I just turned 49 and, up until about a year ago, was married to a total jerk for a little over 20 years. Within a few years of getting married all his life revolved around was sports, sports and more sports. Baseball, basketball, football and golf. If he was not watching any of them on television then he was off playing golf.

I have been told by other men that I am extremely attractive and have always like being told so. I am a red head, tall, work out every morning and eat well. My ex-husband never noticed it, though. He had said that he wished I had bigger breasts, so I had them done. He said that he liked a tattoo or two on a woman, so I got a butterfly on my ankle and a rose next to my navel. He never noticed any of it any more than a few days, then sports took over. He belittled me for not working, yet he insisted that I stay home and take care of the house. I was a maid.

Well, that changed. Just before I had enough and filed for a divorce, he bought an expensive lawn tractor and managed to damage it due to his own stupidity. The landscape supply we bought it from, being only five minutes away, said they would come one weekday and repair it under warranty. One day that week, while my husband, now ex, was at work, I got a call that someone was coming over. It turned out that one of the partners of this company, a young man of 29, was the one to come.

Having just finished swimming in the pool I greeted him at the side gate wearing my black and white checkered string bikini. He acted so mature for someone his age and while obviously finding me attractive, proceeded to get on with business of repairing our tractor. He finished the repair and, before leaving, he told me that I was extremely attractive and the I probably make my husband very happy. That was depressing because I knew that as soon as he got home from work it would be the same story; I would serve him dinner, he would shower and then sit down to watch television.

Well, a few weeks later, my husband killed the battery on the tractor and since he was going to leave on a golfing trip soon, asked me to call the landscape supply again for a service call. My husband left that evening for the golfing trip and the next day I called to schedule a service call. This young man, who is now my husband, said he would be over late in the day after he closed to look at the tractor. He did say on the phone, very jokingly, that I had better be wearing that bikini when he shows up. I obliged by wearing that bikini and a pair of black platform spike heels.

He showed up around 5:30 and, as usual, was very professional and performed a warranty repair even though it should not have been so. Before he left he once again told me that I was very beautiful, loved my tattoos and that he preferred more mature women over younger ones. I told him that I was extremely unhappy in my marriage and that he seemed like a real nice guy. He told me that, if I were single, he would toss me his house keys and tell me to move in. I then asked him if I owed him anything. He said no, and that he would like he could not have. I know what I wanted and I know what he wanted.

It was not long before We were in my bedroom and my bikini was off. I was about to take my shoes off but he stopped me and said he always wanted to bang a woman who was wearing spikes. Fine, no problem. I quickly found out that this guy was a foot and toe fanatic as well as a belly button nut. He kissed and licked the heck out of my toes, my feet and went nuts on my navel, leaving black and blue marks all around it. Hickies! Have not had them in years. He sucked on my big boobs and screwed the life out of me. The two hours or so we spent in the bedroom was better than all the years of my marriage. Before he left he asked me out to dinner, which I agreed to.

First stop was his house, though, to shower and change. What a house! Then we went out to dinner, followed by a two hour drive down to Atlantic City casinos. We were there all night playing the slots and he brought me back home later that next morning. My husband never called once while he was gone and I could not get this guy off my mind. Finally, after five days, my husband returned and it was back to the old routine of television sports.

It was about a week after he returned from golfing when he did something I never expected: he slapped me. Not once but several times. I have been yelled at before, but never slapped. That was a Friday and I stewed over it until Monday when I went to file for a divorce. That evening I said nothing to him about filing for divorce and the next day moved out while he was at work. I figured on moving in with my sister. After making one or two trips of bringing my clothes to my sister's house I stopped for a quick bite to eat at a bagel shop and guess who was also there. Yes, it was the young man who came to my house for the tractor. I told him what had happened and that I filed for a divorce. He just stood staring at me and then dug into his pocket, pulled out his keys, took off his house keys and handed them to me. I forgot what he had said to me about if I were single and available, but he did not. I thought it was a joke, but he was serious. I thought he was joking and I took it as a joke, but was serious and although I already knew where he lived in town and I took the keys, sat in my car for a few minutes to think, and finally left.

I got the rest of my clothes, etc. and went to his house. This guy came home just before 6 that day and said that we were going out to eat. I asked him during dinner what he wanted from me in the way of rent. Nothing, was his answer. Not even house cleaning as he had a cleaning service. He only wanted me. A wife, not a maid! It took just under a year for the divorce to be finalized. As my lawyer said; one year or less from start to finish. The day it was finalized this guy took me out to dinner and proposed to me. What could I say other than YES. This guy is now my husband and, despite the age difference, we could not be happier. I think I owe this in part to my bikini. My ex can eat his heart out now.