S and I been seeing each other for about a week. Well, I guess that's not strictly true, because we'd been friends for probably a year or so, friends in that strangely close way that can sometimes become the most important thing in your life. But suddenly everything had changed… a glance, a word, something had ignited the spark and - after a night where the wine had flowed and we were still talking as the dawn chorus began - we'd slept together. I'm not sure why it happened when it did but the attraction had been there from the start, from the first time I'd looked into her huge green eyes and they'd looked straight back at me as if to say 'You think you can handle me?' The first time we slept together was like an explosion, and a few days later it had happened again.
So, here I was, early evening and trying to get to grips with a new tune on my saxophone, but distracted by thoughts of the s*x that we'd shared. We'd been like animals the last time, f*cking on the stairs because we couldn't wait to get to her bedroom, clothes strewn on the floor around us. And now, I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing, couldn't quite get the notes I wanted. And, to make matters worse, the doorbell to my apartment was ringing when I really didn't want to see anyone.
I put the sax on its stand and walked to the intercom by the front door. But when I picked up the receiver and said 'Hello? Hello?' there was no answer. I stood by the open door for a while, listening for footsteps on the stairs, but heard nothing. 'F*ck it', I said to myself, as I went back inside. I knew I wasn't going to play anymore, so I put on some music, lit a cigarette and stared out of the window, irritated at the interruption.
I'm not sure how long I'd been standing there when I heard the knock on my door (long enough to finish my cigarette, though), but in some strange way I’d been expecting to hear it. Even so, as I walked to the door again, I had no idea who it was. And when I opened it, and S walked past me into the hall, my heart started pounding so hard I thought it was going to push it's way through my rib cage and out of my chest. Long dark hair, olive skin, full lips and those f*cking eyes... and her smell, the electricity around her, all attacking my senses at once and making my head spin. I just stared at her.
She said nothing but just stared back, pupils dilated. Then she walked up to me and, with one hand, pushed me hard against the wall. With the other, she roughly pulled my belt from my jeans and then, very deliberately, undid the buttons and pulled them open, exposing the growing bulge beneath my shorts. Then, looking straight into my eyes, she took my c*ck in her hand and started rubbing gently, all the time pinning me against the wall. I started to speak, but she placed her hand firmly over my mouth and then sank to her knees, taking me in her soft, warm mouth and sucking me until I was completely erect.
I don’t know if it was the way her hand and mouth were working in unison, or just the circumstances of our encounter, but I came quickly, and forcefully. She swallowed every drop as if it was nectar, and then slowly stood up and kissed me deeply. It was as if she wanted me to taste myself on her tongue, and after that kiss – without having said a word, and without looking back – she opened the door and walked back down the stairs, leaving me standing there, eyes still half-closed and c*ck exposed to anyone who might walk past. And I didn't care, because all I could think about was the intensisty of my desire, and all I could hear was the beating of my heart.
That still makes my heart beat faster. Because this was the woman I married, the woman I spent 10 years of my life with, and the mother of my children.
And it was my ex-wife, for those of you who thought I was a philandering git!!!