There was light snow falling around me as I raced across the lake on my Skidoo. The lake’s surface was frozen solid and covered with a few inches of snow. That made it the fastest route to town. Certainly, it was better than taking my SUV over the snowy, icy back roads of the county.

As I neared my cabin, I noticed smoke rising from the wood stove’s chimney. I frowned. The fire had been out and the ashes cold when I left. Since I was away for three days, I had left the gas heater running on low to avoid freezing the pipes. But this was definitely coming from the wood stove.

I slid up the bank in a spot I groomed as a ramp. In summer, that ramp was my boat launch, while in winter it provided easy access to the lake for the Skidoo. I stopped by the steps to the door and glanced over at the area where I parked. There was an unfamiliar Toyota Highlander next to my own Nissan SUV. I was not expecting company.

Tense, I picked up a heavy stick from the pile of firewood I keep at the back. I figured that a club was as good as anything for defense. I approached the door and found it unlocked. Club at ready, I eased the door open.

Warmth greeted me. Obviously, the stove had been burning for a while. To my relief and puzzlement, I saw a familiar coat and boots in the entryway closet. I tossed the stick out the door and removed my own coat and boots.

In the living room, my ex-wife Leigh was on the couch, dressed for the season in a heavy sweater and slacks. Her face had a tense expression as she looked at me.

With a rather half-hearted smile, Leigh said, “Hi, Matt. How are you?”

“Good. You?”

Leigh sighed.

“I’ve been better.”

“You obviously remembered where I put the spare key. Guess I need to find a new hiding spot.”

My ex managed a wan chuckle.

“I did. I miss this place. And … I miss you.”

I was surprised and puzzled. My wife had been the one who asked for our separation two years earlier. She had also come out as bisexual and admitted to an affair with Ashley White, a professor at Eversham College that she met through her PR consultancy. We divorced the following year. As far as I knew, Leigh was still living with her lover.

“What about Ashley?” I asked.

Leigh wiped away a tear, then explained, “Ash left me a month ago. Told me that I’m not what she needs. Apparently, one of her grad students is, or so I have heard.”

“Hm. That could go badly for her,” I pointed out.

My ex managed a smile and chuckle.

“I am too nice to tip off the dean, else it could go very badly for her,” Leigh agreed.

I sat next to my ex on the couch. She leaned against me, putting her head against my shoulder.

“I have been so lonely and lost since she left,” Leigh said in a hushed voice, “I didn’t know what to do. I gave up so much to be with her. Then I thought of this place. I figured maybe I could retreat here for a few days to sort out my thoughts and feelings. I was halfway here before I remembered that you basically live here now.”

My job had no requirement to be near an office so I began working up North during the pandemic of 2020. Even with the return to normalcy a couple years later, I never went back. I still owned the house Leigh and I once shared in Eversham and spent some time there. But I increasingly preferred life by the lake so had listed the house for sale. Once it was gone, I could just have a small apartment in the city for when I absolutely had to go down.

“But you kept coming,” I pointed out.

Leigh shrugged.

“I figured the worst that could happen is you would turn me away. Then I could head over to the inn at Wedgewood Falls or something. Matt, you know me better than just about anyone. I just hoped you could be a sounding board and a shoulder to cry on.”

Tentatively, I put an arm around Leigh’s shoulders and gave her a light squeeze. I lowered my face to the top of her head. The faint smell of her favorite shampoo reminded me of the times that same scent wafted into my senses during more intimate moments.

“Leigh, I have long since given up my anger and disappointment over what happened. If you need a place to crash and some company, I’m here for you,” I told her

“Thank you,” my ex replied, her voice cracking.

Then Leigh let loose and started crying. Her body quivered from sobs as I held her close and gently rubbed her back. After a while, my ex became quiet.

“I’ve got stuff on the sled to bring in,” I told her when she seemed calmer.

Leigh looked at me and smiled.

“Let’s go. I can help. I picked up some groceries, too, figuring I might be alone here if you were away.”

That evening, Leigh and I cooked dinner together for the first time in over two years. For a little while, it was like the breakup and divorce were just a bad dream. I knew, of course, that it was not so; that this evening might be just a fleeting moment rather than a new start. Still, it felt good to share a meal with Leigh. Maybe we could at least put aside some of the anger and hostility of the end of our marriage and be friends again.

After dinner, we refreshed our glasses from a bottle of Merlot I opened and retreated to the great room. I sat in my favorite chair, feet up on an ottoman. Leigh took the couch, resting her feet on the coffee table.

“So what about you, Matt? Have you been alone this whole time?” she asked after some wine and small talk.

“Mostly. I’ve dated a few women. Had a thing with Angie Morris from down the street for a few months last year. That ended pretty quickly, though.”

“I really cannot picture you and Angie as a couple,” Leigh said, chuckling and shaking her head, “She’s hotter than hell, though, so I guess there’s that. I would find it hard to say ‘no’ to her myself.”

Hearing Leigh talk like that about a woman felt a bit weird given our history.

“Yeah, the physical side was great. We just did not seem to have much in common outside the bedroom,” I told her.

Leigh nodded.

“That’s part of what went down between me and Ash, too. She was great as my first female lover but we just did not click on other levels.”

“At least you got to explore your bisexuality a bit, eh.”

Leigh took a sip of wine, then put her glass on the table. Her expression was downcast.

“Yeah, I did. But the cost. Matt, I can’t believe what I did to you. After losing Ash, I know now how much it must have hurt when I walked away the way I did. I could have played that so much better.”

Leigh was starting to tear up again. I put my wine aside and joined her on the couch, putting an arm around her.

“If your desires for Ash were as strong as it appeared when you came out and asked to separate, I am glad you got to explore and deal with them. It was already clear that our marriage was not going to stand in your way.”

“You and I really had something great going, though. Too bad I fucked it up.”

“I am actually glad to hear you say that. Leigh, I still love you, even after all this.”

We looked at each other. Leigh wore no makeup and her short brown hair was a mess. That just made her more beautiful in my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a wave of desire. Leigh must have felt something, too. She pressed her mouth to mine. Our tongues met and danced as our lips slid against each other.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Leigh gasped.

Then she kissed me again. I lifted the hem of her sweater to get my hands underneath. As we kissed more, I caressed Leigh’s bare skin, then unfastened her bra. There was no resistance from Leigh, just a sly grin. I moved my hands to her small, firm tits, gently massaging them and rubbing her large nipples.

When we paused again, Leigh quickly shed her sweater and bra. She climbed onto my lap to bring her tits up to my mouth. Slowly, my ex brushed her nipples against my lips. I eagerly took one between my lips and sucked hard. My hand squeezed her other breast, rubbing and even lightly pinching the nipple.

I released her boobs and looked up. Leigh smiled and kissed me, then got down to the floor in front of the couch. She undid my slacks and pulled them down with my help. My cock was already half-erect.

Leigh kissed it then got back up on the couch next to me. She lay down on her belly with her face over my cock. After a wicked glance up at my face, Leigh wrapped her lips around my shaft. Her tongue stroked me as she began gently sucking.

I closed my eyes. My fingers toyed with Leigh’s hair and caressed her neck and back as she worked diligently on my cock. 

My cock was rock hard when Leigh released it and got off the couch. Smiling, she shed the rest of her clothing. Curly dark brown hair covered her mound, a change from two years before when she’d kept it bare.

I got my own clothing the rest of the way off and stood up as well. We hugged and kissed. Leigh grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and spread it on the floor by the wood stove. She got down on all fours, ass thrust out towards me.

Taking the invitation, I knelt behind my ex-wife. I rested a hand on her pussy, rubbing it with gentle strokes. Leigh was already quite wet so I entered her with two fingers. Slowly, I slid them back and forth, rotating my hand so they opened her up. Then I pulled them out and let her lick them clean.

Moving behind Leigh, I took her quickly. My cock went in easily, slipping between the wet folds of her opening. Then I began to fuck her with slow, steady movements. I reached under her and gently massaged the hood of her clit as my cock slid by it. It had been months since I last had sex and being inside Leigh again just made it that much better.

Finally, I felt things coming to a climax. Holding my ex-wife’s hips, I began fucking her hard and fast. The only sounds were the slap of flesh against flesh and our heavy breathing. I came hard, letting out a loud moan as I shot a load into Leigh’s pussy. A bit more and she was joining in with a cry that rose almost to a howl.

We lay down together in front of the fire after that, cuddling and kissing in the heat. Then Leigh lay against me, head on my chest. I am not sure how long we lay there in front of the fire, but Leigh eventually sat up and yawned.

“Just like old times,” she said, her voice cheery.

“Indeed,” I replied, “ready for some shut-eye?”

“Yeah. Been a long day, actually. Where do you want me to sleep?”

“My room is fine. The bed is a queen and it’s the only bedroom I keep warm these days. Having you there will just warm things up more.”

Leigh looked at me and cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re sure you want to be sharing a bed with me?”

“After what we just did? Why not?”

She nodded. I rose and helped her up. After some cleaning up, we settled in under my heavy comforter.

Leigh was already up when I awoke the next morning. I found her in the great room in her pajamas, staring out the window. A blizzard had blown in overnight. The lake, and even trees close to the cabin, were obscured by heavy blowing snow.

“Guess you’re stuck with me for at least one more day,” Leigh remarked when she noticed me behind her.

“No complaints.”

I pressed close, putting my arms around her from behind. My cock was stiff with morning wood and I rubbed it against her back a little. Her body tensed.

“No. Not now, Matt,” she said quietly.

That reaction surprised me after the previous night. I let her go and backed away.

“What’s wrong?”

Leigh turned to face me.

“Last night was wrong, Matt. We are divorced. We can’t just roll back the clock two years with some hot sex.”

That disappointed me.

“Last night went so well, I was hoping we were moving in a new direction.”

Leigh shook her head and told me, “I am still mourning my relationship with Ash. I am not even sure I ever properly dealt with my feelings about leaving you. I just went straight from you to her without any transition. Last night was amazing but, fuck, that was also insane. Can we really just leap back in as if my affair and the breakup never happened?”

I sighed and nodded.

“I guess you’re right, Leigh. But yesterday just felt so … delightfully normal. Cooking together, sharing some wine, screwing in front of the fire, cuddling in bed. It’s like a day that could have happened before Ashley came along.”

“I know. I felt that, too. But I can’t just go back that easily. I know myself better now and I know there’s more I want that I can’t get with you.”

“I hear you. I’ll get the other bedroom ready, I guess. Probably better we don’t share a bed again, eh.”

“Yeah, I think that’s best.”

Leigh looked close to tears, but seemed to pull them back.

We made the bed in the second bedroom and left the door open so heat from the great room could come in.

After that, I dug out the old backgammon and chess sets that we had used to entertain ourselves many times in the past. With nothing else to do on the stormy day, we just played games or went off by ourselves to read.

We did cook together for both lunch and dinner, but we also stayed clear of the wine. I guess we both figured alcohol had helped lower inhibitions and pave the way for the previous night. Leigh and I both seemed determined to avoid a repeat, even if I wanted her quite badly and suspected similar feelings on her side.

Evening fell and we both retreated to our respective bedrooms. I turned the gas heat up, which would help get Leigh’s room warmer since it was further from the wood stove. Then I lay in bed trying to read and not think too much of the beauty in the next room.

Towards midnight, Leigh appeared at my door.

“Can I come in? I can’t sleep,” she said, a sad note in her voice.

“Sure. You can even sleep here if being with me helps.”

“Thanks, Matt.”

She slipped under my comforter, careful to keep some distance between us at first. Soon, though, Leigh moved closer. I could feel the warmth from her body almost touching my own. Closing my book, I slid down under the covers and switched off the light.

There was a rustling as Leigh changed position. Then I felt her press against me. There was a light kiss on my cheek.

“Good night, Matt. I am sorry about today. And yesterday. And sometimes even about coming here at all.”

“It’s fine. I’m struggling with all this, too. But I do like having you here. As I said, I still love you in so many ways.”

I kissed Leigh back, then sleep overtook both of us.

In the morning, the storm had let up and everything was bright white in the morning sun.

“Shit, the cars are half-buried,” Leigh said when she looked out the back window after breakfast.

I joined her and chuckled.

“I’ll get Leroy, the guy who does the road, to plough the drive but we’ll have to do the parking area and cars ourselves.”

“I’m game. Where are the shovels?”

“There’s two in the cupboard by the door. We’ll have to clear the porch and steps on our way out, too.”

After changing into sweaters, coats, and boots, we went to work. Even with two of us, it was a fairly big job to shovel a path to the parking area, then around the cars. After an hour and a half, we had the vehicles cleaned off and a space cleared around them.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of snow,” Leigh gasped when we had finished.

“Yeah, quite a storm. Now we just need Leroy to clear the road and drive, then we can actually go places.”

Leigh smiled at me. Even in the cold, she looked sweaty.

“I don’t really have any place to go,” she said, “And I don’t really want to be anyplace else.”

Still smiling, my ex leaned back and let herself fall into the snowbank our shovelling had built.

“Me, neither,” I responded, joining her on the snow.

I lay atop her and we kissed. Gently, I ground against her as we made out in the snow.

“Too cold to get naked, else I would just take you right here,” I whispered.

Leigh giggled and replied, “Then maybe we need to get inside, eh. Because I really want to be taken.”

I paused, thinking about the previous day. Should I call a halt now, to give us more time to explore our feelings? Then Leigh’s mouth was pressed to mine. Those thoughts made way for lustier ones.

After some more kisses, Leigh and I got up and headed inside. We shed our coats and boots, followed rapidly by the rest of our clothing. The fire was already ablaze, so we just laid out the blanket and some pillows in front. I lay down and got comfortable.

Leigh stood over me, a smile on her face as she ran her hands over her nude body. Then she mounted my face before bending down to bring her mouth to my cock.

I kissed the soft lips of her vulva, then the hood of her clitoris. Already, there was a heady scent of sweat mixed with arousal between Leigh’s thighs. I licked her, then pushed my tongue into her while caressing her swelling bud with a fingertip.

As I explored my ex-wife’s pussy, Leigh had my cock in her mouth. She took it in deep, the head close to her throat. For a while, we just enjoyed orally exploring each other.

Leigh came first, releasing my cock to let out a cry of delight. I lapped up her cum eagerly, enjoying the musky taste and scent of my ex-wife’s nectar. She straightened to squat on my face, urging me on until she had a second climax and my lips and chin were wet with her squirts.

Turning around, Leigh straddled my loins. I was rock hard, aroused by her oral attention and the delight of bringing her to orgasm. Smiling down at me, Leigh slid onto my cock. Her pussy held my shaft in its warm, wet grip. Slowly, my ex-wife moved atop me, sometimes sliding up and down, sometimes taking me all the way in and then grinding against my pelvis.

As Leigh rode my cock, I ran my hands over her body. The feeling of smooth, supple skin under my fingers for the first time in months was as arousing as the sex itself. My hands reached her tits, massaging the firm mounds of flesh. I took her nips between my fingers to pinch and pull them lightly.

Feeling my orgasm building, I held on to Leigh’s hips and began pushing up against her each time she came down. Our eyes met, locked as we fucked in near-perfect synchronization. Then I erupted, moaning and closing my eyes as my body shook from the powerful wave of pleasure. My cock throbbed, filling Leigh with my rich cum.

My ex lay down atop me after that, my cock still held inside her vagina. We kissed, then she lay still, sweaty body almost as one with mine. I caressed her back and stroked her hair. The intensity of our love-making had me reeling.

Leigh started to cry, her tears wetting my shoulder. I hugged her and my sobs joined hers. Eventually, we got up and put on some clothing. I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and we sat on the couch.

“Matt, once again, I am so sorry. I hurt you and I had no reason other than being too focused on my own needs. What just happened … I want that again. But can we really be a couple like that again after the past two years?”

“What about your bisexuality? Your desire for women?”

“I don’t know, Matt. It’s not going away. It is me.”

I grinned.

“Well, I might have a thought. Remember our old neighbours, Jason and Sabrina?”

A light went on in Leigh’s eyes.

“The swingers?”

From the tone of her voice, I guessed she knew where I was going with this.

“Yeah, the swingers. What if we have a partially open relationship? Not like theirs, but just leave the door open to you having a girlfriend.”

“You’re serious? You think you can handle me having a second relationship?”

“As long as you think you can handle it. I need you to be upfront and honest, though. No more affairs, okay? We’ll need to negotiate the relationship but that’s a conversation I am open to having if it gets you back in my life.”

“Would you be up for a threesome if I found the right girlfriend? Sharing you with her or vice versa could be fun, I think.”

I grinned, not even needing to think about that one.

“I would be game. I mean, what guy doesn’t want to try having two hot bi women in his bed at least once in his life?”

We laughed and hugged.

“What about marriage? Are we going to get married again?” Leigh asked, sounding more tentative about this one.

“Let’s see where things go. It’s too early for that. There’s always the possibility that this won’t work out.”

Leigh nodded and responded, “That’s fair. Separation and divorce are a road I don’t want to travel again. So how do we do this? Live together? Just date and spend weekends together like we did before marriage?”

 “Well, I haven’t sold the house yet. It’s listed but I can call the agent and tell them to take it down if you want to move back in. If you would rather have your own space until we get more settled, that’s cool, too. But it is a three-bedroom, so even living with me you could have your own room.”

Leigh was quiet for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face.

“I’m in a one-year lease that just started,” she finally said, “so maybe I’ll keep that place until the lease is up. I can live with you part of the time to see how it goes. And take vacations with you, too. I’ve always enjoyed those.”

“And time here?”

“Of course. This place has always been special in our relationship. After today, I think it just got more so.”

We put our mugs down and snuggled close. I kissed Leigh lightly. She returned that kiss with more ardour. After making out on the couch for a while, Leigh got up and offered me her hand.

Smiling, I rose and let her lead me to the bedroom.