Then she started to cry in my arms. “They actually invited me to their fucking wedding!” she exclaimed, thankfully it was into my chest so mostly muffled, “The sheer audacity of throwing their relationship into my face like that. The fact so many of our friends attended and supporter their union showed me where their loyalties lay. I cut so many people out of my life…”
“And now you don’t trust anyone,” I stated softly.
“I don’t want to be hurt again that badly. I’d rather not put myself out there, but it’s left me feeling very lonely. Apart from family, I have a few colleagues I can perhaps trust, but I’ve been single since my divorce. That was a few years ago now. I try not to remember anything about it. Anything to do with that part of my life ended up in the bin.”
She stood up and disappeared, as I could see her tears had ruined her faint make-up. She returned a couple of minutes later with another coffee, sitting close to me again. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. “I’m not ready to date again, Mark, but just being touched like you are now is enough to set me off.”
I met her eyes and we both chuckled. I certainly understood how she felt. “Yeah, been a while for me too. Well, I haven’t made love in a long time anyway.”
We finished our second coffee, moving on to discuss anything other than our divorces. She asked plenty of questions about my daughters, admitting she found them absolutely adorable. I admitted that my daughters had like her, though she was rather pretty, and wondered if their father was interested in dating.
“I can’t,” she whispered, “And not because you’re my client…”
“What about a friend?”
“Not sure I can do that either, because…” She met my eyes and blushed, and I knew what she wanted to say.
As she only lived five minutes away, I took her hand and escorted her home. She lived in a small but modern apartment complex. We stopped at the main door leading into the building. She smiled at me, stating she’d enjoyed our conversation, even if it was difficult at times. Considering we were both going through the same thing, it was probably the first time she’d talked to someone who could understand what she’d gone through.
“You’ve got my number, Melissa. Call or text me at any time. I really won’t mind.”
“I might just take you up on that offer, Mark.”
She leaned up to kiss my cheek before hugging me again. I’m fairly sure neither of us wanted to let the other person go. I wondered if she wanted to invite me up, even just for another coffee. But she eventually let me go, wished me well, and disappeared inside. Returning to my car, I felt good about our coffee date but was left wondering if she’d ever be able to move on completely. She was beautiful, intelligent, and despite the heartache, there was no missing she was a genuine and kind-hearted person.
We would message and call each other nearly every day over the next couple of months as our divorce waited to be processed. To my surprise, Claire didn’t put up a fight, sticking by the agreement. She attempted to visit our daughters but they refused to meet her, and Claire had to abide by the restraining order otherwise.
Melissa did invite me for a coffee twice more before our day in court. By the third time I met her, she had styled her hair, applied a little make-up, and was dressed to impress. We had a couple of coffees, shared a piece of cake and a choc-chip muffin, and then walked hand in hand around a nearby park. Walking home afterwards, we stopped at the door leading into her doorway again.
I took a chance and leaned down to kiss her. When she kissed me back, I think we were both grinning by the end. But there was no invite upstairs. I didn’t mind and certainly didn’t blame her. I knew just spending time with me, and ending our date with a kiss, was a big deal for her. I was hoping to win not only her heart but her trust, but I had a feeling the second thing was going to be a lot more difficult than the first. There had been too much betrayal for her to have come out of the divorce mentally healthy.
Hannah and Katie were keeping track of my conversation and dates with Melissa. Returning home to find them lazing by the pool, I changed into my own swim shorts and dove in once I had my towel placed on a chair. I swam a few lengths before I joined them as they enjoyed the sun, lying back on their towels on the lawn.
“Good date, Daddy?” Hannah wondered
“Did you kiss her?” Katie asked.
“Yes and yes,” I replied.
“Yet you’re back already. That’s a little disappointing.”
“It’s not always that simple, Hannah. And she knows I won’t do anything more than what we’re doing until the divorce is official anyway.”
“But do you like her, Daddy?”
I smiled and nodded. “I do, girls. But I do worry about her being a possible rebound, though I haven’t been in love with your mother for long enough now that I do feel ready to move on with my life as soon as the judge confirms the settlement.”
Our day in court was soon upon us. I dressed in a suit, my girls looking gorgeous in their skirts and blouses, going so far as to style their hair, apply a little make-up, even wearing stockings and heels. I knew they wanted to look older for when they were asked to speak. As for Melissa, this was the day I’d see her in ‘lawyer’ mode properly. She looked stunning in her blazer, blouse and skirt, short heels not making her too much taller. Raven black hair hung to her shoulders, but as her eyes met mine, they positively dazzled me.
Watching her at work in court was a complete turn on. She controlled the room, and her opponent never stood a chance. The judge signed off on the agreement, Claire barely raising her voice as she lost her kids pretty much full-time and had to continue paying the mortgage on our house for the next ten years. I was surprised I got that, but as she made far more money, and the judge took into consideration her adultery, I was one of the few men who walked out of court a winner during such matters.
The meeting outside court was awkward. I could see Claire was devastated after hearing how much my daughters despised them, though I had little sympathy for her myself. At least she hadn’t brought her lover with her and tried to flaunt it in my face. Her parents were polite and I assured them access to their grandchildren would never be limited.
As we were leaving the courthouse, Melissa asked me to join her back at her office. She disappeared as I asked my parents to take Hannah and Katie back home. Melissa was already in her office by the time I’d parked up and rode the elevator to her floor. Emily was expecting me, smiling in my direction and gesturing for me to enter.
What I didn’t expect was to be leapt upon as soon as I closed the door behind me. Melissa grabbed my shirt and directed me over to the couch nearby, ensuring I was sat down before she straddled my lap. My hands immediately ended up on her arse as her tongue tried to venture down my throat at one stage. Moving my hands up, I took off her blazer before helping take off her blouse, leaving her in a lacey black bra. Her skirt was next to disappear, a pair of sheer black panties, black thigh highs and heels.
I had to ask, “Are you sure?”
“You’re now a single man. Are you taking applications?”
“Melissa… I’ve wanted this since the first time I walked in here.”
Her face lit up with a smile. “Me too,” she whispered before kissing me again.
My shirt, trousers, shoes and socks joined her clothing on the floor. I would have loved to do everything and anything there and then, but I had a feeling we just wanted to make love, finally giving into temptation to join together. Freeing my cock from underneath the underwear I was wearing, I was soon naked on the couch, taking off her bra and kissing down to her breasts.
“Yes,” she hissed, gripping the back of my head as I practically suckled at both her nipples.
Helping take off her panties, they were soaking wet. As soon as she felt my cock touch her, she almost jolted off my lap, smiling as she ran her pussy along my shaft more than once. Then she lifted herself up and I felt my cock at her entrance, watching her bite her lip, almost unsure of herself at the final moment.
Caressing her cheek, her eyes closed and she smiled again. Then I felt her slowly sink down on my cock. She was like a furnace, dripping wet at the same time. Lubrication definitely wasn’t going to be an issue as I soon found my entire length buried inside her. Hands on my shoulders, she gazed into my eyes as she rode me, leaning forward to kiss her, her hands moving to wrap around my body.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Oh god,” she moaned.
I easily lifted her up and turned us around, resting her back so her head was on a couple of cushions. I started to slowly thrust into her, watching her face light up, gazing down her slim body to watch my cock disappear inside her, dark, trimmed hair above her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
Kissing her again, our tongues were playful as her fingers started to dig into my back. Feeling her shuffle underneath me, the angle changed and she broke the kiss to cry out. Emily would definitely know we were making love by now.
Meeting her eyes, there was no doubting how she felt about me. I’m fairly sure I would already be looking at her with a similar look in mine. “Are you safe?” I had to ask.
“Never stopped taking them,” she moaned, “Keeps me regular.”
Good thing I asked as I filled her pussy with cum within a couple of minutes. I think it was just what we needed, both of us breathing heavily. Realising my cock wasn’t exactly going soft, she giggled as I resumed thrusting into her. “Make me cum again,” she whispered.
So I licked my thumb and lowered it down to her clit. She went off like a firecracker within a few minutes. She was so loud, I actually heard Emily state by the door that Miss Bonny was currently in a very important meeting and couldn’t be disturbed.
“I’ll be done soon,” she moaned loudly, “Just… taking a few more… notes… with my favourite client…”
“Might have to retain your services just so I can visit,” I suggested.
She giggled before we kissed again. Pushing me back, I sat down against as she straddled my lap, immediately riding me hard and fast. When she had yet another orgasm, I just had to wonder why anyone would have given up this sexual dynamo. She clearly loved sex and I could only hope this would happen regularly going forward.