She was tensing under me, and I could see that the
smile was entirely gone from her face.  She grimaced again, and her cunt
clutched me.  I drove in and out through those clutches and the vibration.
She raised her middle, lifting my weight with her.  Then I was driving
faster and more firmly though the fluttering of her cunt.  I pressed her
down and exploded deep within.  Minutes later, I realized that I could feel
the vibrations against my left leg but not on my cock.  When I got the
energy to lift off her, I turned to my side and retrieved the vibrator from
the bed.

   "I didn't know I could push it out," she said.

   "You, Gwen, are something else."

   "You, too.  I haven't come that often in a night since the divorce."
Neither had I, and I had only come two times this night.  We were good for
each other when we weren't poisonous for each other.  I got the sheet and
pulled it up over us.  She rolled over and got us into the spoon.  Some
things, you don't forget.  Still, tomorrow was a work day, and I had to get
to the apartment to change before I went into the office.

   "Too bad I don't have clothes here still," I said.

   "You aren't moving in!  I don't want Tim finding out that you were
here."

   "Is that so much worse than his knowing about Jerry?  After all, I am
his father." My parents slept in the same bed every night when I was ten
years old, and I didn't think of them sexually until much later.

   "He wouldn't object, but if he knew you were even on this floor, he'd
want us to get back together again." Yeah; he would.  And that would be
bad. I wasn't anxious to explain to him that Gwen and I got along great
between the sheets -- just not the rest of the time.

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2013/04/04

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