1. The Mending Of Hearts


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Sensual_Tights, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    She could see the sorrow behind every smile and laugh. She had watched him grow up, so she knew him well. He was a committed man and dedicated. She knew this from when he played sports with her son growing up, and any endeavor he put his heart into. He had dedicated so much of himself to his ex-wife, and she'd spent quite a few hours listening to him and her son talk about his failing relationship at the time. She admired his efforts, and resented how her own, soon-to-be ex-husband, never gave her half that effort. The night continued with more beer and, as that progressed, she sat through all the drunken, raunchy man talk, occasionally reminding her son and his father that she was present. All the while, Bret remained cordial and reserved, though she knew at points that he had more than his share to say. But that's the kind of man he was, a respectful, conscientious man. As her glass filled and emptied like the others, her inhibitions slipped as well, but in a different way. Her marriage had flat-lined years ago, so even though her tanking relationship held more years of weight, she had already adjusted her mind to being single. Bret had been blindsided in a way and he was reeling. She could see the pain and maybe, in part, that motherly instinct wanted to make it better - to take away what he was feeling. She admired his stamina through the night. He did exceptionally well at keeping his poise, but she could see through it. Her son was too far in the bag to be of any ...
    support and, as they talked about women, she could see that his mind was with only one. That night, she saw a man. Not the boy she watched grow up, but a man of dignity and class. No matter what his ex had put him through, he never really put her down. He would just question why, then seek a solution; some way to fix it. He always wore his heart on his sleeve and she couldn't stand to see it broken, nor destroyed, by a girl who just didn't know how to appreciate what a real man offered. She wondered how she could help him: how to stop him from becoming like that jaded man she slept with every night. She knew the beer had affected her when she looked at his physique in a new, appreciative way. How the warm night had made his skin glisten in the light of the tiki torches, and kept his shirt glued to his skin. It rested on his body enough to give her a tease. She looked in his lap, and appreciated how his shorts rested over his manhood, giving just enough definition to what was there. It was nearing two in the morning and they had all decided that it was time to call it a night. Her son and his father got up and helped each other inside, but Bret remained in his lounger. She went inside and fixed herself a glass of water. She peeked at him through the window while he stared up at the moon, his mind obviously in the cosmos of thought. This man needed a woman's approval, or he would sink. She walked downstairs into the laundry room and removed her pants and panties. She slid on a skirt ...
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