The thought of meeting the ex

The days after our cabin getaway settled into a comfortable routine, filled with work, stolen lunch breaks, and cherished evenings with Randy. Our connection deepened with every shared moment, every touch, every laugh. Life felt full, almost perfect.

Then, one evening, as we were winding down after a particularly delicious dinner Randy had cooked, he brought up a topic that immediately put me on edge. He was idly tracing patterns on my arm as we sat on the couch, a casual intimacy in the air.

"So," he began, his voice a little softer than usual, "my ex-wife, Sarah, wants to meet you."

My blood ran cold. I stiffened, pulling my arm away slightly. "Randy, no. Absolutely not." My voice was sharper than I intended, but the thought filled me with dread.

He looked at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, grabbing a hold of my hand. "Whoa, hey, what's wrong? Why such a strong reaction?"

"Because," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "the last person on earth I want to meet is your ex-wife. Trust me on this, Randy. Most women, especially ex-wives, don't like me. I've been down this road before, and it never ends well." The thought of facing another woman who would likely judge me, dislike me, and perhaps even blame me for her past, was exhausting.

He squeezed my hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "Deppgrl, it's not like that. This is different." He paused, his gaze earnest. "Emma and Max they talk about you to her all the time to her  - they've said nothing but positive things. She sees that you make me happy, and she sees that you're good to our kids. It's important to her, for their sake, to put a face to the name they talk about so much."

"Positive things?" I echoed, genuinely surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Randy said. "They've told her how much fun they have with you, how you make them laugh, how you're patient with them. She's noticed how they've warmed up to you. That's why she wants to meet you."

"Well," I said, a slight, wry smile touching my lips, "she's already put a name to my face. Remember that church event, way back before we even started dating the first time around? Emma took a picture of us there. We were briefly hugging; Sarah saw it."

Randy's eyebrows shot up. "I had no idea Emma even took one, let alone that Sarah saw it." He looked genuinely surprised.

"Yep," I confirmed.

"But," Randy continued, his voice gentle but firm, "she still wants to meet you. It's important to her, for their sake."

I looked at him, still hesitant, but a small seed of relief began to sprout. The kids talking positively about me to their mother was unexpected. "Are you sure she won't hate me?" I asked, a hint of vulnerability in my voice.

He squeezed my hand. "I'm sure she won't. She's not like that, and even if she was, it wouldn't change anything between us. But for the kids, it would mean a lot if you'd just... consider it." He leaned in, kissing my forehead gently. "Just a quick but casual coffee. No pressure, just a hello."

I still felt a knot of anxiety in my stomach, but Randy's calm reassurance, and the unexpected news about Emma and Max, made me consider it. "Okay," I finally said, letting out a slow breath. "Okay, I'll think about it. Just for you, and for the kids."

Later, Randy and I walked the half mile to Aditi’s restaurant for dinner. She wasn’t in but her husband, Kumar, was. He greeted us warmly. "Deppgrl, Randy! So good to see you. Pick any table you like." We chose something in the back, tucked away in a quiet corner.

A few minutes later, one of the servers came by with a variety of warm samosas and two sodas for us, a complimentary starter from Kumar. As we were noshing on the delicious samosas, Randy and I continued to talk about why Sarah wanted to meet me. I was still digging in my heels, the anxiety gnawing at me.

Frustrated, Randy finally asked, "Deppgrl, why are you digging your heels in so hard with this? What's really going on?"

I took a deep breath, picking at a loose thread on the tablecloth. "It's like when my parents divorced, Randy. They were super careful of who they introduced us kids to and they eventually marry others. But when it came to them meeting their new partners, it didn't go smoothly at all. It was messy. I don't want that for us."

Randy's expression softened. He reached across the table and took my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles. "I get where you're coming from, babe. That sounds like it was tough. And I promise, I won't push you. This has to be on your terms, if it happens at all." He paused. "I'll talk to the kids to make sure that they don't saying anything about meeting Sarah to you. I don't want you feeling pressured."

A wave of relief washed over me. "Thank you," I said.

Just then, Kumar himself approached our table, a wide smile on his face. "For my favorite regulars," he announced, "a special tasting tonight!" He gestured, and servers began to bring out a parade of dishes.

First, Butter Chicken (Murgh Makhani) arrived, its rich, creamy tomato sauce fragrant with ginger and garlic, promising a sweet and savory delight. Next, Lamb Rogan Josh, a deep red curry, its aroma of cloves and cardamom hinting at tender, slow-cooked lamb. Then, a vibrant green Palak Paneer, the earthy spinach and soft cubes of cheese smelling subtly of spices. A basket of warm, fluffy Garlic Naan followed, its buttery scent making my mouth water. For a lighter touch, a bowl of Cucumber Raita was placed down, cool and refreshing with a hint of mint. Finally, a steaming plate of aromatic Basmati Rice completed the spread.

"Wow, Kumar!" Randy exclaimed, his eyes wide. "This looks incredible!"

"Enjoy, my friends!" Kumar beamed, before moving to another table.

We somehow managed to eat everything, savoring each distinct flavor – the sweetness of the butter chicken, the fiery depth of the lamb, the comforting earthiness of the paneer, all perfectly balanced with the fresh raita and warm naan. By the end, we were gloriously full.

"That was amazing," I sighed, leaning back in my chair.

"Best meal I've had in ages," Randy agreed.

As we were getting ready to leave, Kumar reappeared, holding a small, beautifully wrapped box. "For you, my friends," he said with a wink. "A little something for later." It was a box of his famous Gulab Jamun, soft, syrup-soaked milk solids, their sweet, rose-water scent already intoxicating.

We walked back to my place, the night air cool and crisp, a pleasant contrast to the warmth of the restaurant. Once inside, I carefully placed the dessert into the fridge. "I'm going upstairs to change," I told Randy.

As I headed upstairs, I heard Randy's voice from downstairs. He was on the phone with Sarah.

"...Yeah, I mentioned it to her," Randy said. "Look, Sarah, she's been through certain things in her life that make her overly cautious about who she meets. Especially when it comes to the ex-wife of the man she's dating, especially if she’s mother of his children." There was a pause, and I imagined Sarah talking on the other end. "No, I'm not pushing it," Randy continued, his voice firm but gentle. "It'll happen, if it happens, on her terms. That's the only way it'll work." Another pause. "Yeah, I know - for the kids. I'll make sure they don't bring it up to her either. Okay. Talk soon. Bye."

I heard the click of the phone. I took a deep breath and went downstairs. Randy saw me and he tossed his phone onto the couch, walked over to me and pulled me into his arms for a soft kiss.

"Hey," he murmured against my lips. "So, am I staying the night?"

I gave him a wry smile. "I don't know," I said.

He chuckled, a low, warm sound, and leaned in for another soft kiss. "Alright, I get it," he said, gently squeezing my hand. He kissed me deeply, his lips moving hungrily over mine. He grabbed his duffel bag from beside the couch. "Good night, Deppgrl."

"Good night, Randy," I replied, watching him walk out the door.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I pulled out my phone and called Darnell. "Hey Darnell, it's Deppgrl. Can you do me a quick favor? Can you make sure Randy's out of my neighborhood and safely at home – inside?"

"Sure thing," Darnell's voice came back, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Give me about an hour."

"Thanks, I owe you."

An hour later, my phone buzzed. It was Darnell. "He's home – I saw him go inside with the kids. All clear."

"Perfect," I said, a wave of relief washing over me. "You're the best.”

“Anytime," he replied, and we hung up.

With Randy safely home, a different kind of anticipation began to hum through me. I pulled out my phone again and texted Vic. "You free? Come over if you are."

He replied almost instantly: "On my way."

A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock. I opened the door to find Vic, his dark eyes already alight with a familiar intensity. He didn't say a word, just stepped inside, and I closed and locked the door behind him.

The rest of the night was a wild, uninhibited blur of sex, moving through every room of the house. We started in the living room, Vic pushing me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine as his hands explored my body with a raw hunger. "God, you drive me wild," he groaned, his voice thick, as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He drove his thick dick into my pussy with a powerful thrust, making me gasp. "Just like that, baby," he rasped, pounding into me with a relentless rhythm. Our moans filled the air, a desperate symphony of pleasure.

We moved to the kitchen counter, then the dining room table, the study's plush rug, and finally, the bedroom. Each location brought a new intensity, a new angle for his powerful thrusts. He had me bent over, on my back, on my knees, always pushing deep, always filling me completely. "You're so wet for me," he'd pant, his breath hot against my ear. We climaxed often, each shattering release shaking me to my core, my body convulsing around him. And each and every time, Vic groaned, his body tensing, and released his thick cum deep inside me.

By the time dawn broke, Vic was gone. I found a note on my nightstand, written in a bold, familiar hand.

Deppgrl,

Sé que estás en una relación. Lo de anoche fue increíble, pero no puede volver a pasar. Por mucho que disfruto mi tiempo contigo, se siente mal que estés engañando a tu nuevo hombre con un hombre casado como yo. Esto fue la última vez.

Vic

Deppgrl,

I know you're in a relationship. Last night was incredible, but it can't happen again. As much as I enjoy my time with you, it feels wrong that you are cheating on your new man with a married man like myself. This was the last time.

Vic

 

I knew all good things must come to an end. I fell back asleep for a little bit, but then jolted awake about thirty-five minutes later, realizing I was late for work. I grabbed my phone and quickly texted Tara.

"Hey Tara, running a bit late today. Should be there in about 45 minutes."

Her reply came almost immediately: "You're the boss.....you get here when you get here."

A small smile touched my lips; I was lucky to have Tara as an employee. I tossed the bedding into the washer, jumped into the shower, got dressed, and headed to the office.

Upon arriving, I greeted everyone with a cheerful "Good morning!" and a quick "How's everyone doing?" before immediately placing a large catering order from Dominic's. He always takes care of my staff and I. Dominic is always so generous with his portions and he occasionally adds extra treats.

As I walked into my office, I stopped dead in my tracks. There were several massive bouquets of flowers, arranged beautifully, filling the air with their sweet scent. Each one had a small card attached.

I picked up the first one. The card read:

My incredible Deppgrl,

Just thinking of you. You amaze me every day.

Love, Randy

 

The second card:

To the most beautiful woman, inside and out.

Can't wait to see you tonight.

Yours, Randy

 

The third:

For making my world brighter.

Always and forever, Randy

 

And the fourth:

Just because. You deserve all the beauty in the world.

All my love, Randy

 

I closed and locked my office door, then sat in my chair, feeling a wave of overwhelming emotions. The scent of the flowers was beautiful, but it felt heavy, a stark contrast to the lingering memory of Vic. I pulled out my phone and called Randy. It rang a few times, then went straight to voicemail.

"Hey Randy," I said, trying to keep my voice light, "it's me. Just wanted to say thank you so much for the flowers. They're absolutely gorgeous. You really outdid yourself. Talk to you later. Bye."

I ended the call, took a deep breath, and then, with a decisive motion, I carefully removed each card from the bouquets and shoved them into my purse, intending to take them home and keep them. Just as I finished, a knock sounded at my office door.

"Just a sec," I called out as I walked to the door to unlock it.

Tara poked her head in, her expression slightly apologetic. "Morning, boss! Sorry about the flowers, I know you're allergic, but Randy insisted on having them delivered."

I waved a hand dismissively. "It's alright, Tara. They're beautiful. What's on the agenda for today?"

She stepped in fully, a slightly perplexed look on her face. "Well, there's someone here to see you. They're seeking your assistance, though I told them that the staff and I are fully capable of helping." She paused, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "But this person said they'd only see you."

My eyebrows rose. "Oh? Are they here now?"

"Yes, boss. Waiting in the reception area."

"Alright," I said, a sense of weary curiosity settling over me. "Go ahead and bring them to my office."

Tara nodded and left. A moment later, she returned, ushering in a man with a confident stride and an almost unsettlingly direct gaze. It was Vince.

"Vince," I said, a slight surprise in my voice. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

He offered a polite, almost practiced smile. "Deppgrl. It's good to see you. I'm here because I need the best, and frankly, that's you."

"Please, have a seat," I said, gesturing to the chair opposite my desk. He sat down, his gaze still fixed on me. "You know my staff – you know how capable they are. They're all excellent at what they do."

"I do," he agreed, his eyes never leaving mine. "But I wanted to see you."

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. "And why did you assume I would take you on as a client, Vince?"

He shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Wouldn't know unless I asked, would I?"

"Well, save yourself the trouble," I stated, my voice firm. "Because I won't be taking you on as a client. None of my staff will be taking you on as a client, either. And furthermore, you are no longer welcome in this building – the building that I own." As I spoke, I swiftly typed out an office-wide email, sending it with a decisive click, outlining Vince's immediate and permanent ban from the premises and from receiving any services from my firm.

Vince's face darkened, his jaw clenching. "You can't be serious!" he stated, pushing himself up from the chair.

I met his angry gaze without flinching. "I'm perfectly serious. If you wanted to see me, all you needed to do was call or text me to see if I was available for coffee. This was entirely inappropriate. You know that I no longer mix business with personal. Not since Tomas."

He glared at me for another moment, then, with a frustrated huff, he turned and strode out of my office, slamming the door behind him.

A few minutes later, Randy walked into my office, a soft smile on his face. He closed the door gently behind him, then came over and kissed me softly. "Hey, babe. How are you?"

I leaned into his embrace, feeling the tension begin to melt away. "Better now that you're here," I admitted, a genuine smile replacing my earlier stern expression.

He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. "Good. Can you take the rest of the day off?"

"I can," I said, pulling back slightly to look at him. "Actually, I think I will." I picked up my desk phone and buzzed Tara. "Tara, could you step into my office for a moment, please?"

A moment later, Tara appeared in the doorway. "Yeah, boss lady?"

"I'm leaving for the day," I informed her. "Also, I want you to call the local police department and let them know that if they see Vince on this property, he is to be trespassed immediately. He is no longer welcome here. However," I clarified, "he is still allowed on my personal property, my home."

Tara's eyes widened slightly, but she simply nodded. "Got it, dude. I'll take care of it."

"Thank you. Have a good rest of your day."

"You too," she replied, then turned and left, closing the door behind her.

“Why is she being so casual?” he asked.

“My staff knows that I try to keep it casual and low-key here,” I said. “No one wants to work with high pressure.”

We gathered my flowers, locked my office and loaded my car. Randy met me at my house, helping me bring the flowers in. I quickly changed into some comfortable clothes, I hid Vic's note in the back of  a drawer and then headed downstairs to toss the bedding from last night into the dryer. We settled down for a late lunch.

"So, what do you want to do with the rest of our day off?" Randy asked, leaning back.

I gave him a teasing look. "Hmm, I don't know," I said. "I'm torn. Should we sunbathe naked, or just take a nap?"

He smiled, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face, and raised an eyebrow. "Well, you do have tons of privacy in that backyard," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "We can definitely do more than just sunbathe naked." He leaned closer, his thumb beginning to rub gently over one of my nipples, sending a shiver through me. "Much, much more."

My breath hitched. "Oh?" I whispered, my eyes locking with his.

"Oh, yes," he confirmed, his gaze intense.

Without another word, we got undressed, leaving our clothes in a pile on the floor. Hand in hand, completely naked, we walked out into the backyard. The sun was warm on our skin as we found a secluded, sunny spot on the grass and lay down, our bodies already humming with anticipation.

We fell asleep for a little bit, the warmth of the sun and the afterglow of our lunch together lulling us into a peaceful slumber. When we woke up, we instinctively flipped over and drifted back to sleep for a short while longer.

I stirred again, a soft moan escaping my lips as I felt a warm, wet sensation against my clit. Randy was awake, his head between my legs, his tongue expertly sliding in and out of my pussy. He worked his magic, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving me wild. "Oh, God, Randy," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck. "Yes, just like that."

I climaxed on his tongue several times, each wave of pleasure building on the last, my body trembling and arching. When the last tremor subsided, he pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming.

"Ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice husky.

"More than ready," I panted, still breathless.

He spread my legs a bit further, positioning himself, and with a deep groan, pushed his hard dick into my slick pussy. "Ah, you're so tight," he rasped, and began to thrust in and out of me, a powerful, relentless rhythm. We moved together, our bodies a blur of motion and raw desire. "So incredible," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, driving me deeper onto his dick.  We climaxed many times, each shattering release shaking me to my core, after each climax, he pumped his thick cum into me.

As he pulled out of my pussy, he groaned one last time, his body tensing, and poured more thick cum into me, a final, overflowing release.

"Want to take this inside?" I asked, my voice still a little shaky from the intensity.

"Yes," he breathed, his eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "Definitely."

We stumbled back into the house, grabbing a blanket from the living room, and headed for the spare bedroom, eager to continue our private escape. We tossed the blanket onto the bed and immediately resumed our lovemaking.

We started with doggy style, me on my hands and knees, Randy behind me, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes, his hips like a piston. His hands found my breasts, gently kneading them, then teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. "You feel so good wrapped around me like this," he murmured, burying his face in my hair. "So tight. God, I love this." We climaxed often, our moans filling the room, after he climaxed, he poured his cum in me.

Next, we transitioned to prone bone. I lay on my stomach, and he entered me from behind, his weight deliciously heavy on me as he pushed deep, grinding his hips against my ass. "Oh, Randy," I gasped, "that's amazing." "Every inch of you is perfect," he whispered, his breath warm on my neck. Our moans filled the room and he came in me often.

Then, we moved to missionary, our bodies intimately tangled, eyes locked, allowing for deep, soulful kisses with every slow, deliberate thrust. His fingers traced the sensitive peaks of my nipples, then his mouth descended, suckling one, then the other. "I could get lost in you all day," he murmured, his breath hot against my cheek. "You're so beautiful." "Just keep going," I pleaded, my voice breathless. We couldn’t stop climaxing and Randy kept filling me with his cum.

Feeling adventurous, I flipped over and took control in reverse cowgirl. I straddled his hips, facing his feet, riding him, setting the pace, leaning back to watch his face as I controlled every delicious inch of his thick dick sliding in and out.  "You like that, don't you?" I teased, grinding down. "Oh, yes, baby," he groaned, his eyes half-closed. I rode him for so long I knew he was close to being drained.

Finally, we tried the drop box. I stood, facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he held me securely, allowing me to slowly lower myself onto his thick dick, then lift and drop, controlling the depth and rhythm with exquisite precision. His hands cupped my ass, his mouth sucking my nipples, making them ache. "Oh, God," I gasped, feeling him fill me completely with each drop. "This is amazing!" "You're incredible," he panted, holding me tight. Our moans and groans filling the quiet room, each shattering release leaving us breathless and utterly sated, and each time he climaxed, he pumped his thick cum into me.

After a moment, he pulled out of my pussy, his breath still ragged. "One more?" he rasped, his eyes dark with a primal hunger.

"Always," I breathed, already turning. I bent over the dresser in the spare bedroom, bracing my hands on the cool wood. Randy came up behind me, spreading my legs a bit further, and with a deep groan, pushed his thick dick into my pussy. He began to fuck me like this for a long time, his hips pounding into me with a relentless, driving rhythm. He reached around, his hands finding my breasts, his fingers expertly pinching and tugging my nipples, sending jolts of exquisite pleasure through my entire body. My back arched, my moans growing louder, mingling with his deep grunts. He grabbed my hair into a fist, pulling gently, tilting my head back to expose my neck. He then leaned down, his lips finding my neck, kissing and biting softly, making me moan even louder; his hips never slowing. We climaxed so much that my body convulsing around his, his cum pouring me, leaving me utterly spent.