Forgiving Teresa

It was a nice spring evening and I was sitting in my easy chair about one chapter into my new mystery book when I was interrupted by the phone.

"Hello Larry, do you know who this is?" I heard the vaguely familiar voice on the other end say.

I did a quick memory scan of voices.

"This sounds like a person I remembering wearing a marvelous dress one particular day. Hello Teresa, how are you?"

This was a call I sometimes wondered if I would receive. Teresa is my ex-wife and we have been divorced almost fifteen years. We weren't married more than eighteen months and the wheels had fallen off within the first year. It became obvious that she said and did whatever it took to get married and I fell for it. Unfortunately the woman I loved and proposed too disappeared soon after our honeymoon. The real Teresa was pretty much the opposite of the person she pretended to be when we dated. After our divorce I had put all of that behind me and moved on.

"I am good thank you. What I called about was could we get together sometime this week? I would like to talk with you and I don't really want to do it over the phone."

"Sure. Not a problem. I'm good anytime this week including right now."

We picked tomorrow evening at a convenient location where we would meet over dinner. I couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind. In my heart I still cared for the person I fell in love with and I guess I always will. In some ways I felt sorry that the marriage didn't work but she did things that drove me crazy. For one, she could rationalize anything and everything she did. My engineering mind doesn't handle that at all.

I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes and recalled the first time I met her. I was walking around the neighborhood and saw her racking leaves on the front lawn. Cute face, hair a light brown touching her shoulders, and the tee shirt and shorts displayed a very nice body. Being a guy I couldn't help by notice how nice her breast filled out her tee shirt. I said hello and informed her I lived on the street the next block over and was just walking around. A beautiful day to stroll the neighborhood.

One of the things that instantly caught my attention was her nipples getting hard and making their presence known by pressing against her tee shirt. I took that as a good sign. We chatted a bit when she invited me in for some coffee. I accepted and later asked her out to dinner later in the week. She accepted and that was our beginning.

She was easy to talk with and we chatted about a great many things. We had a lot in common and enjoyed doing things together. I liked her a lot and it wasn't long before I knew I wanted her to be a part of my life.

We had gone out several times and I would give her a simple good night kiss. One evening we were sitting on her couch and I pulled her over and gave her a more passionate kiss. She responded in kind and soon our kissing became white hot with tongues exploring and dancing together. As the intensity of our kissing increased so did our passion.

Our desires were in sync and when I ran my hand up the side of her body she raised her arm allowing me to cup her breast. When I did so she melted in my arms. I moved my hand up her back and unsnapped her bra and she pulled away long enough to remove her top and bra. I told her how lovely her breast looked then I held and kissed them all over. They filled my hands and my fingers played over her hard nipples. She responded by sliding her hand up my leg and resting it on my manhood.

My head was swimming with desire to make love with her. When she suggested we go to the bedroom I thought I was in heaven. Once in the bedroom we finished undressing each other and just looking at her was a dream come true. She climbed into bed and reached out and took my cock in her hand pulling me toward her.

"Don't make me wait, fuck me now."

Sliding my cock into her hot and wet cunt was wonderful. That evening was the beginning of some great sex. When it came to sex for the next year we did a lot of it. Looking back though we fucked a lot and I ate her pussy frequently but her blowjobs were not very long and she never got me off. She wasn't opposed to doing a bj but it wasn't as sensuous as I would like. But I was in love with her and I figured it would improve with time. Unfortunately that didn't happen.

I think Teresa was horny all the time. It didn't take much to get her naked, in fact many times I would walk into a room and she would be sitting there naked with her legs spread. My mouth would soon be all over her pussy. Road trips would sometimes include a short and quick bj from her and I would do my best to rub her pussy and clit as I drove. I learned to hate bucket seats. Lots of showers together and we would use that time to shave her pussy and my cock. I loved our time in the shower.

Overall I think we had a pretty good sex life during the year we dated and we got married a little over a year from our first meeting. How lovely she looked in her wedding dress. To me she looked fabulous.

I waited at the door of the restaurant and as she walked toward me I couldn't help but smile. The years had been good to her and she looked great. She had kept her figure and other than a slight change in hair color and style she looked as good as I remembered. I couldn't help feel a ting of regret. Just looking at her again and the memories of our sexual fun came roaring back and my dick began to grow.

We exchanged greetings and complimented each other on how good each other looked. Her hair style was different and I told her I liked it. She noted that I looked very fit. It seems we both are regulars to the same gym chain. We were escorted to a table and after ordering I learned why we were meeting.

Here is what she said:

"I want to start out by apologizing for the way I treated you when we were married. You were right in divorcing me. I wouldn't have said that back then but over the last year I am been doing some serious personal assessment. After mom died I started going through some depression and just feeling unhappy. With both mom and dad gone I was feeling alone and I needed to make changes."

She paused a moment to dry the tears in her eyes and then continued.

"Finally I went to my priest and had several sessions with him. We talked about my past and my relationships with family and friends. You got a whole hour. It boiled down to a simple fact. I had live in a state of denial for many years and now old memories were coming to the surface. My subconscious knows they are conflicting with what was real. He suggested I see Sister Catherine and attend one of her seminars.

"I had a session with Sister Catherine and attended her seminar the same week. The seminar lasted a whole morning and she calls it, "Who's lying to whom?" The first hour I was angry and ready to walk out but I hung in there. By the end of the session I was in tears. It was as if her whole talk was directed solely at me and for the first time I looked at myself and I didn't like what or who I was.

"I had gone years trying to get my way and blame others for everything. I never took responsibility for my actions. I remember vividly a conversation we had where you pointed out I enjoyed something before we were married and after the wedding I didn't like it. You asked what changed and I said nothing had changed. I am so sorry that I wasn't the person you married. I hid the real me to get what I wanted.

"'After my time with Sister Catherine I revisited Father Bob and he was pleased with my discovery and we talked about the new person I wanted to be. We formulated a plan and one part of that was for me to apologize to those I had hurt. You are the last on the list. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Thank you Teresa for sharing this with me. This took a lot of courage on your part and yes I do forgive you. You've always had my heart. I feel happy for you and I would like is to be around the new Teresa. I hope we can be friends again."

"I was hoping you would say that and yes I would like to be friends again. I hope you like the new me."

The remainder of dinner was filled brining each other up to speed with our lives for the past fifteen years. She has a few more years of work while I had retired. We lamented getting older and the loss of parents and some friends. She liked my idea of enjoying life more and to focus on more play time. We exchanged contact information and she kissed me in the parking lot before driving away.

As I drove home I thought about Teresa and maybe years ago if she had apologized I would have felt vindicated but now I truly felt happy for her and I hoped we could find the connection we once had.

The next few weeks had a nice exchange of emails and phone calls. We talked politics, religion, money, work, travel, and just about anything you could think of except sex. We shared many things in common and this time I hoped it was for real. I recall we shared similar thoughts many years ago. The more we talked the more the old feeling came back. I would get aroused just from the sound of her voice and I found myself eagerly looking forward to hearing from her.

We met again for dinner and just walked around the area looking at the shops; enjoying each other and the evening. About halfway through the walk we were holding hands. It just seemed so spontaneous. We were looking at women's dresses in a store window and I took her hand and pulled her over to see one I thought was attractive and she didn't let go. This time when we arrived at our cars, there was a much longer and deeper kiss given by both parties. She hugged me long and hard and then got in her car. My heart was in my throat as I watched her wipe her eyes as she drove off.

One of the things we enjoyed sharing was the movies in our queue with Netflix. I have a passion for movies especially classic mysteries, musicals, and foreign. She likes to get the recent releases and invited me for dinner and a movie. The movie being: "Jack Reacher," starring Tom Cruise. I did not tell her that I had read two of the Jack Reacher books by Lee Child and in the book Jack Reacher is six feet five inches and heavily built. That hardly describes Tom but I have enjoyed his acting and his movies in the past so I will dismiss my prejudices and go enjoy the movie and the evening.

She greeted me at the door with a deep kiss and as I embraced her I couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra. That of course caused an immediate reaction with my dick and I hoped I would have the opportunity to hold and kiss them once again. She gave me a coy smile and said dinner was soon and to make myself comfortable. I stood in the kitchen and asked her about her day and offered to help with dinner. She suggested I open the wine and toss the salad.

For dinner she had prepared one of my favorite dishes that she uses to make when we were married. Just a simple tuna noodle casserole and oh so delicious. As usual it was superb and I told her so. I told her that even though she had given me the recipe I could never make mine as good as hers. "Well I do take some liberties with a few spices that aren't listed," she remarked with a grin.

"Figures," I said with a laugh.

We settled on the couch to watch the movie and she sat with her back against my chest and held my left hand over her chest. I would not consider "Jack Reacher" a romantic movie although there are a few scenes that have some sexual tension. Sometime during the movie she started brushing the back of my left hand and placed it directly on her right breast.

I whispered in her ear how nice she felt and she murmured how much she missed it. I slipped my hand under her tee shirt to hold and fondle her lovely tits. She pulled off her shirt and kept brushing the back of my hand as I played with her hard nipples and stroked each breast. I kissed her and said how lovely and perfect her breast were. She picked up the remote, stopped the movie and turned off the TV.

I unfastened her shorts and she lifted her hips up enough to allow me to slide her shorts and panties down. She kicked the offending clothes off her legs and I gazed with delight at her lovely naked body. I slid my hand down to her pussy and held her wet labia libs between my fingers.

She spread her legs wide and I inserted two fingers into an eager hot cunt.

"Oh baby you look and feel so wonderful. I've thought about this for the past few weeks and now here you are. I want to feel and taste you all over again."

I continued to finger her cunt and she matched my movement by rocking her hips against my thrusting. Her breathing was getting faster and I moved my fingers up to rub her swollen clit. I started slowly and gently feeling her hard nub respond to my touch. As I increased my tempo she was practically gasping and suddenly her body stiffened and then shook as her orgasm rolled through like a continuous wave. I took my wet fingers and rubbed them over her hard nipples.

"That was wonderful," she sighed.

"Let's change positions so I can taste your sweet cum."

She sat on the edge of the couch and I knelt in front of her. How beautiful her pussy looked; all shinny and wet from her cum. I ran my tongue up and down between her wet and swollen labia lips savoring her sweet nectar while she ran her fingers through my hair and voiced words of approval. I put my tongue deep into her cunt and moved up to lightly lick her clit then back down again. I repeated this tasty treat several times and soon she was breathing hard. She gripped my hair pulling me harder into her pussy and I felt her body trembled with an orgasm. I didn't stop my licking until I felt another orgasm roll through her body.

"Wow. That was wonderful and your cum is a sweet desert," I said with a smile. Then I kissed her with my mouth still wet from her orgasm. She licked my lips and tongue with her kisses. "Now it is my turn to taste," she said. She slowly and seductively removed my clothes and gave my cock a kiss. "You sit and I'll kneel. I've been thinking about this for a long time and I need you to help me do it right."

And with that she took my balls in one hand and my cock in her mouth. She wrapped her other hand around my dick and with mouth and hand in concert gave me a mind blowing bj. She had never done it like this when we were married and it felt so sensuous. Her technique was very good and with some feedback with how hard to grip the shaft I was in heaven. She achieved a sexual first by orally bringing me to orgasm. She sucked and stroked my cock until it was dry and limp.

I picked her up and set her in my lap. "I know this was a big deal for you so what do you think?"

She kissed me and I could taste my cum still on her lips. "The old me was too selfish to do this but I can tell you the new me really enjoyed it. I didn't know it was so sensual for both of us."

I noticed her eyes had tears in them. "What's wrong sweetheart?

"What a fool I was to deny myself such pleasures. I had convinced myself that I wouldn't enjoy it and the thought of you cumming in my mouth was repulsive. I couldn't have been more wrong."

I kissed the tears in her eyes and held her close. "I like the new you."

"I do too however the more I grow and change the more I see what a rotten person I was in the past."

I gave her a gentle kiss and said, "Remember our first meeting a few weeks back and how you said I was the last on your list to ask for forgiveness?"

"Yes"

"There needs to be one more person on that list. I think you should forgive yourself too. Leave the past in the past and focus on the new you."

She hugged me tight and we just sat there naked with her cradled in my lap. I was stroking her hair and I thought I felt some shaking. I looked at her face and she was weeping.

"Don't worry, I'm actually crying because I'm happy."

I guess we both were content because the next thing I remember was waking up at two AM with her still cradled in my lap. I wanted to carry her to bed without waking her and with great difficulty I was able to change positions and stand up with her in my arms. I made a mental note to tell my personal trainer at the gym that the leg exercises were not wasted. I laid her out on the bed and she looked so lovely with the moonlight shining on her. I climbed in beside her in the "spoon" position, put my arm over her holding her tightly and drifted off to sleep. I hadn't slept like this for a very long time.

A few hours later the Saturday morning sun shone brightly into the room. I rose up on my elbow and just looked at her. She is still beautiful to me. The sheet was part way on her and I gazed with delight at her lovely breast. I couldn't help myself and I leaned over and ran my tongue around the nipple; then I kissed it. She raised her hand and held my head in place with desire for me to lick and suck on it even more.

Finally I raised my head and looked at her. "Good morning sweetheart."

"Good morning to you too. What a wonderful way to wake up."

"What would you like to do today?"

"Fuck"

"Sounds perfect to me. Let's start by fucking in the shower."

I borrowed her razor first so I wouldn't leave a rash on her face from kissing or on her legs from eating her pussy. As I was shaving she held my dick in her hand. "I see you still shave down there. I remember when you use to shave me. Would you do the honor please?"

"Shall we go for the bald look this year my dear?" I said with a big grin.

"You can do anything your want."

"I think you should shave me too just to be sure."

We washed each other quite thoroughly and more than once. I believe in the adage: "conserve water, shower with your lover. " I took the razor and with great delight, carefully shaved her pussy bald. I kissed my handiwork and smiled at how lovely it looked. She in turn carefully shaved my shaft and balls. She licked my cock from top to bottom insuring it was clean shaven and then licked each ball to check there too.

My dick was getting hard from all that attention and I turned her around to take her from behind. She guided my dick into her eager love hole and I reached around to hold her breast. The shower was streaming down her back and you could hear my body slap against hers. "Oh baby, I want you to cum."

Without any hesitation she reached a hand down and began to rub her clit. I could feel her body tense as her orgasm was near. She let out a long moan and put her hands on the walls to steady herself. I kept my dick deep inside to enjoy a pulsing vagina until her orgasm had past.

I think she got her wish because we did a lot of fucking. We fucked in the kitchen while fixing breakfast. I ate her pussy on the breakfast table until she could hardly stand up. She in turn sucked me off on the same table; then we slept some and hit the shower for a repeat. When I needed a break I brought her off with my fingers and a couple of times she treated me to a show as I watched her jack off. I find watching her jack off to be very erotic and I told her as much. She said it was a turn on watching me watch her. The new Teresa was definitely more relaxed and at ease with her body and mine.

The next evening we finished the Jack Reacher move during dinner, naked of course, and I will say that Tom did a nice job. Granted there were some liberties with the book but then that is to be expected. After dinner and the movie Teresa knelt in front of me and with her mouth and hands quickly brought my cock to full hardness. She straddled me and slowly took my dick deep into her cunt. As she rode up and down I rubbed her clit and licked her erect nipples. After several orgasms she moved off and brought me off in her mouth.

We cuddled on the cough enjoying the afterglow of satisfying sex and I suggested she look at her schedule and see when we could do a trip somewhere together. My first suggestion was a cruise since she had not done one. She was excited about that and soon we picked a time and the ship.