“Is this a blindfold? Cooper, what the hell do you have a blindfold for in your bedroom? This ain’t some roadhouse, to play darts in, now is it?”
Cooper returned to the small bedroom carrying two bottled beers. “Well, it can be a roadhouse if you want it to be. I’m sure I can find a dart somewhere.” he flirted back and waggled his eyebrows.
She shook her head at his cheesy charm. “And what would the target board be then? We spent a hefty sum of money on this beach house, I won’t have you poking holes, willy-nilly, in these walls!” she accepted the proffered beer bottle from him.
“Well funny thing about divorce, Nell, is that this is no longer your beach house, in case you forgot. You got the main house, the car, primary custody of Malachi, Sanjay, and Pilar and I was allowed full ownership of this quaint little beach view condo really, it's not a house. And the ever-loyal, Romeo, who I can hear currently drinking from the toilet.” Cooper replied as he took a swig from his own beer bottle.
Nell pursed her lips. “Well, you still ain’t answered my question, smart ass.”
“The dart board of course would be your ass, dearie. I mean it would have me hard-pressed to miss a target so abundant and beautiful.”
“You saying I got a fat ass?”
“I mean it in a complimentary way.”
“It’s up to me whether it's a compliment or not.”
“I know,” Cooper said, and he crossed the room to sit and relax on the bed, kicking off his shoes. “Y'know… Frank isn’t due back for at least an hour or two, he’s out with Henry, before they both return for the poker game we got going tonight. You … uh… wanna try out that blindfold?”
“We are divorced, Cooper.”
“Yeah, and since when has that stopped us from fucking, Nell? Admit it, we have had better sex since we divorced than we ever did when we were married. That’s why you came over here in the first place isn’t it?”
“Noo! Malachi left his ball over here, I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I would stop by and pick it up.”
Cooper smirked. “Madelyn already called me to tell me she’d bought him a new one, two days ago. He doesn’t even know the difference. You wanted a proactive nanny, and she’s out parenting us both.”
Nell frowned. And took a swig of her beer. She looked at the blindfold she was still holding. She had to admit it was … intriguing. Moving over to set the partially drunk beer on the nightstand, she tried on the blindfold. “So… you .. uh, would find that dart of yours and try to find the bullseye, is that the idea?”
“Mmhmm, exactly. The attire would have to change though.”
Nell smirked. And immediately took her top off. The tan lines around her seasoned, forty-plus breasts were striking. She was tanned and freckled everywhere but the triangles around her nipples and areolae were pale and bright. Her frizzy red curly hair with streaks of gray and white made her nipples just as bright red and her skin very pale.
“Still got my target covered, Nell… how can I aim through all that fabric…” Cooper said. And Nell heard the sound of him setting his own beer bottle down and getting off the bed to walk toward her and then she felt his hand on her hip, as she fumbled to get her jean shorts down and off. His warm wet mouth on her neck, the scrape of his stubble that she remembered was starting to look seasoned in that salt and pepper way too. He was over fifty and had a well-maintained fit body, tanned … everywhere, with no tan lines whatsoever. And the hair on his chest was all waxed away.
His calloused fingers felt perfect on the soft of her breasts as her jean shorts fell to the ground, more tan lines around her ass, and a perfect pale triangle around her trimmed pubic area. Curly red hair in a perfect triangle, everywhere else below her hips was hairless.
“Mm, that’s it. That’s my target, riiiight here” He groaned as he slipped a finger between her ample ass cheeks. Nell spread her legs apart and bent over. Her hands reached blindly for the bed and pillows before she rested her head on the pillow, ass - or target presented to Cooper, her ex-husband of six years, “Aim true with that dart, Coop, you know how angry the bull gets if you don’t aim true.”