That Smell

I still remember the last time my ex wife and I were together; it was our last night on a trip we made together to Greece. We were in a very luxurious room, we had made quite a mess drinking and dancing around the room. It was similar to our honeymoon, which I still remember fondly.

And I remember both events fondly and vividly because she used the same perfume, one that smelt of lavender. A delicate fragrance, you need to be close to smell it. However small it was, it was very her. If I were to smell that any other place, I would instantly think it was her.

We made love slowly, on that long and cold night in Greece. We had each other’s warmth and it was, sadly, our last good moment together. She spread her legs open for me to go to the place where her legs ended, and I carefully stuck out my tongue and licked her vaginal lips then went a bit deeper into her, her warm juices started to come out as I licked more aggressively.

She laid her head back as I continued to lick, putting two fingers into her slowly. The aroma of her perfume, and her body, wafted around me and gave the illusion I was in paradise; a lavender paradise. I was too horny at the moment, so I leaned forward and penetrated her in a slow motion. I began to fuck her slowly, sensually, kissing her on the neck as I continued, indulging myself in her smell.

She moaned softly, as usual. Her moans were not loud or shrieking, they sounded like the pleasure she was receiving and thus felt pleasant to hear as well. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we continued to fuck, embracing me as I went deeper into her.

Her pussy, now red and wet, had stretched from the motion of my cock going in and out. I pulled out and saw a stream of my cum, white and warm, coming out of her stretched pussy. I kissed her deeply for a good minute, and our bodies touched, naked and sweaty.

Her essence had faded away to the sweat, but I could still feel it. It was because I was with her, and that smell came to mind. I still smile recalling this moment, as well as her perfume, because all it brings back are good moments.

But not everything went well. After we came back home, everything seemed good of course. But a few weeks later… I found out she had been cheating on me with another man, and for longer than I had been aware of.

I found out a conversation on her phone, and tried to fool myself into thinking it was a conversation she was having with a friend. But further reading into it, I quickly noticed it was a man…

I did not want to confront her so quickly about it, because we had just come back from a dreamy trip. But how could she do that to me?

After a week, I decided to talk to her about it. We were having dinner and I brought up the conversation I read on the phone; at first she was trying to play it cool until I told her what I read exactly, then she was defensive because she said I should not be going through her phone.

She may have been right, but I was a fool to not do it before. She broke up with me and made a huge deal out of it, whereas I just wanted to fix things and give her another chance. Ever since, I heard she left to be with that other man…

But our memories remain. After the divorce, I was never able to forget her. Her essence, her passion, her beauty… all taken away from me. Ever since, I have been seeing other women, but no one came close to please me like she did, even if they were better at sex.

That is when I decided I should try to make it seem like I was with her. I started to meet up with women in my house, and I made them put on the perfume my ex wife used and kept my eyes closed while fucking them. That way, I could effectively imagine I was fucking her.

It’s been a year, and she does not want to talk to me as if I had done something wrong. I have her perfume to remember, but nothing else…