Chapter three - Another bottle of wine

Chapter three - Another bottle of wine

Chapter three - Another bottle of wine.

                      I made it home, showered, grabbed a bottle of wine and headed for the sofa. I had a long day and I deserved to relax a little more before Will brought Thomas back for the night.  I flipped through the channels on the t.v. before I turned it off and decided to play music through the surround sound. I enjoyed laying in the dimly light room with music playing. I always find it interesting how music can bring back memories from years prior with a few chords. I was lost in the bottle of wine and the sounds of my youth playing throughout the house. It was a wonderful end to a pretty amazing day.

The knock on the door startled me as I got up to answer I could hear Thomas say “The music is on, knock louder!” I opened the door and let him in. Will walked in behind him instead of is usual hug at the door. “May I use the bathroom?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response. Thomas jumped on the sofa and began telling me about the dolphins who were eating all the fish they caught. He began jumping on the sofa acting like a dolphin jumping out of the water. “Mommy, they were so happy we had fish for them to eat, one of them did a back flip way up in the air!” His hands raised high above him as he jumped from the sofa onto the floor below. “Can I go take a bath? I want to swim like a dolphin in the bath tub?” This was certainly a change. Usually it’s a struggle to get him to take a bath, even with baseball clay caked under his fingernails and elbows. “Of course, you can, go turn on mommy’s bath it is bigger for dolphins your size!” I said as I patted his behind and he ran down the hallway.


Will came out of the bathroom as Thomas almost ran into him pulling his shirt over his head, I didn’t notice what Will was holding until I saw his face staring at me with a serious expression. “What the fuck is this?” He held up Travis’s racing t-shirt and waited for an explanation. What the hell should I say? I was speechless, does he know? I stumbled on my words for a second until I was able to string a sentence together.  “It’s my dirty laundry, you want to throw a load in the washer?” He came and set next to me on the sofa, still gripping the wet sandy shirt in his hand. “Why would you do this?” He spoke low as to prevent Thomas from hearing him. “Do what?” I replied as I sat back in the sofa and grabbed my wine glass to distract from my hands shaking. “Why would you wear one of my old racing shirts to the beach? I thought you packed them all up for me?” I let out the biggest exhale as if I had been holding my breath for minutes. This idiot thought this was his shirt! “What else did you keep of mine?” He said slightly annoyed. I wanted to truly put him in his place and tell him that it wasn’t his shirt, I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel so many times in the past. I couldn’t do it. I knew that Will had a temper, and he would most certainly fly off the handle hearing who the real owner of the shirt was. I said “I didn’t realize that was your shirt, It was in my drawer and I wore it to the beach.” He sat back and tossed the shirt on the coffee table without breaking eye contact.  I knew at that moment he believed my lie. I wasn’t going to be arguing with him about a stupid shirt.  He said “well?” “Well, what Will?” I said with a sharpness to my tone. “Are you going to offer me some of that wine?” I handed him my glass and he poured what little was left in the bottle and took a sip.

We could hear Thomas splashing in the tub, sure to be getting water all over the bathroom floor. We both laughed at the sounds he was making. Will told me about their fishing trip and how they saw more dolphins than fish. “That’s why they call it fishing, instead of catching, right?” I loved using his own words against him. He always said that when we went out on the water. I was always sure it was because he simply didn’t know where the fish were.


A little while later, Thomas came out with a towel wrapped around him and a trail of water spots on the floor behind him. He asked if he could lay in my bed and watch his shows. Will scooped him up and said “I’ll get him settled if you grab another bottle of wine and a glass for me.” If you didn’t know any better you would think in this moment we were the perfect family. I didn’t object to his offer and I scooped up the shirt from the coffee table as I walked towards the kitchen. I threw the shirt in the laundry basket and grabbed a bottle of wine and glass before making my way back to the living room. My glass was half full when Will emerged from getting Thomas ready for bed.  He slept with me most nights since the divorce. I use to argue with him nightly about sleeping in his room with his fancy race car bed, but these days it was easier to give in and it was a good feeling having him so close to me. A few nights ago Thomas and I were getting ready for bed and he leaned over close to my ear and said “I’m going to sleep in your bed forever, mommy!” I said “not always baby, one day you’ll be married and have kids. You’ll have your own house and your own big bed.” He shook his head and said “no, I will kiss them goodnight and come sleep in your bed with you.” I laughed as this and told him that I would hold him to that one day.


“He is just like you, he’ll be asleep before the first commercial.” Will said to me as he grabbed his wine glass and joined me on the sofa. I couldn’t argue with that, I was already feeling my heavy eyes and the wine take effect.  We sat for awhile without talking, listening to the radio and sipping from our glasses. Will was starring down the hall lost in his own thoughts. I couldn’t help but notice he looked tired. He was still a very attractive man but he was no longer the young man I married all those years ago. He turned to me and said “do you regret not having another baby, a brother or sister for Thomas?” We always wanted another baby but it wasn’t in the plans for us. “I use to but now I’m just blessed to have him.” I replied softly. It was true, I would of had several children if it was meant to be. It seemed marriage and a big family wasn’t in the cards for me. Will moved his hand and placed it on my ankle of my stretched out leg. He started rubbing his thumb up and down. It was as if he was trying to apologize for how we turned out.  He could be so kind and gentle. This was always part of his charm, unfortunately he did have some not so charming attributes as well.

I pulled my leg away and stood up. “I’m going to check on Thomas.” I said as I made my way down the hall to the bedroom. He was right, Thomas was fast asleep in the center of the bed. I turned off the tv and pulled the door closed behind me. When I turned around I bumped into Will's chest. He was standing right behind me. He grabbed my face with both hands and leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft tender kiss, almost a whisper on my lips. “I miss you.” He said softly. I didn’t pull away as I should have. I blame it on the wine, slowing my response time.

His hands fell slowly down to my shoulders and then down my back until he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him.

He kissed me again, this time pressing more firmly. He tasted of red wine and regret. I pulled away from him as he softened his grip. “Stephanie I…” before he could finish his sentence I said “we are divorced and Thomas is just getting use to the way things are.” “I know, it’s just that I need to feel you, taste you please!”

Will dropped down to his knees, taking my shorts down with him. Pushing me back against the wall he widened my stance and barried his face between my legs.

He was soft and gentle. Taking slow long strokes across my lips. My hands instinctively went to his thick black hair. I began directing his head to the right spot. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the wall, exhaling deeply.

In the darkness behind my eye lids I had a vision of me in the water with Travis a few hours earlier. What was I doing? This isn’t happening!

I couldn’t stop thinking how different they were. “Stop, stop!” I couldn’t do this. Having sex on the beach with one man and then with my ex in the same day. If I went through with this, I would be one of those women other women talk about.  Will listened to my rejection and stood up, eyes fixed to mine. He was waiting for an explanation or excuse. I couldn’t tell him the reason why this couldn’t happen. “I promise I’m not trying to get back with you, okay?” He seemed to be pleading his case. “You are really hot and the wine has taken effect, let’s just have sex. It won’t mean anything.” He paused, waiting for permission to proceed.

“Is that your pickup line for all the ladies, meaningless sex?” I snapped back at him. “Stephanie, with any other women I would get what I wanted and go, your different. You make me want to slow down and enjoy being with you.” I know in his mind that was supposed to be a compliment but honestly it didn’t feel like that.

“That’s part of your problem, Will. I always felt like I had to tell you what to do and how to do it. “ “I needed a man in my life, not another child to care for.“

His eyes glassed over, I’m sure that struck a nerve. He took a step back and looked me up and down. “Is that how it is Stephanie? That’s what you think of me?” Before I could respond he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thighs. Grabbing me and lifting me against the wall. His very erect penis found my opening easily.

He began lifting me up and down over his shaft. He was breathing heavy, biting his lip. I have never seen this look in Wills eyes before. I didn’t think he possessed an animal instinct. Pulling me away from the wall he carried me into the living room and laid me on the sofa, breaking our contact, he stood over me. He reached for the wine glass on the table. Before he swallowed the remaining contents he said “turn over, now!”

I did as I was told feeling excited and guilty with the anticipation. I was bent over the arm of the sofa as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into position. Will was digging his fingers into my skin and thrusting with great force. I could barely hear his breathing over my own. I could feel the climax growing within me, my body temperature rising with each jolt. For the first time, he must have been paying attention to my body's reaction, he released his grip of my hip and grabbed a hand full of hair. Pulling my neck back, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "You're ready when I say you're ready and not a second sooner." His breath against my neck left chills on my skin. I was moments away from seeing fireworks. I lowered my head down into the sofa to muffle my moans as the release consumed my body. He felt me tremble underneath him. He slowed his trust and I felt him steel himself as he let out a deep breath. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up against his chest. He kissed my neck and whispered "always and forever" before pulling away and walking to the bathroom. 

As I stood looking in the mirror I couldn't help but feel ashamed for what just happened. My mind was flooding with judgement. How could I let this happen? What is going to happen now? What would people think about me? I brushed my thoughts away, wrapped the robe around me that was hanging on the door and headed back into the livingroom. As I got closer I heard the front door close and Wills truck start up in the driveway.



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