I don't hate my ex-wife. Far from it. She was a great mom. She never cheated on me, and I certainly never cheated on her. We rarely fought, though in retrospect, maybe we should have. Maybe we could have bridged the divide before it became too big for us to cross. But by the time she was offered the dream job studying the effects of the changing weather on Alaskan soil, I think Tina wanted to be free. Free of me, and as sad as it sounds, free of our son Isaac.
Isaac has always been a sweet boy, and like his mom, he's whipcrack sharp too. But his intelligence never went the direction Tina wanted. Instead of the nonfiction books she put in front of him, he lost himself in fantasy and science fiction. His favorite subject in school was English, not her beloved science. Even at ten, I could see him growing up to be a teacher someday, or a writer, or something wonderful and beautiful, but Tina kept trying to nudge him towards something more practical, something with real-world applications.
As for me, Tina always wanted me to be more of her friend than her partner and lover. She loved sex at first, when we were young and always so hungry for each other. But when Isaac was born, her body changed. That's not her fault, nor are my cravings mine. She accommodated my urges, but gone was the fire. When I was trying to get her in the mood, she'd talk about her day, or work, or a thousand topics as sexy as tofu. I wasn't miserable. Neither was she. We just... drifted. It happens, I guess.
Eventually, though, the differences between the reality she wanted and the reality of who we were was too much for her. While I attended Isaac's conventions with him and went to see his school plays, she would slip out with her friends for a weekend away, saying she needed to recharge her batteries. The dam broke one day for me when she promised Isaac she'd make it to his spelling bee, something he'd been studying for the last month. I don't know if she forgot like she claimed and it didn't matter. I was tired of the hurt in our son's eyes. He deserved better. So did I.
It wasn't like she was a terrible person. I said that before. Tina loved -- loves -- Isaac. But was she meant for motherhood for him? I don't know how to answer that. Loving someone and caring for them are two separate things. Tina wasn't always capable of the latter. So when we posed the question to Isaac before the divorce proceedings as to which one of us he'd like to stay with, I know in my heart Tina was relieved when he picked me.
It went fast, as far as divorces can go fast. We both made good money, enough to be comfortable without each other, and neither of us wanted to keep the old house we'd bought in our late twenties. It was drafty, but not so drafty that the wind could push out the lasting memories there of us as a family. A fresh start for both of us, Tina and I agreed. We sold the house, split the profits down the middle, and she asked to have Isaac in the summers. That's okay. That's all right.
It's what I tell myself, anyways.
* * *
I don't really know why Agramonte made my short list of cities to look at for a move. It's exactly the sort of pleasantly dull suburbia you'd expect out of a TV show. How's that song go? "Little boxes," and all that? Cost of living was a little higher than most the others, but the quality of the schools made up for that, and since Isaac was my priority now, that became my number one deciding factor.
I was a certified electrician, but since the states didn't share reciprocal licensing, I'd be relying on my heavy equipment background to carry me for a bit. I lined up eight job interviews and made arrangements with a real estate agent whose picture I liked online to see a bunch of houses and condos in the area. With Isaac staying at my parents for a mini-vacation of his own, I flew down for what would be my first week alone since I was nineteen.
I frontloaded the job interviews, thinking that if I got a call back and needed to come in for a second, I'd still have the back half of the week. Those went fine, and seven out of the eight places wanted to hire me, with the last just not needing my type of operator but wanting to keep my name on file in case they ever did. I went with the second-biggest of the group, mostly because they were hungry to be number one and were most willing to work with me on flexible hours so I could keep supporting Isaac. My boy was always going to come first as long as I could manage it. The two grand signing bonus was also a nice touch.
My schedule cleared up, leaving me time to finally scope out some houses. The real estate agent, Yvonne, had a few simple orders from me on budget and location, namely that I wanted to be close to a school in a good neighborhood. Other than that, I told her she had free rein.
Her picture didn't do her justice. She was supermodel pretty -- and in fact, she'd done some modeling work when she was younger. Tight oval face. Golden tan. Short cute bob, her blonde hair highlighted nicely with darker strands. Dressed to kill, too, in a black leather skirt putting every bit of her tight ass on full display and a white V-neck blouse plunging nearly to her belly button. No bra, just skin.
I wanted her immediately. That was the entire point of her outfit.
She gave me a dimpled smile that left me nearly brainless, waving as I pulled up into the first house's driveway. Before I even got out of the rental car, she strode forward on high stiletto heels that made her walk like she had something stuck up her ass. A fascinating idea.
Oh. I guess the house was nice too. I don't remember a goddamn thing about it, because in about ten minutes, I had Yvonne up against a wall, her long legs crisscrossed around my ass as I split her teeny tiny pussy wide with my cock.
She was very accommodating like that.
Yvonne was the first woman I fucked post-divorce. I held nothing back and she loved it. One of us had tugged her blouse over her proud handful of tits, and they drew my eye nearly as much as the part of her lips as she gasped with every hard thrust of my condom-covered cock. I pounded into that pussy like I'd never fucked anyone before, driving her up and down against the wall as unintelligible words and grunts fell from her lips.
My hands squeezed her tight ass under the bunched-up skirt. Her eyes fluttered and her head kept rocking back like she was half a step away from becoming a bobblehead doll. The thought made me grin.
"F-fuck," she gasped. "You're, nnngh, you're splitting me in two..."
"Tell me to stop and I will."
Her eyes focused for a moment and she glared at me. "Never, ungh, never stop fucking me..."
I crushed my lips to hers. A sharp gasp shot out of her as I really began to fuck up into that tight pussy. Less than a few minutes later and Yvonne was already right there. Might be a new record for me. If she wasn't so wet, this might have been painful for her. Goddamn, she was tight. Or was I just so used to Tina by that point I thought she was? Fuck it, I didn't care.
I was back.
This was me like I hadn't been in a long time. Tina liked it slow and gentle, and that was fine. I liked that too, don't get me wrong. But with a few exceptions, I'd gone ten years without feeling that power of my early twenties, the dominant me, the one that led the football team to a 47-3 victory at state my senior year of high school, the me that had once piled three women on top of each other and fucked each of them senseless. The animalistic me. I was not cruel to Yvonne. If I thought for a second she was pained by any of this or didn't want it, I'd have stopped in a heartbeat. I'm not a monster. But I was set free, and damned if I wasn't going to take for the first time in so very fucking long.
Oh holy shit, how I took.
Her pussy grabbed at me, hugged me tight. Her walls were so goddamn slick she left traces on my hips as they slapped against hers. Nails dug into my neck so hard they'd leave marks. "I'm going to... I'm go-going to..." she hiccupped, her eyes rolling back. "Ngggggh, FUCK!"
She came with a shudder and a gasp, her breath catching in her lungs as I kept hammering up into her. Before Yvonne came down, her legs unwrapped from around my ass involuntarily. I guided them back down and spun her so her ass was to me. She thrust it out, expecting me to fuck her again. Instead, I dropped to my knees and pried her cheeks apart to bury my mouth against her sloppy wet cunt.
Yvonne howled, "God, fuck, yes, yes, eat me!"
