Meeting the ex

Our alarm jolted us awake a few hours later, signaling the start of a new day. We groaned in unison, still heavy with sleep and the lingering exhaustion from the night's passion. Despite the early hour, a comfortable warmth filled the room.

"Morning, beautiful," Randy mumbled, pressing a kiss to my temple before slowly untangling himself from the sheets.

"Morning," I replied, stretching languidly. "Ready for the day?"

We eventually managed to drag ourselves out of bed and into the bathroom. We showered together, the warm water a soothing balm on our still-sensitive skin. After drying off, we began to get dressed, the movements slow and easy.

As I stood at the sink, brushing my teeth, Randy came up behind me. His hands gently brushed over my hips, pulling me back against his warm body. I could feel his dick harden. “God, I love the smell of your shampoo," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear.

I finished brushing, rinsed, and turned to face him, a playful glint in my eye. "Oh really? And what are you going to do about it?"

He grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me effortlessly from the bathroom to the bedroom. We laughed as he deposited me gently onto the unmade bed, the sheets still tangled from our earlier slumber. Without a word, we started shedding our clothes again, eager to return to the warmth of each other.

He spread my legs, his gaze dark and hungry, and with a deep groan, pushed his hard dick into my waiting pussy. "Deppgrl," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he filled me. He began to thrust in and out of me slowly, a deliberate, teasing rhythm that built the anticipation. "You feel so good, so incredibly good."

"Oh, Randy, yes!" I gasped, my hips beginning to move with his. "Don't stop!"

Then, he picked up speed, his hips pounding into mine with increasing urgency. We moved faster and faster, our bodies slick with sweat, until a shared climax rocked us both, and he came, hot and heavy, deep inside me.

As soon as he came, he didn't pull out. Instead, he started thrusting in and out of me again, a renewed fervor in his movements. I instinctively wrapped my legs over his shoulders, pulling him even deeper. "Oh, God, yes!" I cried out, my voice breathless. With a guttural groan, he climaxed immediately, pouring more cum into me. But he didn't stop there; he continued to ride me, his hips a relentless piston, until I felt the familiar build, a powerful wave of my own, and I screamed his name as I climaxed, my body convulsing around his.

He finally pulled out, leaving me trembling and breathless. "Get on your hands and knees for me, baby," he rasped, his voice ragged. I listened, my muscles still quivering. He positioned himself behind me, and with a powerful thrust, pushed into my pussy again, his hips driving deep into me. "That's it," he grunted, his breath hot against my ear. "You're so perfect."

"Oh, God, Randy!" I begged, my voice raw with desire. "Yes!" Moments later, the pressure built to an unbearable peak, and I was screaming his name as we climaxed again, a raw, primal release. He came in me again, a final, explosive wave. As he pulled out, he poured a little bit more of his cum into me, leaving me utterly drenched and completely sated.

As we lay there, catching our breath, a sudden realization hit me. "Oh my God," I gasped, a small laugh escaping me. "We need to shower again! We're meeting Sarah at The Old Mill."

Randy chuckled, pulling me closer for a quick kiss. "Worth it."

We eventually managed to untangle ourselves from the bed and stumbled back into the shower, washing away the evidence of our morning's passion. Once clean, we got dressed again, and I sat at my vanity to do my hair and makeup.

Randy leaned against the doorframe, watching me, a relaxed smile on his face. "God, I love your shampoo," he said, shaking his head slightly. "It just may get you pregnant!"

I burst out laughing, applying my mascara with a steady hand. "You're ridiculous!"

"Maybe," he shrugged, walking over to kiss my shoulder. "But you know it's true."

"You're lucky I love you," I teased, giving him a playful shove.

We finished getting ready and headed out a little early to ensure we got a good parking spot at The Old Mill. As Randy pulled into the restaurant's lot, he immediately noticed Sarah. She was standing by the entrance, nearly six feet tall and perhaps one hundred thirty-five pounds soaking wet , dressed impeccably. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her features were so striking, she ought to be a model.

"Randy," I whispered, nudging him. "Why didn't you warn me how gorgeous she is?"

He glanced at her, then back at me, a soft smile on his face. "Warn you? Babe, to me, she's just Sarah. My ex-wife, and the mother of my children. Her looks don't really factor into it anymore."

"Oh," I said, a little surprised by his casual honesty.

Randy then got out of the car and came around to my side, opening the door and helping me out.

We walked over to Sarah, who smiled warmly as she saw us approach. She and Randy exchanged a brief, friendly hug. "Hey, Randy. How are you?" she asked.

"I'm good, Sarah. You?"

"Doing well, thanks," she replied, then turned her attention to me. Randy put an arm around my waist. "Sarah, this is Deppgrl."

"It's so lovely to finally meet you, Sarah," I said, extending my hand.

She took it, her grip firm. "You too, Deppgrl. And let me tell you," she added, a wry grin on her face, "you are a very lucky woman. Randy never once helped me out of the car. Ever."

I chuckled, looking up at Randy and giving him a quick wink. "He takes very good care of me," I said, a warm feeling spreading through me.

We walked into The Old Mill and were promptly shown to a cozy table in a quiet corner. A server approached, and Sarah and I ordered martinis, while Randy opted for a soda. We chatted for a bit, making polite conversation, before ordering another round of drinks and some food. As I watched Randy and Sarah interact, a strange feeling settled over me. I saw now clearly see why Randy had fallen in love with her and married her. There was an undeniable comfort between them, a shared history that manifested in easy smiles and familiar glances. At points in the conversation, I felt like a third wheel, almost as if they were on a date.

"Excuse me for a moment," I said, pushing back my chair. "I need to use the ladies' room."

I hurried to the women's bathroom, and the moment the door clicked shut behind me, the composure I had maintained crumbled. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision, and I leaned against the cool tile wall, letting them fall. I knew, intellectually, that Randy and Sarah were over. They had been divorced for years. But seeing them together, the effortless way they communicated, the shared laughter... it honestly felt like I was watching them on a date.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Sarah walked in, her expression concerned. "Deppgrl? Are you okay? You left so suddenly." She saw my tear-streaked face and her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

I took a shaky breath, trying to compose myself, but the words tumbled out. "Randy kept telling me how excited you were to meet me but it truly feels like this was just an excuse for you two to spend time together. Like I'm a third wheel on your date." My voice cracked. Before she could say anything, the raw emotion overriding my filter, I blurted out, "If you want Randy back, just say the word."

Sarah's eyes softened, and she stepped forward, pulling me into a gentle hug. "Oh, Deppgrl," she murmured.

She pulled back slightly, holding me at arm's length, her gaze earnest. "Listen to me. I had no intention of making this feel like an excuse to see him, nor to make it feel like a date. Randy and I have a history, yes, and we have children together, which means we'll always be connected. But I don't want him back - not like that. Our marriage ended for a reason, and we've both moved on." She paused, her expression serious. "I truly was excited to meet you, for the kids' sake, and because Randy is happy with you. I want him to be happy."

I looked at her, my eyes still red-rimmed. "Then why were you flirting with him? Why were you talking to him more, practically ignoring me?"

Sarah's gaze faltered. She opened her mouth, then closed it, unable to form a response.

I dried my eyes with a tissue, took a deep breath, and walked out of the women's bathroom. As I stepped back into the main dining area, I bumped into our server. "Excuse me," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "Could you bring the check to our table, please?"

"Certainly, ma'am," she replied, and headed toward the kitchen.

By the time I sat back down at the table, the server was already on her way back with the check. I took it from her, glanced at the total, and then pulled out my wallet, giving her almost double the amount. "Please, keep the rest," I said, my voice flat.

Randy looked at me in disbelief as the server walked away, a surprised but grateful look on her face. "Deppgrl? What's wrong?"

I met his gaze, my eyes cold. "What's wrong? I felt like you trumped up Sarah's excitement to meet me as an excuse to see her, and it felt like I was a third wheel on your date."

He stared at me, shocked that I would say such a thing. "What? No, that's not true!"

"Isn't it?" I challenged, my voice rising slightly. "You two spent more time flirting with each other than Sarah and I spent getting to know each other – which was the entire purpose of this meeting."

"We weren't flirting!" he insisted, his own voice tinged with frustration.

I caught the server's eye as she passed by again, clearing a nearby table. "Excuse me," I called out, and she came over. "Ma'am," I began, my gaze fixed on her, "just a quick question. From your perspective, did you think my boyfriend and his ex-wife were flirting?"

The server hesitated for a moment, glancing between Randy and me, then her expression softened with understanding. "Honestly, ma'am," she said gently, "it was as clear as day that they were flirting. And I noticed how uncomfortable you looked."

"Thank you," I said, my voice firm. I turned to Randy, looking at him with a silent, pointed gaze that clearly said: "See?"

Without another word, I got up from the table. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the restaurant. I headed outside and immediately ordered a rideshare car on my phone. Thankfully, it arrived within minutes. I slid into the back seat. "Home, please," I said, my voice quiet. The driver, sensing my mood, didn't say a word, simply nodded and began the drive. The silence was a welcome relief.

I was dropped off at my house a short while later. "Thank you," I mumbled, handing the driver some cash, and got out.

I got inside, kicked off my shoes by the door, and without bothering to change, went straight to bed, still in my clothes.

My phone vibrated in my purse. Randy. I ignored the call. Moments later, another call. Ignored. Then a text. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted Kay.

"Hey Kay, just letting you know I'm turning my phone off for a bit. I'm okay, just need some space."

Her reply came almost instantly: "Got it. Take your time. Let me know when you're back on." I knew she'd reach out to Randy when my phone was off.

I turned off my phone, tossed it onto my nightstand, and despite the emotional turmoil, the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to me. I fell asleep.

I woke up many hours later, the room dark, my stomach growling. I was ravenous. I reached for my phone and turned it back on. The screen lit up with a barrage of notifications: fifteen missed calls and twenty texts from Randy. I scrolled through them, not listening to any voicemails or reading any messages, and then, with a decisive swipe, deleted them all.

I undressed, and for the third time that day, stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the lingering tension. Once clean, I got dressed into comfortable loungewear and went downstairs.

I heated up some of the lasagna from the night before, the rich aroma filling the kitchen. I poured myself a few glasses of wine with dinner. After finishing dinner, I put my plate and utensils into the dishwasher, then cut myself a large piece of the homemade brownies.

Once the kitchen was fully cleaned up, I refilled my wine glass, sat down in the living room, and picked up a book written by Allison Weir. It was a fictional book about one of King Henry VIII's wives. It was mostly fictional, as some nonfictional information was entwined in the story.

I was a few chapters in when my doorbell rang. I glanced at my phone opening the security camera app to see who it was; it was Randy. I sighed, put the book down, and went to the door. There stood Randy, holding the biggest bouquet of flowers I had ever seen, a vibrant explosion of roses and lilies.

"Randy. What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice flat.

"I came to apologize, Deppgrl. Please, just let me talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," I said, motioning to the bouquet. "Take these flowers back. I don't want them." I started to close the door.

"Deppgrl, please," he pleaded, pushing gently against the door. "I'm so sorry. I messed up."

I stopped, holding the door open just a crack. "You messed up? Randy, I trusted you. That's why I chose you over Vince – someone I've known almost my entire life, been in a relationship with for twenty years. I ruined that relationship for someone who was so excited for me to meet their ex. Vince wouldn’t do that nor flirt with his ex in front of me, nor make it appear that I was a third wheel on a date between him and an ex."

"I came to apologize, Deppgrl," he insisted, his voice earnest. "I swear I wasn't flirting. It wasn't a date."

"I understand why Sarah wanted to meet me. I truly do," I said, my voice hardening. "But to make me feel like shit, jealous, and uncomfortable? That is totally unacceptable, Randy." As I spoke, I was closing the door on him then firmly said: “Throw those flowers out. I don’t want them.”

As I turned to head back to the living room, I heard something slide under my front door; I ought to get the gap between the door and the floor fixed. It was an envelope with my name written on it. I picked it up and brought it with me when I headed back to the living room. I picked up my phone and called Kay.

“Hey, Deppgrl,” she said. “Did he come over?”

“Yes he did,” I said. “I told him to throw out the flowers. I didn’t want to hear his apology nor want his flowers. After I closed the door, he slid a note under the door but I haven’t opened it.”

“Deppgrl, he called me afterwards and he is kicking himself,” she said. “I told him to make big gestures to get you back.”

“I appreciate that, Kay, I really do,” I sighed. “Did I make the right decision by picking Randy over Vince? If Vince were in this situation, he wouldn’t have flirted with his ex-wife nor make me feel like I was third wheeling their date.”

“I know how much Vince means to you and all the history you have between the two of you,” she said. “Vince isn’t the right man for you.”

“What am I going to do about Randy?” I asked.

“Read the letter and you should be the one to decide,” she replied. “My husband just got home. Text me later when you decide what you want to do.”

“Will do,” I said. “Thanks for being my support, Kay.”

We hang up. I pour myself another glass of wine…I bring the glass and letter with me to the living room. I used a letter opener to open the letter. I took a sip of my wine before reading it.

Dear DeppGrl,

I was really happy you agreed to meet Sarah, and I genuinely appreciate it. As the mother of my children, she has a right to know who I bring around them. Even though Emma and Max are getting older, it's still really important for her to know the people I introduce into their lives; she feels it important to do the same…introducing me to someone that she brings around Emma and Max. It took us a good while to get to this comfortable place with co-parenting, and it's really made things a lot easier for us.

Please know that Sarah and I will always be connected because of Emma and Max. She's an amazing person and a friend, but what we had romantically is in the past. Our relationship is about being the best parents we can be for our kids.

I sincerely apologize for how I acted when you met Sarah. I honestly didn't realize I was flirting, and I didn't get how much that would affect you. I'm so incredibly sorry that I made you feel like a third wheel and an afterthought. That was never my intention, and it was totally inappropriate. I understand how disrespectful that was to you

It really distresses me that I made you feel this way. Please let me make it up to you. I love you so much, and I can't imagine my life without you in it.

All my love,

Randy

I didn't know how to feel about Randy's letter. Honestly, I felt a bit numb, but it wasn't from the wine; it was from another man who disappointed me. Men always disappoint me one way or another. I texted Kay.

"Hey Kay, after reading Randy's letter, I'm going to break up with him."

Her reply came quickly. "Is that you speaking, or the wine?"

"97% me, 3% the wine," I texted back.

She sent a "lol" and then, "Do you need me to come over?"

"I'm fine," I replied. "And yes, my phone's going to stay on." She sent the smiley emoji.

I reread the letter that Randy wrote. It didn't truly feel like an apology. Sure, it contained some random information of how it was important to introduce who they are dating to the other parent, but the apology part sounded a little forced. I knew that Kay ripped Randy a new asshole and played a big part in the apology. I wanted a real apology from the heart, not something "forced." I knew that Kay meant well and wanted what's best for me.

I looked at my phone to check the time. It was 11:47 PM. I texted Randy.

"Randy, I appreciate that you apologized via letter. However, it felt forced. If you were truly apologetic, you would have apologized on your own and far sooner, rather than having my best friend rip you a new asshole and make you apologize."

His reply came almost instantly. "I'm so sorry for apologizing the wrong way. Can I please come over?"

"I'm going to bed," I texted back. "Good night."

I didn't sleep well that night. I spent the night staring at the ceiling, contemplating my decision of Randy vs. Vince. I started to think that comfort is far better than a new shiny toy. I was tempted to reach out to Vince, but with how things went last time – at my office – I knew he wouldn't come.

Thirty minutes later, my doorbell rang. I used my phone to go through the security camera app to see who was at my door. It was Vince. I facepalmed myself. I got up, went to the door, wondering what kind of magical wine I drank to summon Vince.

I opened the door and invited Vince in. "Can I get you something strong to drink?" I offered.

He declined with a shake of his head. "No, thanks. It's late, and I'm on my motorcycle. But orange juice would be great, if you have it."

"Of course," I said, and brought him a glass.

We sat down, the silence heavy for a moment before I broke it. "So, why are you here, Vince?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Both Kay and Randy reached out to me. Randy knew he was in deep shit and wasn't sure what to do next. And Kay, well, she was championing you, as she always does."

"Look, Vince," I said, my voice firm. "No one should be that close to an ex-spouse – whether they had children or not – and expect their new partner to be besties with the ex-spouse. And they certainly shouldn't be flirting with their ex, or acting like they're on a date with them, while their new partner is sitting right there."

Vince sighed again, a deep, weary sound. "You're right. I'll talk to Randy in the morning."

"Thank you," I said, genuinely.

As he got up to leave, Vince paused. "Deppgrl," he began, his voice softer, "I also wanted to apologize. For assuming you'd take me on as a client, and for my behavior at your office. That was out of line." This was a true apology, sincere and from the heart.

"Thank you, Vince," I replied, and we hugged. As we stepped apart, he looked into my eyes. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. I didn't even have to nod; he knew by the look in my eyes that I wanted him to kiss me, and he did. His lips were soft, then firm, a familiar comfort.

After some time, he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. "If I don't stop now," he breathed, his voice a little rough, "I'll have you in bed."

"What if I want you to?" I whispered, my gaze locked on his.

He kissed me again, a quick, tender press of his lips. "I can't do that to another man, Deppgrl. Even if that man is in limbo right now." He pulled back fully. 

“This is why I should've chosen comfort over new,” I said.

He said goodnight, gave my hand a squeeze, and let himself out. I watched him go, then went to bed. I slept until 10 AM. I showered, brushed my teeth, and put on my favorite sweatpants and shirt, then padded down the stairs. Halfway down, I saw an envelope in my entryway. Great... Randy strikes again. I went to grab it. I opened the letter and read what he wrote:

DeppGrl,
You're absolutely right that I should have apologized on my own instead of having Kay and Vince talk me into it. I understand the severity of not realizing how much I screwed up yesterday and it kills me to know that not only did I hurt you but I also disappointed you. I love you more than anything on earth and I don't want to lose you. Please forgive me.

Yours forever....

Randy