My Happy Ending

"They aren't very full anymore," she grunted.

"But they're mine," I grunted back. With my other hand I began to gently rub her engorged clit. She started whimpering and pushed her ass against me even faster.

She reached down and tried to move my hand away. "Stop doing that," she hissed. "You're going to make me cum. I want this to last forever."

"Sorry," I said evilly. "The card said this was supposed to be a quickie." I gave her one last vicious thrust, grinding my pubic bone against her ass and tapped on her clit at the same time. That was all it took. Her body sagged back against me reaching backwards for my shoulders.

I slapped her on her ass playfully and pulled out of her. As we walked towards the kitchen still following the string I couldn't help but notice a line of my sperm running down her leg.

We sat down at the table in our breakfast nook, still naked and started filling plates with food. Amanda had made my favorite beef roast with carrots. She'd also made a beef flavored rice. We dug in not saying a word. I couldn't help but think that if she'd concentrated on doing things like this while we were married instead of satisfying her curiosity the other way, we'd still be together.

"What are you thinking about, Honey?" she asked. She smiled across the table at me and I marveled at how much I still loved her.

"Nothing," I said.

"You're probably wondering when the girl you married turned into this old hag, right?" she asked. "My tits aren't springy anymore and my ass is fat and covered with cellulite and spots and..."

"And none of that matters to me," I said. "I was just wishing that you'd chosen to do this instead of what you did."

"And that doesn't matter either," she said. "We'll fix it. Are you ready for the next card?"

"I thought this was all about dinner," I said.

"An important part of dinner, is dessert." she smiled. Then she handed me the last card.

"Make slow and passionate love to me in our bed," it read. She held out her hand and we walked slowly up the stairs. We were already naked so there was nothing to take off. We lay down in the bed together for the first time in weeks and I have to admit that it felt great. It was like coming home again after a long trip. We were both ready for it so there was no need for foreplay but we did anyway. We did a lot of gentle mutual rubbing and massaging. We kissed long, slow, wet kisses that were measured in minutes instead of seconds. And when I sank into her velvet sheath it was like parachuting into a warm cavern made just for me. It took minutes to reach the bottom and my touchdown against her cervix was gentle and cushiony.

We stared deeply into each other's eyes and I really don't know what she saw in mine but there was nothing but love in hers. I have no idea of how long we lay there in each other's arms. It seemed to take hours for us to ramp up the intensity but when we finally climaxed, it was bigger than anything I remember. Amanda refused to unwrap herself from me. We ended up sleeping the entire night through.

The next morning I ended up dragging my ass through another nearly sleepless work day. Angel called me at about two in the afternoon and told me I had a call on line four.

"Hello," I said lazily.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you even know what's going on?" asked a voice.

"Who is this?" I asked, not recognizing the woman's voice.

"It's Marge," she said. "As much as I want to see the two of you happy, I don't want to see it like this."

"What are you talking about Marge?" I asked.

"You've been fucking Amanda haven't you?" she asked. "And the sex is really good isn't it?"

"Well, yes," I said.

"Well stop," she said. "Amanda isn't in her right mind. She's scheming to get you back. Her lawyer is filing an injunction to halt your divorce based on you screwing her again and moving back into your house with her. He's been videotaping your comings and goings and is ready to take you back to court. You told Darrell that you'd imagined you've seen her often. It wasn't your imagination. She's been stalking you. Now if you want to halt the divorce that's one thing. But if you want to give up everything you've been fighting for these last few months because you couldn't keep it in your pants it's another. And I feel like I'm betraying Amanda by telling you this but think about it. How is Amanda paying this guy?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You split everything fifty/fifty in the divorce. Amanda is a substitute teacher she doesn't have money to keep a lawyer on retainer. How is she paying him?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Look Lawrence, she doesn't feel good about it. She thinks it's like a sacrifice she's making to get you back, but you really should know..."

"Marge is she having sex with this guy too?" I asked. There was nothing but silence on the phone.

After a few moments she added, "And he's not the only one."

"Thanks, for the warning Marge," I said. "I have to go."

I spent the rest of the day working as hard as I could. Working seemed to revitalize me. The last few days had actually only set me back. It would be even harder and even worse trying to get over Amanda all over again.

When I left work that day, she was waiting by my car. She smiled as I walked up to her. "I took a cab here," she said. "So I could finally get a ride in this car."

"So where do you think you're going," I asked tersely.

"Wherever you are," she said smiling. "Your place is fine, or our place. Wherever you'd like is fine with me. Last night was the best night of my life and tonight will be more of the same. I have a little something planned at home but if you want to take me to your place that's fine too."

"I don't see it happening Amanda," I said.

"So last night while we were making love it was back to Manda and Baby, but now I'm Amanda again?" she asked. "Whatever you're angry about we can make it go away."

"Not ever again," I said.

"Rence stop acting stupid," she said. "You just need to relax. You've had a hard day."

I unlocked the driver's side door but not the passenger side. "Goodbye Amanda," I said.

"Rence, don't you want some pussy?" she asked nervously. "I can make it even better than before."

"Amanda, give it to your lawyer, or whoever else you've been fucking," I snapped. I started the Mustang's motor and I could hear her begging me to stop and talk to her even as I drove away.

For the next few weeks I avoided all communication with Amanda. She even tried to use our daughter until I finally decided that Paige was old enough to know what Amanda had done and why we'd really gotten divorced. After that there were no more calls.

It actually took six months before I ran into Amanda again. I'd been competing in one of those urban adventure races when it happened. They hold the races in parks in a city and you swim laps in a pool, bike on roads, run on roads and avoid or overcome all kinds of weird obstacles.

I was climbing up a rock climbing wall and was nearly at the top when I lost my grip and fell about ten feet. That was all I remember.

I woke up and passed back out several times over the next few days or it could have been the next few hours, I have no idea.

I do remember waking up and seeing faces around me. Some were familiar, other not so much. I think at some point I realized that I was in a hospital and that my injuries were serious. There was a pain in my head like a gorilla with two baseball bats was drumming on my head. I looked down and saw a call button not far from my hand. I reached for it and pressed it. Almost instantly there was a pretty nurse at my side.

"Welcome back," she said. Her voice was very dry and just slightly husky but with the barest hint of a southern accent. "We're gonna be great friends."

I looked at her. "I meant because you're going to be here for a while. Do you need anything?"

I was back out of it before I could answer the question. I don't remember when I woke up again but I knew there was something wrong. Someone was holding my hand and stroking my forehead gently. I could tell it was a woman by her perfume. She leaned over and kissed me and I saw that it was Amanda.

"I was beginning to think you'd never wake up, Honey," she said. "I've been here the whole time that you were out. And I'm going to take care of you and make you better. When you're hurt you need to have the people who love you around. This will be a new start for us, Honey. We have so much still, we used to have everything and we'll get back there again." She just smiled at me and held my hand.

"Amanda, get the fuck out of here," I yelled. It barely came out because my voice was hoarse and my throat was dry.

My voice got stronger as I awoke fully and I lashed out at her. "It's nice to know that you were there. Thanks for acting like you cared and making me feel like I was the only one. When really I was just one among the other guys you fucked. It's nice to know we had it all. Thanks for watching as I fall and letting me know we were done." She stared at me in horror.

"Rence we aren't done, this was just a setback," she said.

"Amanda, you were everything I ever wanted," I said. "We were meant to be. We were supposed to be, but we lost it. You've changed and the new you, this sex crazed woman doesn't belong to me. It used to be that I knew your heart like I knew my own. Now it feels like you're just going through the motions. It feels like none of what we had was ever real, like all this time you were pretending; so much for my Happy Ending. Now I have to move on with my life. Get the fuck out of my room." I reached for the call button and the nurse came in before I pushed it a second time.

"I was sure that having your wife here would make you better," she smiled.

"I thought we were going to be friends," I said. She sensed that something was wrong immediately.

"I don't want this woman near me, ever. Under no circumstances is she to be allowed to come near me," I said.

"She said that she was your wife," said the nurse. "Her ID shows her to have your same last name and she's on your ICE file on your cell phone. She's also carried on your health insurance."

"That's all old news and old info," I said. "When I feel better, I'll bring you up to date."

"You're going to have to leave ma'am," said the nurse.

"I'm not going anywhere," said Amanda.

"Yes you are," said the nurse. "You can either walk out of here like a lady or be thrown out like the trash."

Amanda's eyes narrowed. "Little girl, I don't think you could throw me out of here if you tried."

"I wasn't planning on it grandma. I'll just call security. But trust me, if you piss me off, I'll kick your old ass and THEN call security. So either way, you're leaving. I won't have you upsetting my patient."

"Rence, tell her that this is a mistake. Tell her we're married and just going through a misunderstanding. I'll be here for you. All you have to do is call me. When they let you out of here, I'll be the one taking care of you."

Amanda was backing out of the room as the nurse advanced on her. The nurse closed the door after Amanda left and then turned back to me. "What about the other four?" she asked.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face. "The other four people who've been either calling you or visiting you daily," she said. "One of them is a big black guy. He sometimes comes with another older woman. Then there are two who call on the phone all the time. A guy in the military and a girl named Paige."

"Paige is my daughter. I'll take her calls. The other caller is probably my son he's stationed overseas. I'll take his calls too. The big black guy is my business partner and friend, you have to let him see me, he's kind of emotional. The woman with him is...well she's a friend too. So she's okay."

The nurse nodded and turned away. "I'm going to get you some solid food, you must be starving by now and you owe me a story."

She came back into the room several minutes later with a tray of terrible looking food. "I know it's hospital food but it's been a while since you ate so take it slowly. Since you're going to be talking a lot anyway that should help to slow you down," she said. She pulled a chair over close to the bed after setting up the tray. That was when I got my first actual look at her.

She was short even for a woman. But she was all woman. I'm just less than six feet tall and Amanda is a good five foot nine or ten. My nurse couldn't have been much taller than five foot one. There were healthy swellings in her uniform both above and below the waist. As she sat down to watch me eat, the thing that struck me the most was her face and the expression on it. At thirty, she was in the middle ground. Nowhere near as old as Amanda and I, but old enough to have seen a lot of living.

Her hair was cut short, but it was very stylish. It was very dark but still brown not black. The cut of her hair and her body reminded me of a younger Sophia Loren. All the way until you got to her eyes that is. Her eyes are amazing. Some women's faces revolve around a very expressive mouth. Her face was all dominated by those eyes. They were so blue they didn't seem real. They're also so expressive that you can tell when she's happy without ever seeing her smile. Her eyes are everything.

Her hands are also amazingly demonstrative. They act as exclamation points or cursors for her whole conversation. There were several times during our conversation when her words would trail off during mid-sentence and she'd finish her thoughts with gestures from those hands.

She started off telling me that I'd had a very severe concussion. There had been some swelling of my brain, but not enough to require surgery. Right now they were mostly concerned with my head aches and the possibility of brain damage and or memory loss. There was also the problem with coordination and motor skills. Some of that would be difficult to measure since my right leg had been broken in two places and I'd be unable to walk for at least six to eight weeks. The fracture in my lower leg had required them to insert a pin to help the bones knit and to give the bones strength. Luckily for me the pin was made of carbon fiber instead of metal, so the healing process and the recovery should be better.

"Of course, there are just some things that you're not going to be able to do any more," she said.

"Fuck that," I spat. "I'll just work harder. You'll see." She smiled when I said that.

"So, tell me a story," she smiled. "Don't worry about how long it is. You're my primary patient."

I started out telling her about my life starting with meeting Amanda and our life together. She had a wistful expression on her face while I told her about all of our triumphs and joys. She seemed especially interested when I told her about how much I loved Amanda and how long we'd been together. I finished up by telling her that we were divorced now.

She went ape shit and started accusing me of holding out on her.

"If you loved her that much, why are you divorced? And why does it look like you hate her?" she asked. She stuck out her bottom lip but it was those eyes that appeared to have convicted me before the trial was over.

"You guys got divorced because you cheated on her. She still loves you that much is obvious. She probably robbed you in the divorce because she was hurt and angry at you and wanted some kind of security later in life. She looks like she's a lot older than you are, so I'd say she married you to get a younger guy and you married her for connections early in your career. Now that you guys are older you want someone younger and hotter, but she was trying to hold on to you. She probably put up with it for as long as she could and then divorced you. Now she regrets it because she's lonely and single life is tougher on older women than it is on older men," she said all in one breath.

"I'm right aren't I?" she asked smiling.

I smiled right back at her, marveling at how she could be so beautiful while looking at me with outright disgust.

"Hm, Nursey," I said. "Why do I need to tell you all of the personal details of my life when I don't even know your name?"

"You don't need to know my name," she said. "Nursey is fine."

"Well Nursey, your version of my life is so much cooler than mine, that I think I'll use it. It sounds so much more macho. It makes me seem less of a wimp too. Why bother with the truth?" I said.

She looked at me and her gaze softened somewhat. "You have so much spirit," she said. "I guess I just hoped that you'd be different."

"Different than what?" I asked.

"Different than being just another asshole with a dick for a brain," she snapped. "Do you have any idea of how many times I've seen or lived through that? That's why I'd rather be alone."

"You seem to be carrying a lot of anger inside, Nursey," I said. "If you're such an expert on romance why the hell aren't you married?"

"How do you know I'm not?" she asked.

"No wedding ring and no tan line on your ring finger," I said.

"Maybe hospital regs don't allow..." she began.

"That fat doctor and the other nurse both had on wedding rings," I said. She looked down.

"Okay, I guess I'm romantically challenged too," she said. "I guess I have unrealistic expectations. I expect a man to want to be with me. I want our time together to be the highlight of his day. I expect and want him to have a healthy sex drive, but at the same time I want him to reserve it for the two of us. I want him to share in the responsibility for working on the relationship and anything else we do. I want him to be a shoulder for me to cry on, but also for him to be strong enough to share his problems with me when he needs to. I guess I need us to be partners in life and in love. When he sees some hot chick in a swimsuit, I think he should be considering buying that swimsuit so he can see how his woman, me, would look in it."

She looked over at me and I could see the sadness written in her eyes. "So I've been through a couple few guys, but they don't make that model anymore. All I get now is underemployed, misogynists who are jealous of my income or emotional, metro-sexual whiners who have no idea of what they really want. That's why it's really better for me to be alone."

She looked so sad that I decided to tell her the truth.

"You were wrong about me," I said. "I loved Amanda so much it was painful. We planned our whole life together. Kind of like the way you talked about it. The reward for everything we did was supposed to be a wonderful early retirement for both of us. We wanted to travel for a few years and see the world and then sit back and watch the sunset while we helped to raise our grandkids. We called it our happy ending. It was just about to come true. We should be retiring in about three years and we should both be working less right now."

"So why did you ruin it?" she said. "It sounds so wonderful."

"Get your head out of your ass Nursey," I said. "I didn't ruin it. Amanda came to me and told me that she needed to try some things that she thought she'd missed out on in life before we retired together. One of those things was having sex with someone else. I was floored. I was more hurt than anything else. I guess I handled it wrongly, but I just couldn't imagine someone who loves me doing that." She looked at me with her hand over her mouth.

"You didn't hit her?" she asked. I shook my head.

"I probably should have," I said. "We'd probably still be together. I just told her to do it." She looked stricken.

"Did she?" she asked. I nodded.

"She actually did it with two men. One of whom turned out to be my business partner, the big black guy as you called him." She stuck her hand over her mouth again. I loved it when she did that.