The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Anniversary

She�d already checked in. The desk clerk handed me a key and an envelope. Inside was a Hallmark card with a handwritten note inside.

�Happy Fifth Anniversary! Love, Ann�

Underneath were lip prints and then more words.

�Now get up here so I can leave lipstick prints in more interesting places!�

I chuckled. I was glad I�d stopped to pick up champagne.

Ann stirred when I entered the room. She was lying on the bed, nude except for some gauzy barely there panties. One hand was slid under the elastic, her fingers making slow circles beneath. I glanced at the TV. An Andrew Blake porn film with the sound off. Typical for Ann.

��Bout time,� Ann purred as I set my bag down and shed my coat.

�My flight was late,� I replied. �And I thought you like this,� I said, holding up the bottle of bubbly.

�Very nice,� she said. �That�ll be good later.�

�Don�t want any now?� I teased. Ann glared at me.

�You know what I want,� she growled. �Get your clothes off and get over here.� Ann emphasized her need by raising her hips and sliding her panties off. They ended up in a ball on the floor under my own hastily discarded clothes.

Like my last visit, the sex was incredible. In fact, it was like every time we�d been together. We only got to the champagne after three hours and countless orgasms, mostly Ann�s. She was disheveled but happily glowing. I was catching my breath and being very grateful I hadn�t cut back on my workout routine. My thighs were going to be sore tomorrow.

�You�re still the best,� Ann sighed as I filled her glass.

�Oh? Any new points of comparison?� I asked. Ann furrowed her brow.

�Since our last time?� she began. �Three. An investment banker, one of Jenny�s friends off and on for about a month, and a Chippendale�s dancer.�

�Oooh! A dancer sounds fun! Where�d you meet him?�

�Stacy�s bachelorette party,� Ann answered. �I enjoyed the naughtiness of sneaking off with him, but he didn�t have your stamina.� I just smiled at the compliment.

�And you?� Ann asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

�Not much,� I answered. �A one night stand at the trade show in November. And Sue, of course.�

�Ah. And how is Sue?� I shrugged my shoulders again.

�Okay. She says she understands, but I�m beginning to wonder if she really does.� Ann reached out and squeezed my hand.

�Most people don�t. My sister was appalled when I told her I was spending the weekend with you. She reminded me of every fight we�d ever had and everything I�d grown to hate about you.� Ann gave a mock sigh of exasperation.

�So what�d you tell her?� I asked.

�I told her you were the best fuck I�d ever had and that�s how I intended to spend the weekend.�

I cracked up laughing. It was too easy to imagine the shocked expression on my prim and proper former sister-in-law�s face.

�The sex always was the best part,� I acknowledged.

�Still is,� Ann mused.

�True, but now we don�t have all those other fights. No arguments over money or chores or whose family we�ll spend the holidays with.�

�No fights because you cancelled dinner plans to work late,� Ann added.

�Or because you insisted on playing country music at seven a.m,� I riposted. Ann laughed.

�In fact,� I said, �I don�t think we�ve had a fight in five years.�

�Mmm. I think you�re right.� Ann took a sip of champagne. She closed her eyes a moment, savoring the taste. Then she opened her eyes, met mine, and raised her glass.

�A toast,� she said. I raised my glass in response.

�To our divorce. Five years ago today.�

�And to the five great years since then,� I added. We clinked glasses and drank deeply. Then Ann set her glass aside and shot me a smoldering gaze.

�Ready for your ex-wife to fuck you again?� Ann asked.

�Absolutely,� I growled, setting my own glass down. Once again, we had a weekend to prove that I�d gotten screwed by our divorce in the best possible way.

--Fin--

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