(Writers Note: This is “chapter” 3 of the Ex story series. I admit I didn’t set out to write three chapters but here I am. It is probably best to read the other “chapters” first. Also, this final chapter has taken a long time to write, as I said I didn’t intend to write this chapter, but a few readers have asked for it so here it is. Just so readers know this is a romantic reconciliation. If you don’t like such stories stop reading now.)
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I was sitting at my desk just sorting through some paperwork when my mobile rang. I didn’t recognise the number, I did think about ignoring the call, I don’t usually answer calls from unknown people, there are too many scam callers. But then I realised it might be my ex-wife, I did say for her to contact me at some point so I answered.
“Hello, Gary speaking.”
“Umm hello Gary, it’s Carrie, is this a bad time?”
“It’s fine Carrie, remember I’m the boss now, I can be free anytime,” I said in a light-hearted way.
I could sense the relief from the other end of the line.
“Umm, Gary you know you mentioned in your email about going on a “date,” she said tentatively.
I inwardly smiled, “Yes I did mention it didn’t I? and yes I am serious it’s about time we talked. Have you got a place in mind,”
“Actually yes Gary, there is a new restaurant that has opened recently, it does gastro time food but a few of my friends have been there and they like it. And on Friday evenings they have a resident DJ and if customers want to dance there is a dance floor. So I took the liberty of booking a table for 7.30 pm on Friday if that’s okay with you,”
She hesitated a moment before carrying on, “If you want we can change the venue or change the time.”
“Carrie, it’s fine, I know the restaurant I was thinking of going there myself at some stage and 7.30pm sounds good to me. As I understand it the dress code is casual, so if you don’t mind I will go with jeans and a shirt, you know I hate suits.”
I could sense relief and happiness in her tone of voice, “Thank you Gary this means so much to me. And yes you can wear what you like, but I will be out to impress you so don’t be too surprised if I dress glamorous,”
“If you want to Carrie, anyway I’m looking forward to the evening, just remember, whatever happens, happens, I want no preconceived ideas, and don’t put too much into the evening, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Gary, honestly I’m just glad we are talking and I will be able to be with you even for a short time. Anyway, Gary, I have to get back to work, for what it’s worth, I still love you very much and I will try my best to win you back.”
That last bit came out in a rush as if she was afraid I would stop her saying it.
“Okay Carrie, thank you for telling me how you feel, truth be told I knew you wouldn’t stop loving me it was a case of could I love you again, I look forward to you trying to convince me, bye, for now, see you Friday, I will meet you inside the restaurant okay?”
“Gary, thank you again it is more than I can hope for. I will be waiting inside, I have to go now bye my love,”
I could practically feel her smile and happiness, and yes I smiled too.
“Goodbye Carrie, see you Friday.”
I disconnected the call and sat back in my chair, was this a good idea? I thought to myself, did I really want to get back with Carrie, part of me did, but another part of me wasn’t sure.
I sorted out the paperwork walked around the warehouse talking to my workforce. When it reached 5.30pm I left work and drove home.
This evening is Wednesday so two days to prepare, I had a bite to eat then headed down to the gym. I went into the men’s locker room got changed and then walked out into the gym training area.
I turned towards a punching bag hanging from the ceiling, I spent some time punching and kicking the bag, I worked up quite a sweat.
There were probably ten people in the gym, I didn’t really pay attention to them I was focused on the punch bag, however when I stopped beating up the punch bag a familiar-looking woman walked close by, she had headphones on and she was focused on the equipment she was about to use, she was wearing a crop top and tight shorts, her legs looked slim and toned and her stomach was flat and tight, her breasts bounced as she walked.
Her arse was also tight her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and she walked along with a smile on her face, it was a smile and face and a body I knew, well maybe not her body, she had really worked out and she looked gorgeous. Yes, it was Carrie, I didn’t know she was training at this gym.
Several men saw me looking at Carrie. One bloke I knew, David who I sometimes sparred with laughed and said, “Gary, no chance, she won’t let anyone near her, almost all the lads here have asked her out at one time or another. She just keeps telling everyone she is married and is not interested in any kind of relationship.”
My face must have been a picture. Dave and I both watched as Carrie used the rowing machine, then after 5 minutes she got up and went onto a cross-trainer. Watching her arse move was very interesting to watch.
David again saw me looking intently at her, “Gary, mate, don’t even go there. She isn’t interested. You can watch all you like but she certainly won’t let you touch.”
He went onto different gym equipment while still laughing at me. I did try to restrain myself, honest I did, but with everyone looking at me I got off the equipment I was on and slowly walked towards Carrie who was unaware of me approaching her.
Instead of startling her and cause an accident I walked along with her and waited for her to notice me. It took about five minutes for her to stop exercising. Then slowly as if in slow motion she turned her head she looked at my body then her gaze moved upwards.
She recognised my t-shirt it was after all one she bought for me, an old Guns and Roses t-shirt, and then her eyes looked at my arms and shoulders, taking in my body mass and muscles, then her eyes met my eyes.
At first, her eyes were shocked as if she couldn’t believe her eyes, as if she didn’t believe I was there, then a huge smile appeared on her beautiful face.
She took off her headset and stepped off the cross-trainer, and leapt at me. I did consider stepping back, but only for a moment.
As she jumped I caught her, she had her arms around me and started kissing me. I could sense an astonished silence around the gym, the only noises were from Carrie as she kissed me and hugged me.
“Gary, Gary…I can’t believe you are here.” She said between kisses.
I gently let her down and disengaged from her. I turned around and yes everyone in the gym had stopped and they were looking at us both. Carrie realised what was happening and blushed bright red.
I took her hand and we walked to the small kitchen area at the back of the gym. Once inside I closed the door.
Immediately Carrie threw herself at me again. She wrapped her arms around me, and rested her head against my chest, “Gary, my love thank you for letting me do this, I have been dreaming of this for two years.”
“Umm Carrie, could you come up for air, just for a moment, we need to talk about something. Mainly why you are telling everyone we are still married and why haven’t you met and dated someone it’s been two years surely someone would have caught your eye?”
“Gary, listen to me, two years ago I fucked up and you rightly punished me. I didn’t like you doing it to me, but I can understand why you did it. Anyway, for 2 years I have worked hard at the job you helped me get, I have also spent two years getting into shape.”
She did a twirl to show off her body.
“Gary, this is all for you no other man or woman has touched me. As you probably know from your friend Dave, I told everyone I was married to try and put people off from trying their luck. It didn’t always work but your name does carry some weight around here and well when another tried their luck I mentioned I was your wife, and mostly I was left alone.”
I thought for a moment if all this was true, and it was easy to find out then maybe I could try to have some sort of relationship with my ex-wife.
“Okay, Carrie, I admit this evening has been a pleasant surprise, you look fantastic and yes I can see why you would get hit on. I admire you for waiting for me even if I wasn’t truly looking for you. So I suggest you go back to your trainer and I will go back to my rowing machine and bench press and then on Friday we meet up for our date.”
I stood up took Carrie into my arms and hugged her then kissed her forehead. Hand in hand we both walked back to our equipment. The looks from the people in the gym were amusing.
Dave walked up to us, “Gary you lucky son of bitch, you’re her “husband” aren’t you?”
“Well, technically I was, but she is my ex-wife,” I said still holding Carrie’s hand.
Dave smiled and said, “So she isn’t married to you, can I ask Carrie out for a drink?”
Simultaneously both I and Carrie said “No.”
“Okay, I get the idea.” With a pat on my shoulder, he walked away.
The others got back to their equipment and everything got back to normal. Carrie and I cross-trained together and then I assisted her to lift some weights she couldn’t lift as much as me but it was still impressive.
After another half an hour we both stopped exercising and walked hand in hand to the gym lockers.
We turned to each other and spoke at the same time, I held my hand up and she paused.
“Carrie, it was great to train with you, and it was good to be with you and it’s nice to know the truth about your time here. I will say again you look fantastic I can see you have worked very hard and it shows. Thank you.”
“Gary, my goal was to look good, feel good, and maybe catch your eye and maybe open some dialogue with you, what happened tonight was amazing for me. I love you Gary I always will. This body is yours to use any time you want. I will wait for you, my love.”
As she turned away and started to walk into the ladies locker room, she stopped turned around and lifted her crop top and sports bra showing me her B cup breasts.
“Gary, these are yours, my love.” She smiled and turned away.
I went straight into the showers and turned it to cold.
(Friday the “date”.)
Friday at work was busy, but I admit I was distracted, the image of Carrie in her workout clothes and then seeing her gorgeous breasts again and her admission that she had kept herself for me and me alone was indeed making my mind twist way and then the other.
Yes I did check out her story and all my friends and colleagues of Carrie backed up her story she only went out with her family and close friends, she was always the one to go home early, she didn’t drink to excess most nights she drank coke or some other soft drink.
She doesn’t dress up particularly provocatively on nights out preferring to wear casual clothing.
As for the gym? Everyone I spoke to said the same thing, she didn’t encourage or talk to any man that approached her.
So after exhausting every trail I had I have concluded that my ex-wife has been waiting for me I can honestly say the one time I caught her with another man was her only time.
Knowing all this information and making a decision tonight, “date” night will lead to other nights, at least as far as I am concerned. Finally, the time reached 5.30pm, I packed up my stuff walked around the warehouse wishing my staff a good weekend and then headed home to what used to be Carrie’s and my house, now just my house.
To be honest, it is a bachelor pad for me. Most of the furniture is new and there isn’t any sign of Carrie in the house. I got rid of everything connected to her when we divorced.
I got a beer from the fridge and went upstairs and got undressed and chose my clothes, even though I own my company I am not a suit person. I wear jeans and t-shirts around the warehouse and only at weddings and funerals I would wear suits.
I chose a decent pair of jeans and a newish shirt. I cleaned off my Dr Martin boots so they at least looked okay. And then headed for the shower. After that I trimmed my beard and shaved my head.
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I wasn’t too bad looking for a middle-aged man. I thought about the past 2 years without Carrie, and the various women who had come and gone during this time, none came close to my ex-wife.
I know it sounds bad but they all realised that they stood no chance of becoming my next wife. A few even told me to move on and actually leave my ex-wife in the past. One or two tried to make me forget Carrie by almost killing me with sex.
But to me is was just that, word soon got around that I didn’t have any feelings and I heard by accident that my nickname at work was “Sushi” (cold fish).
Friends and colleagues stopped asking me to go out to clubs and pubs with them, and yes women stopped asking me out. So now after 2 years I am going on a date with my ex-wife. Was I really doing this?
I finished my beer, went downstairs and walked out of the house locking the door behind me. I had called a local taxi firm my company used and it was waiting for me outside the house. I got in and told the driver where to go.
I got to the restaurant at 7.15pm and after paying the taxi fare I walked into the restaurant and walked up to the bar. I looked around but couldn’t see Carrie but then the restaurant was busy so it wasn’t surprising I didn’t see her. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer and just sat on a stool looking around the restaurant.
I could see through to the dinning area, it was busy with almost all the tables full and it was soon filling up around the bar. I checked my watch 7.25pm, I really hoped she wasn’t going to stand me up. I was just thinking about finishing my beer and leaving when I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard a cough.
I turned around and almost dropped my beer, standing in front of me was Carrie, she was smiling from ear to ear. She stood there letting me look her up and down, she wore a strappy black sparkling top and a black skirt to match. The skirt was high up her legs, not a micro skirt but not far off.
She wore high heeled black shoes that made her taller than she really was. Her clothes hugged her body perfectly and it showed off her tight perfectly formed body. My cock sprang up instantly, good job my jeans were not a tight fit.
“So Gary, do I pass your test?” she said with a seductive voice.
My eyes told her she did but I stood up and bending down slightly I kissed her on the lips.
“Carrie, you are beautiful.” I Said.
She blushed and said, “Thank you my love, you have no idea how long I have wanted to hear those words from you.”
She then hugged me I allowed her to pull her body against mine, after a few seconds the barmen said, “Get a room you two, and mate don’t let her out of your sight she has been fending off all comers for about an hour.”
I looked at him and saw him smiling, but around us I could see several men looking disappointed that she was hugging me not them. I let go of Carrie and without saying anything she took my hand and we walked to a table she had reserved for us
It was a table next to a booth so we could sit next to each other. There was already 2 beers on the table. When we sat down Carrie took one of my hands and held it, with the other hand she raised her glass and I did the same and we touched glasses.
“Cheers my love here’s to a new start.” Carrie said with a hopeful expression.
“Yes, cheers Carrie, here’s to the future.” I said while looking into Carrie’s eye’s.
“Gary, thank you, I know you must be nervous about tonight, I am too. Could I be honest and say I have no idea how tonight will go, I just want us to have a good time. And of course I want to reconnect with you.”
“Carrie, let’s just order our food drink our beer’s and then see how it goes, I will honestly say you are doing everything right in persuading me to give us a chance, you looked beautiful at the gym, you look beautiful here, now, Let’s just see how it goes.”
We did just that, we talked about everything that Carrie had done over the past 2 years. She started by telling me about her current job and again thanked me for helping her.
She told me about how she regretted what happened that night with the bastard. She repeatedly said how stupid she was and how if only she could turn back time she would never have allowed him to seduce her.
With tears falling down her face she told me how she had coped without me by going to the gym and getting toned and fit. She also told me how she used to run near where I lived but never got the up courage to look for me.
Then she said, “Gary, I want you to know I have not had sex with anyone in 2 years, since the divorce. I know its hard to believe but somewhere in my head I was “saving” myself for you.”
I looked at her and said “Carrie, look at you, you are gorgeous you are a red flag to every bull who looks at you, every man in this restaurant is looking at you wondering if they might have a chance with you. So far I have seen six men walk past our table and almost fall over. So are you really telling me you have had no sexual contact in the past 2 years?”
“Yes, Gary, I promise you I have not had sex with anyone in 2 years.”
She then blushed and said, “The only sex I have had is with my vibrator, you remember the one we bought for me when we were apart.”
I smiled, “Yes, I remember, the one we spent ages finding for you. The one that is exactly the same size as my cock.”
“Yes my love, your real cock always satisfied me and your “fake” cock always satisfied me when your real cock wasn’t around.”
My real cock was getting hard and I had to adjust myself. Carrie noticed and started stroking my cock through my jeans.
“Is that for me?” she asked as she touched her lips to mine.
“You know it is, it has been hard for you, since I saw you in the gym.” I said a little out breath.
“Gary, touch me, feel how wet I am for you.” She said as she pushed her tongue in my mouth.
I met her tongue as we made out. I reached under her skirt and touched her lace thong, I could feel how wet she was. I moved the thong aside and touched her vagina lips. I moved my finger up and down her slit until she was gasping into my mouth.
“Gary, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum right here.”
“Then cum Carrie, cum for me.”
And she did, I felt her juices flow out of her vagina and over my fingers and probably onto the seat. All the while she was kissing me and making gasping noise.
After a few minutes she stopped kissing me and slumped against the back of the seat. She looked so beautiful and sexy with her rock hard nipples pointing through her top and her breathing was soft as she tried to get her breath back her face and neck were flushed red just like I remembered when we had sex.
I leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.
“Hey there, are you okay?” I said quietly.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she slowly sat up and drank some of her beer.
“Wow, Gary sorry I think I lost it for a moment, I didn’t think I could cum like that, I seem to have made a mess of the seat.” She said with a smile.
We both looked around and although most people didn’t see Carrie’s show some people obviously did, a young couple just smiled warmly at us and a middle-aged couple looked flushed and I think they might have fun later tonight. I saw a few men looking at Carrie like a piece of meat, but they stayed where they were.
Once Carrie had calmed down we ordered our food, actually we only ordered one meal and shared it between us, we fed each other bits of food.
Yes we were like teenagers on a date, well maybe we were. We finished our meal drank another beer each and then headed towards the dancefloor area.
It was getting on towards 9.00pm so not many people were dancing and the music was quiet enough we could carry on chatting. We both stopped drinking alcohol and started on diet Pepsi.
Carrie had learnt her lesson and I really didn’t drink that much these days, three beer’s is my limit, yes I know we are now both lightweights.
The service in the dancefloor area was a bit sketchy so we found a booth near the dancefloor and while Carrie “powdered” her nose and tidied herself up. I went to the bar to get our drinks. As I was waiting in line I overheard two young men obviously talking about Carrie.
“Did you see that short sexy and fit woman in black wearing that strappy top and mini skirt? that middle-aged man with her is one lucky son of a bitch.” One of them said to the other.
“Yes I saw her, wow she has a killer body, her body is very tight, not an ounce of fat on her, and that arse? She definitely works out, and those tits, beautiful.”
So far I could only mentally agree with everything they said, apart from the fact they obviously thought I was much older than Carrie, that hurt a bit.
Anyway I bought several bottles of diet Pepsi and grabbed a tray to put them on. By time I got back to our booth Carrie was already there waiting for me.
“Gary don’t be angry, but while you were away three separate men offered to buy me drinks, when I pointed out my “husband” was already buying my drinks they offered to buy us both drinks. I think they were disappointed when I said I was only drinking diet Pepsi, I guess they thought about getting me drunk. They said they might buy me some Pepsi later.”
She paused and smiled, then looked at me to gauge my reaction. I couldn’t keep a straight face, and described the two young men talking about us and how they complimented her but seemed to be saying I was much older than she was.
Carrie laughed out loud, “Sorry my love I shouldn’t laugh. It is funny though, and it’s nice that those young men appreciate my hard work.”
She moved over onto my lap and kissed me, “Don’t worry my love I am your “date” tonight and hopefully for the next 30 or 40 years.”
I kissed her back with as much love as I could give her, “Yes Carrie, that sounds like a very good idea.”
I gently eased her from my lap and stood up and offered her my hand. The DJ had started playing fast lively tunes and a largish group of customers were gathering on the dancefloor.
There was a mixed group of people strutting their stuff, normally I am not much of a dancer, but tonight was different.
“Would you care for a dance my lady?” I said in a fairly good posh accent, which was nothing like my normal country accent.
Carrie laughed out loud again, but accepted my hand, “Of course kind Sir, I would love to dance with you.”
I lead her to edge of the dancefloor and we held each other kissed each other and without any prompting Carrie started dancing, at best I am a prop for Carrie, she danced around me, rubbed against me at one point she jumped into my arms kissed me and basically dry humped herself against me.
Of course other people did something similar, but Carrie outshone them all. We danced and made out on the dancefloor for a few more songs, as we left the area quite a few couples and single men looked impressed with Carrie’s dancing and those same single or not so single men looked at Carrie with hunger.
Carrie took my hand and was going to lead me back to the booth, instead I held her and moved her towards the door marked “Beer Garden” we pushed through the door and saw a group of picnic benches, no one was outside because it wasn’t really the weather for sitting outside.
Carrie looked at me and then at the nearest bench, “Gary, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she said softly but with hunger.
I just picked her up and she helped by jumping into my arms, I walked her over to one of the benches as we kissed passionately our tongues duelling with each other.
I sat her on the table top and kissed her neck and face I then pushed her legs apart and stood between them.
I pressed my jeans covered cock against her skirt covered vagina. We both started to dry hump each other. I moved her straps down her arms and kissed the top of her breasts.
Carrie then undid her strapless bra and her rock hard nipples were exposed to the air. Carrie thrust them up at my mouth. I took the hint and touched first one then other nipple with my tongue and mouth.
Carrie was gasping my name as I sucked and licked her nipples, I left little hickeys as I moved down her body. I pulled down her top and unzipped her skirt.
Carrie in turn undid my jeans and reached for my cock, as soon as she touched it I shuddered. Without thinking about it Carrie pushed her vagina towards my cock. She practically pulled me against her body, then she teasingly rubbed my cock up and down her slit.
“Gary, get your cock inside me, I have waited 2 long years for this.” she said while I pushed inside her warm vagina. I will be honest her vagina was tight, even though her vagina was dripping with her juices it took a few seconds to be inside her, I really did get the impression I was only cock to be inside her body for a long time.
We both stopped and looked into each others eyes recognising the fact that Carrie was tight and she would have to get used to my cock again. I’m not the biggest but it is quite thick.
When Carrie was accustomed to my cock she whispered in my ear, “Fuck me Gary, fuck me, reclaim me my love, my husband.”
I did just that I fucked her hard and fast making her cry out in pleasure, all the while kissing and licking her breasts, when she orgasmed her juices squirted out onto my jeans and her skirt. But that didn’t stop us.
“Gary fuck me doggy style, please Gary, take me.”
I pulled out and turned her so she was face down over the table, Carrie rested on her hands, her breasts bouncing as I pushed back into her again and fucked her slow and steady this time. She was pushing back against me and we built up a rhythm. I was getting close to cumming and her second orgasm was also close.
“Yes Gary, fuck me, cum in me, I love you Gary only you, yes Gary, yes my love give it to me.”
And I did I stroked her bouncing breasts and pinched her nipples, that pushed her over the edge and at the same time I shot my load inside her. We both shuddered and shook as we climaxed. I pulled my ex-wife against me and kissed her neck and stroked her breasts.
“Carrie, I love you, you are the sexiest most beautiful woman I know, you really have convinced me you are serious about us being a couple again. I know you fucked up and quite rightly I couldn’t stay married to you. Anyway thank you for tonight.”
With a final kiss I disengage from Carrie, she scooped up as much of our mixed juices as she could. She didn’t bother putting her bra back on, she gave it to me as a trophy.
She then put her skirt back on and pulled her top down covering her breasts. She really did look like someone who had just been fucked, which of course was the case, but I can honestly say she looked absolutely beautiful.
I kissed her on the lips and took her hand. We opened the door to the restaurant and every single man near the dancefloor followed Carrie with their eyes as we walked across the dancefloor. I lead Carrie to the table we paid for the food left a generous tip and then hand in hand walked out of the restaurant.
“So, Carrie, as I see it we have 2 choices, I either call my taxi and take you to your home or I call my taxi and we go to my home, which would you prefer?”
“Did you really just ask me that?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“Ah, okay my place it is then, I have to warn you I only have a sofa bed, it’s a king size but it might not be what you are used to.” I said with a smile.
“Gary, anywhere with you is fine, even if we sleep on the floor.”
I Called the taxi, we hugged as we waited just being close to me was enough for her. The taxi arrived and took us home. Carrie was asleep by the time we got to the house. I got out of the taxi paid the fare and then picked up my ex-wife.
With a little difficulty I unlocked the door and took her upstairs. I gently laid her down on the bed and undressed her. I found one of my shirts she bought me ages ago in the wardrobe. I put it on her and then covered her with the duvet. I then undressed down to my boxer shorts. I did think about us having a shower, but that can wait until tomorrow.
As soon as I slid under the duvet Carrie reached for me and curled around me so her head rested on my chest. Her breathing was slow and steady and soon my eyes were closing too.
Just before my brain switched off I asked myself was I better off with her or without her in my life? I did think as first dates went it was pretty damn good and definitely wanted more dates with Carrie. That was my last thought before I contentedly slept.
The End
(Writers note: Okay, this was last chapter of the Ex-wife/Ex-husband series. As I said earlier this is for the few readers who followed the series and wanted it finished.
As for the story itself, I personally think if a wife or husband or partner make a one off mistake, with extenuating factors and if they show remorse and prove they can be trusted again then maybe just maybe a reconciliation can be made, but hell I’m an old romantic.
Gary and Carrie did reconnect. No they didn’t get married but they lived to be old and grey as a couple, yes they had children. Did Gary ever have any trust issues?
No, Carrie never gave Gary any cause to worry about where she was or who she was with, she always told him if she had to work late, but of course Gary knew the her boss and frequently spoke to him so Carrie couldn’t lie. Any out of town trips for Gary were treated as mini holidays and they went as a couple.
Carrie also only went out with Gary or his family or her family. If they ever went dancing she only danced with Gary, even though she got asked many times over the years. Gary and Carrie also trained in the gym together, and Gary helped Carrie to learn kickboxing.
Once or twice Carrie did use that training when certain men didn’t take no for an answer. But the main thing about this story is they lived well and happily.
There will be sceptical people on this site that will not believe it, but it’s my story and this is how it ends happily.
Thank you for reading my story.)