By Noble

“What do you want Adam?” she asked him, gritting her teeth.

Mary held the phone in her hand, speechless and confused.

It had to be him. Her ex-husband, rich and eloquent Adam Smith, had divorced her three years ago, leaving her with a quarter of his wealth. Three years ago, yes. She could still recognize his voice, despite that the only words he had muttered so far were hello Mary Bear.

“I know you are there Mary,” he whispered now.

Yes, it was him alright. Adam Smith still had that thick confident voice; the kind that affected the entire skin on her body.

“Adam.” Mary finally whispered.

“Yes?” he muttered back.

“Why are you calling me?”

As much as she hated to sound rude, she was genuinely surprised. Since their lawyers had almost torn each other’s neck to finalize their divorce, she hadn’t seen or heard from him. Was he still staying in that luxurious mansion where they had spent six years of their lives together?

“It is almost Christmas Mary. It is going to be three years soon since I last saw you.”

Mary blinked twice, trying to understand his words. He was counting the years? She thought that he didn’t care about her anymore.

“So?” She asked him.

“So, I called to see if we could see. Do you still like to spend the cold night of Christmas alone, away from the stress of work or worries?”

The phone almost dropped from her hands. Mary cleared her throat and fluttered her eyelashes just to make sure that she wouldn’t stammer. He was deliberately doing this to her.

“No! No! No Adam, you are not going to get into my head the same way….”

“I am not doing anything.” He interrupted with a stern voice.

There was a short silence as he breathed a long sigh into the phone.

“I will be at your porch on Christmas Eve,” he whispered afterwards, “do wear something nice.”

Mary didn’t know what to say. Her marriage to Adam Smith quickly flashed in her head and the memories of every single pleasure she had in the mansion rooms were enough to make her breathless.

“You don’t even know where I live.” She replied.

“Never mind.” His confident voice interrupted again, “I am rich.”

The line went dead before she could mutter any response. Sarah dropped the cellphone, trying to imagine what Adam’s play was.

By the time she was through thinking, she jolted up from the sofa, realizing that Christmas Eve was tomorrow.

*****

He didn’t tell her the exact time that he was going to be at her doorstep and she had waited most of the evening, wondering what might have changed about him.

Mary couldn’t believe that she was actually sweating, despite the weather and the thin fabric that was on her. Wear something nice he had said, not wear something sexy! She had chosen her autumn blue silk nightgown and had decided not to put on any underwear. Her round and pointed nipples were not only visible through the fabric, they were taut already while her peach-shaped breasts were full and plump.

As expected, the first place his gaze flew to were her breasts and he didn’t hide the satisfied grin on his face.

“I see that you understood the dressing requirement perfectly well.” He muttered, stepping into the house.

Mary stared bleakly at the darkness outside her home for a while before she shut the door. When she turned to stare at him, she realized that nothing had changed about him. He still kept his sandy hair neatly trimmed and curled while his blue eyes danced around in their usual way whenever he was up to something.

“I wanted to spend Christmas with you Mary Bear.” He whispered, moving further into the house.

“You said that on the phone.” Mary responded, walking behind him.

He began to stare at the walls of the house, moving towards the chimney.

“You married after the divorce.” He whispered.

“I did. It didn’t work out.” She responded sincerely.

Why did he choose to sit on the floor, in front of the fire?

“What happened? He wasn’t me?” Adam glanced up at her and willed her to sit beside him with his eyes.

She crouched on the rug with him and managed to keep staring into those persuasive eyes.

“He wasn’t you.” She agreed.

“What do you want Adam?” she asked him, gritting her teeth.

He was mute for a few seconds, becoming still. When he finally moved, his hands went to his shirt and he began to unbutton it.

“I came here for you.” He said. “I got married too. She wasn’t you.”

“I don’t understand.” Mary whispered.

“You will.” He muttered, standing up and slowly taking off his entire clothing.

Mary could only keep her jaw open and stare at his magnificent body. She had missed the nights that her fingers had strayed along the edges of his chest and abs before ending at his groin, circling his erect cock.

His dick was fully aroused as he stared down at her, conveying the rest of his feelings without muttering a word.

Mary wanted to stop herself, she really wanted to; but this was the only man that understood what she wanted. Their divorce had been a mistake. She had thought that their marriage had only been about the sex.

What was so wrong if it was?

Still debating this, she went on her knees and held his cock in both hands.

“I came for everything we didn’t have in years Mary.” She heard him groan just as she pulled his cock into her mouth.

“I want you back. I want those pleasure back.”

I am here now, Mary thought to herself; you are here now. We can have everything throughout Christmas.

He buried his fingers in her hair as she began to suck his cock, groaning her name. The moment his fingers began to meddle with the strap of her dress, Mary knew it was a matter of time before their moans ushered in Christmas morning.

 going to get into my head the same way….”

“I am not doing anything.” He interrupted with a stern voice.

There was a short silence as he breathed a long sigh into the phone.

“I will be at your porch on Christmas Eve,” he whispered afterwards, “do wear something nice.”

Mary didn’t know what to say. Her marriage to Adam Smith quickly flashed in her head and the memories of every single pleasure she had in the mansion rooms were enough to make her breathless.

“You don’t even know where I live.” She replied.

“Never mind.” His confident voice interrupted again, “I am rich.”

The line went dead before she could mutter any response. Sarah dropped the cellphone, trying to imagine what Adam’s play was.

By the time she was through thinking, she jolted up from the sofa, realizing that Christmas Eve was tomorrow.

*****

He didn’t tell her the exact time that he was going to be at her doorstep and she had waited most of the evening, wondering what might have changed about him.

Mary couldn’t believe that she was actually sweating, despite the weather and the thin fabric that was on her. Wear something nice he had said, not wear something sexy! She had chosen her autumn blue silk nightgown and had decided not to put on any underwear. Her round and pointed nipples were not only visible through the fabric, they were taut already while her peach-shaped breasts were full and plump.

As expected, the first place his gaze flew to were her breasts and he didn’t hide the satisfied grin on his face.

“I see that you understood the dressing requirement perfectly well.” He muttered, stepping into the house.

Mary stared bleakly at the darkness outside her home for a while before she shut the door. When she turned to stare at him, she realized that nothing had changed about him. He still kept his sandy hair neatly trimmed and curled while his blue eyes danced around in their usual way whenever he was up to something.

“I wanted to spend Christmas with you Mary Bear.” He whispered, moving further into the house.

“You said that on the phone.” Mary responded, walking behind him.

He began to stare at the walls of the house, moving towards the chimney.

“You married after the divorce.” He whispered.

“I did. It didn’t work out.” She responded sincerely.

Why did he choose to sit on the floor, in front of the fire?

“What happened? He wasn’t me?” Adam glanced up at her and willed her to sit beside him with his eyes.

She crouched on the rug with him and managed to keep staring into those persuasive eyes.

“He wasn’t you.” She agreed.