Forty Years

40 Years

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A busy weekend was ending. My beautiful bride and I were celebrating our 40

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wedding anniversary with friends and family. The fun started on Friday when my son and his wife took us out to dinner. Saturday was a blast when kids, grand kids, great grand kids, and other relatives showed up. Fortunately, the house and, more importantly, the yard were big enough to handle all the extra folks that were helping us celebrate.

It is now Sunday evening, most everyone has left. My bride is still chatting with a few of her relatives that showed up for this weekend. Seeing them is important as they live in her home country and flew in to help us celebrate. It was one of the surprises for her and one of the gifts I gave her, as I helped bring them here and kept their visit a secret.

Thinking back, 40 amazing years. Really closer to 41, but that's what in my mind is even more amazing. That my sweet bride fell in love with me and stayed with me all these wonderful years.

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It all began, well, it began in college. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall in lust, thinking it's love. Graduate, get married, get pregnant, then discover that they really don't love each other. Another way to say it was that we were young, dumb, and full of cum.

Our son was born eleven months after we married. By the time he was two, we knew we had made a big mistake. There were many paths we could have gone down, but we decided to stay together for him and worked out a divorce agreement that we'd execute when he left for college. As far as I know, she never had sex with anyone but me and I with her until the divorce.

We tried to be the best parents we could, and from how our son turned out, we must have done a decent job. As for my wife and I, we kept sleeping in the same bedroom and remained as fuck buddies up through our son's senior year. He knew the divorce was going to happen and seemed to roll with the changes. It probably helped that the divorce was amicable with no yelling, screaming, or hurling of nasty words like had happened when the parents of a couple of his friends divorced.

Everything went smoothly in the courtroom as our divorce became official. For the next ten years, my ex-wife, son, her/our/my friends, relatives, and others tried to set me up ladies to date. None worked out. Best run was three dates. During this time, no sex. I don't have sex on the first date nor the third. Lust just doesn't cut it. That's how I got stuck in my marriage. If I cannot establish a basic rapport with a lady, something that connects us at a deeper level, then no nookie.

Ten years of celibacy...we'll you know about Rosie and her five sisters. Not much to say about that other than we were good friends. But that gets old, really old, really fast.

Bored one night, I went onto a cam site. Lots of beautiful ladies of all ages from countries all over the world. A few caught my eye. Most turned me off for one reason or another. Of the ones I started to follow, most were gone after I'd been on the site for five or six weeks. Clearly some of the ladies were testing out the site as most of the ones I liked had just "joined" the site around the time I had, according to the "New Model" selection option.

Two months on the site and I was ready to call it done. Then I ran across Laura. A beautiful woman, with a very womanly figure (36c-32-38) and an amazing personality. We hit it off on the first day. A nice short chat. No demands for support. A couple of interesting ladies turned me off within seconds by asking for a "gift" immediately after I said "Hello" for the first time. But not Laura. If anything, she was the opposite, just willing to chat without apparent expectations.

The first week, we chatted for five or ten minutes every day she was online. I felt comfortable enough to join her fan club and send a few small gifts through the cam site. As a fan, I got a private chat channel with her and our discussions became deeper and more personal. I was finding myself more attracted to her than any women I'd met since my divorce. The connection between us seemed to be getting better and better each time we talked.

I needed to find out if this connection was real. Per the site rules, we were never to meet. Through multiple chats over a week, I managed to get Laura one of my e-mail addresses. I left it to her to contact me. If she felt the same, she would. If not, then it would be crickets, and I'd move on with my life. I'd still keep Laura as a friend/acquaintance but focus my life on finding someone else.

In some ways I was surprised and in others I wasn't when I got an e-mail from Laura a few days later. A week of e-mail morphed into video calls that lasted fifteen to ninety minutes most every day over the next two months. Unlike the cam show, she kept her clothes on, and I got to see the real girl behind the online persona. If anything, she appeared, in my eyes, even more attractive.

After the two months, I spent a week working out a travel plan to visit Laura in her home country. I'd fly in for a week, see how things went. If we clicked, then I'd extend my trip for a second week. Then I'd fly home, and we'd figure out how to make this very long distance relationship work or not work.

The day of travel arrived. The plane flight was uneventful. To my surprise, Laura was waiting for me at the terminal. She looked spectacular. That was the start of two terrific weeks. We clicked and clicked and clicked again. Yes, we had our differences, but we just seemed to be each other's missing half. Every time we touched, hugged, or kissed, it seemed like fireworks exploding over and over again.

When it was time for me to fly home, Laura came with me to the airport, hugging and kissing me goodbye. I could see tears in her eyes as I walked away. I know I had them in my eyes as well. Neither she nor I wanted me to leave, but I had to get back to work. On the plane, I reminisced over how the two weeks went. I couldn't see anyway it could have gone better. The only thing we hadn't done is have sex.

There was a good reason for that. I wasn't about to jump her bones and treat her like so many of the men do on her cam site. Laura was a woman I was interested in, was connecting with. As such, I needed to know her, but I also let her know that I didn't see her like the woman she was online. I saw her as herself and respected her as a person, as friend, and as a girlfriend. Looking back in my memories, I remember her rueful smile when I said that. I'm sure a piece of her is that woman online, but I'm certain there is another side that I was able to see the past two weeks.

We got back to video calls and over the next month I set up the next visit. What I didn't tell Laura is that I'd talked to my bosses and got them to agree to a remote work arrangement for me. They were good with six months and depending on how well I performed, they'd consider extending it. I would need to come into the office for a couple of days, once every three months. Other than that, I was free to work remotely. This would give me a chance to see if Laura was truly my one and only or if I was just living a pipe dream. As far as she knew, I was just coming for another week. I was looking forward to the surprise.

This flight didn't go as smoothly as the last. Due to thunderstorms associated with a tropical depression, the pilots had to take a more roundabout path. Even though they poured on the gas to make up time, we still arrived almost an hour late. Again, Laura was waiting for me.

As I walked out of security, she rushed me and jumped into my arms, holding me so tight, I thought she'd never let me go. After a few moments, she loosened her grip and I was able to see the happiness in her eyes for a moment, before our lips came together for a soul wracking kiss that seemed to last for hours, even though it was only a minute or two.

I had dropped my carry-on bag when Laura hugged me. Apparently, she had dropped a bag as well. That raised a couple of curious thoughts in my head that were confirmed when she politely informed me that she was coming to the hotel with me. When planning the trip, we had talked about the possibility. Arm in arm, we walked to baggage claim. There I picked up two large bags. Looking back at Laura, I could see the question she was going to ask - why two large bags and a carry on? I managed to stop it with a kiss, then wrangled my bags out of the airport and to the transport van I'd booked.

Arriving at the hotel, I walked to the counter to check in with Laura at my side. The receptionist asked if I wanted a key card for both my wife and me. I indicated yes, with the receptionist giving one to me and one to Laura. We took the elevator to the floor my room was on. Arriving at the door, I let Laura open it and enter first and I heard her cry out in surprise as I moved my bags into the room and closed the door.

There were five vases of red roses scattered around the room and rose petals on the bed and pillows. Laura turned to me, grabbed me, then kissed me and kissed me and kissed me some more. The joy on her face was incredible as I knew I'd made her that happy with a simple request I'd made when booking the room after she'd mentioned staying with me.

My little surprise for Laura led to what happened next. She started to undress me while guiding my hands to undress her. Our hands roved over each other's body as we continued to kiss and hold each other as pieces of our clothing found a new home elsewhere in the room. I felt the heat from her body as I know she felt it from mine. We fell onto the bed and slowly explored each other as we prepared ourselves for making love for the first time.

Our passions sated for the moment, I checked the time. I had planned on taking us out to eat, but our time discovering each other ruled that out. Instead, I ordered room service, then held Laura close until I heard a knock on the door. She slipped under the covers as I pulled on my pants and shirt, trying to look somewhat presentable.

Over dinner, Laura and I talked about my trip and what we were going to be doing. This is where I broke the news to her that I'd be here for at least six months and that I was going to check out apartments to rent on Monday. If she was happy with the roses, she was ecstatic that I wasn't leaving in a week as she'd thought and offered to look with me. Then she pulled me back into bed and she showed me how happy she really was.

I flew in on a Friday. Laura and I spent Saturday and Sunday relaxing as we continued to discover each other and planned out the coming week, the focus of which would be finding a long term place to stay. She also had some studying to do for her university classes, so I made sure we took a break so she could do that. As important as our growing bond, her completing her coursework and graduating in just over five months was just as important, in my mind.

Monday morning came and after breakfast, Laura went off to the University for classes and I met up with a rental agent who was going to show me several move-in ready places that were available near Laura's school. Over the course of the morning, I saw three rentals and only though two were viable. Texting Laura where we were and between her and the rental agent, both got ruled out. We were taken to one more location and this time it was no-go for me. Laura and I called it a day. The agent was going to show us several other properties on Tuesday. That evening, Laura and I had a lovely dinner, then retired to our hotel room.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. No luck finding a place to live. Wednesday went much better. Laura didn't have classes until later in the day, so we both went with the agent in the morning. The first place we visited was mid-rise condominium complex. The rental was a semi-furnished three bedroom 1 1/2 bath on the 7

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floor. The rental price was a bit higher than I had targeted but was within what I was willing to pay for a furnished or semi-furnished unit vs a striped down unit, several of which were shown to us on Monday and Tuesday.

Laura and I left the agent, who said she'd have a contract ready the next morning. We discussed the new place, and she wondered if I could really afford it. I assured her I could since I fully owned my own home and the land it was on, so I didn't have any expenses other than taxes and insurance. She wasn't yet aware of exactly what my home was, nor did she ask why I separated ownership of the house from ownership of the land. After having an early lunch, Laura headed off to classes and I took care of some financial matters then went window shopping for furniture and kitchen/bath stuff. I wasn't buying anything yet, as Laura and I were going shopping after her Thursday classes were over.

Another night in Laura's arms ended when she had to leave early for school. I met up with the rental agent, signing a one-year lease effective Friday. The agent was surprised when I paid the year in full, giving me a receipt after she'd counted out the cash that I had handed to her. We arranged to meet at the condo Friday morning to hand over the keys. I then killed time until Laura was available. We met for a late lunch then continued the window shopping I'd started the day before. We found a good bed and mattress, something I didn't want to skimp on, which I arranged to be delivered on Saturday. Other furniture was more basic, filling in the missing items not included in the rental. Those items would be delivered on Monday. Kitchen and bath items were selected by the two of us. I bought them on Friday, after taking possession of the condo. Plan was to check out of the hotel on Sunday, as per my reservation.

Thursday night was magical. Again, Laura and I held each after making love. She felt so right in my arms. Her heart beating in sync with mine. It was my hope that I'd have this feeling forever and that she felt the same.

Friday came and I found out Laura didn't have classes, so the two of us went to the condo to meet the rental agent. I got a pair of keys, giving one to Laura and keeping the other. She seemed surprised. We hadn't discussed living arrangements yet. Laura seemed to roll with it, until we got inside and locked the door.

The next couple of hours were spent discussing my expectations while living here and how we'd proceed. We agreed we were a couple, girlfriend and boyfriend. Laura wasn't ready to move in, but I made clear that wasn't my intention. The key was to allow her access and since the condo was near her school, she could use it as place to study or crash. The elephant in the room was her cam show. Was she going to still do it and from where? Apparently, she had a contract with a hosting studio. They get a cut of the proceeds from her show for providing the set, internet, and webcam. She didn't have to perform, but if she did, it had to be at their location. That contract expired in 9 weeks. The other part was, as expected, the income from the cam show helped pay her bills.

I left it up to her on whether to keep doing the show. I offered to help her out financially, but she was an independent woman. Gifts and such were ok, but outright support wasn't, at least not yet. I understood what that meant - marriage, or at least getting engaged.

The move in went well with everything getting delivered on time, with us setting up the bedroom, my office (in the second room), and the living room. The condo came with a basic kitchen table and four chairs. I opted to leave the third bedroom empty. Kitchen and bath stuff was a work in progress. We picked up basics on Friday, after our discussion. Over the next week, we picked up more things as needed. Despite not moving in, Laura spent an inordinate amount of time at the condo with me. It was conveniently near the University and had good transportation options for her to go home or to the studio. For not wanting to move in, Laura spent at least four nights a week with me.

The months passed and my bosses were very happy with my work. I took a couple of trips home to touch base. On the second one, I asked for and got approval to continue working remote. Meanwhile, Laura was finishing up her last coursework and locking her final requirements for graduation. After her studio contract ended, I bought a furniture for the third bedroom and we set up a web cam in it for her show. Oddly enough, after doing that, she was only online for two or three hours, two days a week.

Graduation was in a few days, and I'd gotten busy with a few surprises. It had been my habit to give Laura flowers at least once a week. I arranged for an enormous bouquet to be delivered to her after the graduation ceremony when we gathered with her friends and family to celebrate. There was another surprise hidden in the bouquet that I hoped she'd appreciate.

The graduation went smoothly. Laura was congratulated and hugged by her friends and family. I stood back to let her have her time in the sun. After everyone was done, I approached her, her eyes shining with joy. We hugged and kissed, then I whispered into her ear all my love. She gripped me tighter, as I slowly turned her around.

Stepping back, I let the florist hand her the bouquet. Laura had tears in her eyes. Then she noticed something shining, sparkling, something...

I got on one knee and asked Laura to marry me. The engagement ring was part of the bouquet. She carefully removed it and looked me in the eye. Mischief was in the air. The little devil in her was going to make me pay for this public embarrassment. I waited and waited and waited and waited some more. 1...5...10...20...30...45...60...61...62...63...64 seconds passed. The love in her eyes never wavered, but still she made me wait 64 seconds before saying yes. The dirty, rotten, stinking minx was going to pay for that. Well, probably not. She knows she's got me now and I need to play ball.

The graduation/engagement party celebration went late into the evening. Laura and I returned to the condo around 11 PM and had our most passionate lovemaking session yet. We didn't get to sleep until around 4 AM. She found ways to raise the dead and when that failed, other ways to keep the fires burning all night. That was also the end of her career on the cam site.

Repercussions of the evening weren't known for a while. Laura and I dived straight into wedding planning. Unfortunately, a few weeks later, she missed her period. A couple of positive pregnancy tests and the wedding plans were set to warp speed. All the arrangements were locked down and we were married a month after her graduation.

Laura looked radiant in her wedding dress, surrounded by a multitude of flowers I'd arranged for the wedding. We have lots of pictures of that day, but that's the one that holds a special place in my heart. I've kept a copy with me at all times and it's the one I kept on my desk at work until I retired. It's the one on my desk as I finish writing this tale.

Marriage, kids, and immigration are lots of fun, some things are more fun than others. I was still working remotely, but knew I had to return at some point. I let my company's HR department, and my bosses, know I had gotten married. Lots of "paperwork" that I got to do online and a few things where I had to send in official copies of documents. Didn't keep me from being Laura's loving husband, but damn, I really hated that paperwork.

Laura was starting to show when I got the immigration paperwork completed. More damn forms. More damn official documents. This time, damn government officials. They talked to me. They talked to Laura. They didn't like that she had been a cam girl, even though she has a bachelor's degree. They questioned both of us about whether she is really pregnant with MY child. The processes stretched out and out with no end in sight.