Monday morning, after a long weekend of sex and debauchery. There's nothing better than spending a quiet morning in bed, just relaxing and rebuilding stamina and energy. The only problem with that idea? Sherrie had no intentions of allowing me to rest. The woman is completely insatiable, and wants sex constantly. Fortunately for me, she's a big fan of oral sex, so when I just can't get it up anymore, I can dive into that sweet pussy and satisfy her for a little while. I have to be honest, however. I love every second of it. Coming from an almost completely sexless marriage, into an open relationship with a sexually relaxed, morally casual woman with big tits and a plush plump ass was worth its weight in gold to me.
We were in the living room, naked, just hanging out and talking, when the doorbell rang. Sherrie and I were both into nudity, and almost never wore clothing unless we were going out. I grabbed a pair of shorts, and she ran upstairs, not wanting to put clothes on at all. I went over and opened the door, and for the first time in quite a while, found myself completely speechless. My ex-wife was standing there, looking actually pretty good. She's actually put on some weight, and it seemed like it all went to her tits and hips.
"Eric. I'm sorry to just barge in on you, but I needed someone to talk to, and whatever our problems, I've always felt comfortable talking to you. Do you have some free time?"
"Uh, yeah. Come on in. You look good, Connie. Better than I've seen you look for a long time."
"I've put on close to 40 pounds in the last several months, and I haven't quite figured out why. I've had to buy a whole new wardrobe to accommodate the weight, but I actually like the way I look. I feel more like a real woman, I guess."
We went into the den, and I offered her a drink. While I was fixing it, I let her know I wasn't alone in the house.
"Connie, just so you know, I do have company. I've started seeing someone, and she's upstairs right now. I don't want you to leave, but you needed to know that."
"I see. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you're seeing someone. You never did let grass grow under you if you didn't have to."
We laughed a little, and I sat across from her. Over the next couple of hours, she told me why she had come over, and what was going on in her life. Her legal practice was going down the drain, and she had recently realized it was a backlash from our divorce. As it turns out, many of her associates were much more sympathetic to me than they were to her, and they stopped sending referrals her way after the news of her screw job attempt broke. Several of her long-time clients also moved to new offices after that, and her boy toy split when she couldn't keep him in the style he wanted to be kept in. I felt sorry for her, but there was no way in hell I was going to let her know that.
"I guess what I'm hoping you would be able to do for me is let it be known that you don't have any hard feelings for me, Eric. That you have moved on, and that you're not bitter in any way. Hopefully, once that news gets out, a few new referrals will come my way, and I can get things going again."
"I'm not sure I'm prepared to do that, Connie. I can't honestly say that I'm not bitter, or that I've completely moved on. I loved you for a lot of years, Connie, and when you betrayed me, and then tried to ruin me on top of that, it hurt. A lot. My life now is much better, but I still do have some lingering bitterness. Let me think about it for a few days. I know it's not the answer you're looking for, but it's the best I can give you right now. I make no promises, I might not agree to do this. Then again, I might."
"I guess that's the best I can hope for. Thank you for even considering it, Eric. I was afraid you were going to just shoot me down right away. I actually didn't think you would even let me in the door at all. I was expecting the door to slam shut when you saw me."
"I'm not that bitter, Connie. I do still have feelings for you, after all. If I can work them out, I'll do what I can for you, I promise."
She left, and I found myself actually somewhat at odds with myself over her situation. Part of me wanted to make her suffer for what she put me through, but part of me actually wanted to do whatever I could to help her, in the off chance of actually getting back into her pants one more time. The extra weight she was carrying really made her an attractive woman. Before, she was almost rail thin, and while attractive, had an air of superiority about her. Now, she seemed more natural, more vulnerable, and that appealed to me.
I went upstairs to find Sherrie, and found her sprawled across my bed, asleep. I dropped my shorts, and quietly crawled up between her legs. I gently ran my tongue along her snatch, slowly bringing her to full arousal. She moistened quickly, and her clit stiffened under my tongue. My own cock was rock hard by this point, so I moved up o position myself at the edge of her pussy, and slid my cock in slowly. Just as I achieved full penetration, Sherrie opened her eyes slowly, and smiled.
"That's one hell of a n ice wake up call, lover. Don't stop what you're doing just because I'm awake. Please, continue, baby."
I didn't need encouragement, and gave Sherrie a slow, deep thorough fucking. I actually found myself picturing Connie underneath me briefly, and the thought was enough to cause an immediate eruption of my seed. I shot deep into Sherrie's tight snatch, and collapsed beside her, spent. She curled next to me, and we dozed for a little while. When I woke up, she was gone. I saw a note next to the alarm clock.
'Eric. I didn't want to wake you, but I do have to work in the morning, so it was time for me to head for home. I'll call you later. Sherrie. P.S. Thanks for the incredible weekend. I've never been fucked so thoroughly in my life...'
I smiled, and grabbed a shower.
I spent the next few days dealing with business, and by Friday, had made a decision as to what I was going to do. Friday morning, of course, Rosa came over, and I spent the morning naked with her, giving her an energetic fucking she'd remember for the next week. After she left, I called Connie.
"Connie, it's me. Do you have time in your schedule to see me on Monday? I'll come to you, so that your business partners can see me there. That will get the mouths flapping, and we can plan out a strategy from there."
"So you'll help me?"
"Yes, Connie. I'll do what ever I can to help you."
"Thank you, Eric. I was afraid you'd say no. I'll clear the entire afternoon on Monday for you. Whatever can I do to repay you for this?"
