Monica’s Best Effort. Nine Wonderful Women. Chapter Two. by AndyAndrews. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  This is the second part of a series where each part can be read with or without having read the previous parts. Prior to the age of 48, I’d only had sex with two women. Then I split from my wife and had two fantastic years of sex with a lot of different women. Now, years later, I’m married again and still have the memories of the wonderful women with whom I had so much pleasure. These are the true stories of the wonderful women of my life. I love these memories and want to share them with you. In this chapter, Monica tries to get us back together, but it doesn’t amount to more than a great memorable sexual favor.Monica Tries to restart us. When I split up with my wife Monica after 24 years, it was because the marriage had become a continuous argument, not because either of us had an alternative partner to hook up with. I left to live on my own in a rented flat, and she retained the family home. We remained in contact because I was still doing bits of household maintenance, such as mowing the lawn, cleaning the pool and so on. I was also visiting frequently because I was needed to drive the kids to their sport and other activities. I felt sorry for myself, sorry for Monica and sorry for the loss of the marriage, but the breakdown was just two people growing apart. After all those years married, and with the recent history of arguments and stress, I was looking forward to living on my own for a while. At the age of 48, I had never lived on my own, had never been able to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, so I thought that would be fun. Although Monica and I were in frequent contact the separation was good because I could get away if an argument started. Monica had been surprised and upset by my leaving. I guess she thought things between us were better than my opinion. After I had left, she regularly suggested we should get back together, and after a few months, I agreed to go on a date with her to see if we could start again. Being on a date in a restaurant is a good way to avoid arguments, as neither of us were keen on arguing in public. So we had good food, a bottle of nice wine, and a calm conversation, which mainly revolved around her asking me why I left and why I didn’t come back. We had been through all this dozens of times previously, including with the marriage counsellor, and, as the counsellor had said, we had a choice: to make changes or to stay the same. Since we had not made any changes in the two years since counselling began, I had concluded that things weren’t going to change by me staying there, especially after Monica stopped coming to the counselling. This discussion went round and round until eventually, we finished dinner and left. I drove her back to the family home, which was now “her place”, went inside, hugged and gave each other a lingering kiss. Neither of us had had any sex for months, and the hugging felt good, probably assisted by the effect of the wine. She was an attractive woman, tall, almost imposing, with a little bit of extra weight that was mainly in the right places: on her ass and her breasts. The big problem I had with her was the arguments. As we kissed, she started rubbing my groin area, and I was feeling her backside, really enjoying the memories of so many great sessions of wonderful sex. She stepped back slightly and reached for my belt buckle, unsnapping my jeans and pulling my jeans and briefs to the floor in one action. I was trapped, jeans around my ankles with my shoes holding up my jeans, as she reached for my rapidly-hardening cock and took it into her mouth. Feeling my cock in her warm mouth gave me an instant full hard-on. During the marriage, she had rarely done this. She had been happy to put my balls in her mouth and work my cock with her hand, but she had only taken the head of my cock into her mouth a few times, and that was only when we were sh