Terri and I had been together twelve years before we divorced. Twelve
long, sometimes hard and trying years. It hadn't all been pain and
misery; there'd actually been quite a lot of good times. But all the
while, we'd been growing steadily apart from each other.
It had been a mix of things from both of us, and while I can't
entirely speak for her reasons, I know mine had stemmed from a waning
libido on her part, and a growing weight issue. She'd never been a
small girl, but when we'd gotten together, she had curves, only maybe
ten or twenty pounds truly overweight. By the time we'd split, she'd
been well over a hundred pounds overweight.
The split had been largely amicable, but still awkward. We had no
children together, but we'd gained a large circle of mutual friends
over the years, and neither of us felt it was fair to divide friends
or make them choose.
I'd quietly resolved to avoid her, wanting to try and get my new life
started as quickly as possible and forget the pain of the fact that
I'd wasted twelve years with a woman I wasn't going to be with
forever. Fate had a funny way of intervening, however.
The first time we met up again was at a Christmas party. We'd kept in
casual contact via Facebook and Myspace, so we each knew the other was
going to be there, and had both politely made sure the other knew that
we weren't bringing a date.
As fate would have it, we were the only two people we really knew
amongst the other guests, and so spent the better part of the evening
together. One thing led to another, and we ended up at a hotel room
after too much alcohol. She was much more sexually aggressive with me
than she'd ever been, demanding I fuck her harder and harder, which
really worked for me, and I'd noticed she'd dropped a little weight.
Still, I made little note of it, and said an awkward goodbye shortly
after we'd finished.
About a month later, she'd called me up out of the blue..and suggested
we get a hotel room. I had little to nothing in the way of prospects,
so I agreed, kicking myself for doing the cliche booty call thing.
This time was twice as good, and in that 12 hour period, she was
insatiable, taking everything I had and wanting more. I barely slept
at all as we played all sorts of bondage and rough sex games, the kind
I always wanted but that she barely indulged. And the rougher I got,
the more she loved it. Again, I'd noticed she continued to drop the
weight.
This continued for probably six months. Each month we'd get a hotel
room, and each month, she'd be a sexual dynamo, ready to satisfy me in
every way, and more demanding about me pleasuring her. Each month, her
body seemed to grow a little thinner and more toned. The last couple,
I was sure her tits were bigger. Not by much, but they seemed
well..more firm and perky, at the very least.
It was June..and she called again. I noticed it was early for her
usual "lets fuck" call. I always let her call. I couldn't bring myself
to instigate it, no matter how much I liked it. She called like
clockwork the last week of the month. She was a week early this time.
"Hey," she said, her voice confident. She knew I was going to say
yes..but she sounded more dominant, if that made any sense. "I'm house
sitting daddy's place this week. I was thinking you could come
over..it would be nice to have you for more than one night. You can
even go to work and then come back...well, if I let you leave."
"Sure," I said, cursing how eager I probably sounded to her. Still, I
could live with that. Her father was a millionaire. While he was a
pretty big cheap ass where it came to supporting his daughters, he
splurged on himself. He had the whole villa of his filled with toys,
from the HD tv to the 1000 channel satellite, to the superfast cars
and computer, to the olympic sized pool. I'd be a fool not to agree to
stay. It was PIMP.
So that's where I'm at now. I'm at his house..it's about 7PM, and
we're enjoying a steak dinner and a movie. That's when things started
to really get a little odd, and make me realize that SOMETHING had
changed with Terri.