Learning a Valuable Lesson

Disclaimers: Blah, blah, blah. This story is fiction. All the characters reside in the deep recesses of my mind. My wife has helped, immensely with this story. Oh, yes, anyone who gets lucky in sexual situations is eighteen years old, or older.

There are several categories this story could land in. It might qualify for Loving Wives, but it could qualify for Romance, too. By the time this gets completed, we will make our decision.

A note pertaining to recent events affecting some of my stories. My wife and I write these stories for ourselves and our 860, or so, followers. When we get extremely negative comments, we use our discretion to delete them. We accept the fact that none of our stories will win literary awards, and can live with that.

Onto my story.

My name is Chandler Kopp. I'm going to be celebrating my fortieth birthday, next month, and my eighteenth wedding anniversary, the following month.

Given my last name, I'll give you all three guesses what I do for a living.

You guessed it. I'm a first grade detective in the Clark County Sheriff's department. No, not in Nevada, but in southwestern Washington State. It just happens to be the oldest county sheriff's department in the entire state. It's also the county you first enter crossing the Columbia River from Oregon.

My wife, Jan and I live in one of the newer, growing suburbs northwest of Vancouver, Washington, the largest city in our county. Our community of Bush Prairie has grown enough that, along with the surrounding area, we actually have our own high school.

Along with my wife, who is a nurse at the largest hospital in the area, we have a fifteen year old son, Jim, and a nearly fourteen year old daughter, Gina.

Growing up in Vancouver, and entering the army right after high school, I became a military policeman for my three year enlistment.

It just seemed natural to continue my police work, as I happened to be fairly well suited to it. I learned a great deal about all aspects of the workings of police departments.

Rising in the ranks of our sheriff's department did come with a nice boost in pay, but the increased workload did put a strain on our marriage.

This strain came to a head one Friday evening, recently, when I got home with our normal pizza dinner, only to find my kids waiting, but Jan was nowhere to be seen. I did wonder why her car wasn't in the garage, plus she didn't let me know she'd be late.

"Hey, guys, where's your mom?" I asked, walking in from the garage.

"She's not here. She left," both kids said, in unison.

"What do you mean she left?"

With Jim giving me an icy stare, Gina handed me an envelope with my name on the outside. As soon as she put it into my hand, she turned towards her room, stopped, with tears running down her cheeks, and yelling, "I hate you for chasing mom away!"

I stood there, staring at the scene unfolding in front of me, unable to form a sentance.

"She's right you know dad, you're never home, and when you are, you're too tired to do anything with us, any more. If I were you, I'd try to fix this mess, as soon as possible."

For fifteen and nearly fourteen years of age, I had to admit they just might be right.

I went into our bedroom, and noticed some of her side of the closet was empty, as were some of her dresser drawers, plus all of her toiletries.

I sat on the bed, looking at this envelope in my hand, wondering if I really wanted to read it's contents.

I did hear our kids talking softly, while nibbling on the pizza.

Changing my clothes and securing my weapon in my gun safe, I went out to my comfortable arm chair, and opened the envelope.

"Dear Chandler,

This is the most difficult thing I've ever done in our entire marriage. I need a break from you, plain and simple. You are so absorbed in your job you don't realize that I even exist, anymore. The kids are noticing this, too, and resent you for not being there for them, too. I know your job is very important, but you've forgotten that I have a very important job, too."

My tears started falling, slowly at first, but picking up speed.

With my hands shaking, I continued.

"I need you to respect my wishes, and not try to contact me. Just know that I'm safe, and will contact you, when the time is right. Also know that I love you with all my heart, and always will."

She signed it, "your loving wife, Jan."

As I finished reading, my tears just wouldn't stop. How could I be so stupid? What could I do to win back the love of my life?

Here is where I add some background to how this saga began.

Growing up in the suburbs north of Vancouver, Washington, with my parents, Randall and Barbara, and my older sister, Nora, life was comfortable. While not being wealthy, we led a very nice, unassuming existence.

We were the typical family, two kids, a modest house, and my sister and I didn't seem to lack for anything.

While my sister was the brains, I just sort of coasted through school. My grades were good, but never great. I played most sports, but never good enough to get anything close to a college scholarship.

When I graduated high school, I had a long talk with mom and dad and decided to enlist, just to find myself.

What I found was, the Army not only taught me discipline, it discovered my hidden talent in problem solving. To be more accurate, crime solving.

All throughout my three year enlistment, I had several duty stations, all within the United States. I also found in each of my areas, girls who were more than willing to share their female charms with me. While not being a party animal, I didn't lack for female company. I also quickly learned that none of these girls were wife material, to my way of thinking.

Within two months of my discharge from the Army, I applied to, and was accepted by the Clark County Sheriff's department.

I started as just a patrolman, learning all about the subtle differences in this and my Army unit.

The first time I needed to take someone I'd arrested to the hospital to be treated, the intake nurse had a fourth year nursing student, from Portland University, helping out.

Janet Burrows seemed to be nearly as competent as the hospital staff, and just plain cute. Not a classic beauty, but cute, if you know what I mean.

We exchanged pleasantries, while I stood guard over my arrestee.

Over the next few months, I had several occasions to visit the same hospital, and each time Jan, as she asked to be called, was there. I always made time to talk with her.

I found out she was graduating in a few weeks, and was offered a full-time job at this hospital.

Did I want to ask her out? Oh, yes I did.

Let me try to describe her. Five feet six, or so. A bit on the chunky side, but not overly so. As I said before, not a classic beauty, but just cute.

It took a few more times visiting that hospital, before I connected with her, again. When I asked her out, wearing my full police gear, she sort of hesitated.

"Don't worry, Jan, I do own regular clothes."

I must have turned a few shades of red, realizing how stupid I must have sounded.

"I fugured as much, and I'm off on Saturday, if that fits into your schedule."

"Pick you up at six," I responded, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

We had a nice quiet dinner, and just talked like two young adults do on a first date.

I found out she was still living at home with her parents, and was looking for a place of her own. She did admit that she needed to be better established at her job before that could happen.

We really did have a nice time, and by the time I walked her to her door I knew I wanted to see her again. Sooner, rather than later.

Giving her a very nice, soft kiss, and hearing her hum, just a little, I repeated the kiss, which returned with a little more gusto.

"Can we do this again, next Saturday?" I asked.

She just nodded her head as she opened her front door and disappeared inside.

Walking back to my car, I had this silly grin, happy both with how well this date had gone, as well as the fact that I had just moved into my own small apartment. The latter, just in case.

For the next few Saturdays, we would go out together, for dinner, and a movie, too. Each time we would sit in my car, making out. Each time our make-out sessions became a bit hotter and heavier.

It must have been our third or fourth time, I had my hands on both her nicely rounded B cups, making her nipples rock hard, when she whispered that she couldn't do any more; wrong time of the month.

Without me saying a word, she reached down and started unzipping my pants. Reaching inside my briefs, she eased my throbbing cock out and laid her head on my lap. Very slowly, she took the head of my solid seven inches in her mouth, and started bobbing up and down.

My God, that felt so good. As she picked up steam, her soft hand cupped my balls, literally sending me over the edge.

She must have felt my cock twitch, as she grabbed some tissues from her pocket, and aimed my load into her waiting hand.

"Oh, my goodness, Jan, I'm at a loss for words."

"Maybe next week, we might do a bit more, only if you're sure you want to."

"Janet Burrows, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Sitting up in my front seat, catching our breath, and putting my clothing back on, she just sat there, topless, so I very gently cupped one breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Giving her as deep a kiss as I ever had, adding more than a little tongue, I felt her body start to quiver. Moving to her other breast, while remaining in our double lip lock, she started moaning, while nearly throwing me back against the door.

"Oh, my God, Chandler, that was amazing!"

"Let's just think about what we might do, next week."

"Might my ass, Chandler, I fully intend on taking the next step. I only hope you won't be too disappointed that you won't be my first."

"I won't, because you won't be my first, either, but I'm already thinking you'll be my best. By far."

All through each shift at work, I was counting the minutes until our Saturday date. Was I putting too much pressure on myself? Maybe. But this was a person worth waiting for.

I had told my parents about dating her, and she told hers, too. I guess if things progressed as we hoped, we just might have to have a get together, fairly soon.

Believe it or not, we were both calm having a small bite to eat on Saturday, both knowing what we just might have in store for dessert.

Getting to my apartment, we started kissing the minute we closed the front door. Off came her blouse. My shirt. Her bra. My pants, briefs included. Her skirt and panties, together.

Racing to my bedroom, we were on each other so fast, we nearly forgot a condom.

Getting my rock hard manhood poised at the entrance of her sex, I eased my solid seven inches as deep as possible.

Picking up steam, while I had each nipple rock hard, all I could think about was how much I was falling in love with this magnificent young lady.

For the next three hours, we explored every inch of each other's body. We tried her on top. Good old fashioned doggie. We both didn't even think of anything to do with her nicely rounded behind. By the time we were both exhausted, we just barely made it to the shower for a well needed clean-up.

Even as tired as we both were, I did soap her breasts well enough to push her over the top, yet again.

"Chandler, please, I honestly can't stand up, so let's leave something for the morning."

After drying both of us off, I picked her up and carried her to bed. After a few more scorching kisses, we fell into a sex caused deep sleep.

When I woke up, staring at her, she seemed to have this glow about her. I just keep looking at her contented face, and it took all my control not to jump her delicious body, right then. I knew better.

When she finally woke up, I could tell by the way she fllinched her body that there just might be a few aches and pains.

"Good morning, my love."

"Did we really do all that last night?"

"All that, and more."

Smiling, we just cuddled, without saying a word.

Over the following months, we made a few changes in our lives. First, and foremost, Jan found a very reliable birth control method, that eliminated those dreaded condoms.

Second, we met with both sets of parents, who did get along with each other.

Last, but not least, she moved into my apartment, with an eye on getting married.

With our love life in high gear, we now had to see how our two fairly stressful jobs could co-exist.

It took less than six months to set a wedding date. Plans were made. Bridal parties were set. Both families were very excited, as were Jan and I.

We knew we were going to wait for a better time for a honeymoon, but we did spend a long weekend on the Oregon coast, finding even more ways to show our love for each other.

With both our jobs doing very well, we thought about moving into something larger, as we considered the extra space would be needed when we decided on children.

We did start thinking about kids right around our second anniversary. We just thought it was time. Birth control stopped, and with us practicing at every waking moment, we were sort of disappointed we weren't pregnant, immediately.

With both our mothers convincing us to just relax, and go with the flow, and voila, after a second missed period, Jan was off and running to her doctor.

When her doctor confirmed she was pregnant, we told her we didn't want to know the sex, just how healthy the baby was. Truthfully, we didn't care.

Cutting down on her job, working only two or three shifts per week, during her second trimester, we were fully settled in our house, with time to spare, before our first child's birth.

Getting my wife to the hospital with time to spare, it took just over two hours of labor for James Randall Kopp to make his appearance. I couldn't believe this chubby, noisy bundle of joy letting us all know he was cold, and most likely hungry.

I couldn't have been more proud when her doctor allowed me to cut the cord. What a thrill, I'll never forget.

Getting our new family home, the next afternoon, we just couldn't stop staring at our son. Yes, there was some added noise. And, yes, the diaper changing was a constant, as it seemed as soon as one of us changed his diaper, he peed or pooped almost immediately.

We knew that Jan was taking a full four months of maternity leave, giving us plenty of time to get our daycare all set up. Just as we were getting ready for her to restart her work schedule, we were resting in bed, one morning when our conversation turned to that very subject.

"Chandler, what do you think about a little brother or sister for Jimmy?"

"Seriously?"

"Uh hum. You know I absolutely love this mommy stuff, don't you?"

"I do, but you have to be one hundred percent positive that this is what you want."

"Why don't you chuck those damn condoms, and let the chips fall where they may."

Wow. We were on the verge of adding to our family. And I didn't mind, one bit.

This time it only took just over three months, and off we went to see if our family was indeed growing.

It took just a few swipes with the ultrasound wand, to prove. beyond a doubt that we were going to have child number two, in about seven months, give or take.

Again, we didn't want to know the sex, as it just didn't matter.

As with her first pregnancy, our sex life did slow way down starting her seventh month. I didn't mind, surviving on some very hot blow jobs, that always did the trick.

Just as we were thinking number two didn't want to join us, about three one morning, Jan woke me out of a sound sleep, telling me it was time.

With my mother-in-law staying with us, we took off for the hospital. Barely an hour later, Regina Kopp made her very noisy appearance. Looking so much like mommy's baby pictures, it was scary.

Again, I had the privilege of cutting her cord, leaving me with a perpetual grin for the rest of the day.

Even with the early morning birth, my girls spent the night in the hospital. My in-laws brought Jimmy after dinner to see his new little sister.

Luckily, Gina, as we knew we would call her was sleeping, so he didn't get the full inpact of this new addition.

Again, getting into our rhythm was easy. I guess when your two kids are barely fourteen months apart, you don't have time to forget what to do.

It must have been at Gina's second birthday when Jan had a small female issue, that was corrected with minor surgery. We discussed this with her doctor, and decided since she was already in that area, she had her tubes tied at the same time.

It took about six weeks for us to slowly start rekindling our love life. I guess with the prospect of child number three off the table, we began fucking with abandon.

Well, except for the fact that we had two toddlers, just over three and just turning two, who sometimes woke up at inopportune times, if you get my drift.

I am guessing some of you married couples have been caught in 'The Act' by your young children, and had to explain what was going on.

This reminds me of the old joke. Suzie tells mommy that she saw daddy laying on top of her, mommy replies, 'that's how we get babies.' Suzie then tells mommy she saw daddy's peepee in her mouth, mommy replies, 'that's how we get jewelry.'

I digress. Back to my story.

With both kids in school, Jan went back to work, full time, as I continued moving up the ranks in our department.

When our kids were in the sixth and fifth grades, I was promoted to detective, third grade. Wow! I got to use my skills, investigating all sorts of crimes in our county.

At this time, one of Jan's best friends and her husband, moved within a mile, or so, of our house. Sharon and Gordon Harris, became our closest friends.

We spent time with them most weekends, when I wasn't working. They were as opposite of us as possible. Gordon worked construction, and Sharon was the receptionist for the company he worked for. Just plain good, hard working people.

Even when I was working, they and their kids would keep my family company.

Our sex life did not slow down, one bit. Yes, I worked longer hours, but I tried to make sure nothing on the home front changed.

When I was promoted to detective second grade, my work became a bit more involved. I was in charge of a group of younger detectives, and was assigned more complicated cases.

My promotion to detective first grade put me at the top of our department. In retrospect, I guess this started the decline that led to the events that started this story.

The Letter. Yes, that Friday that is now permanently etched in my brain.

Waking up the next morning, I found both kids sitting eating leftover pizza for breakfast.

"That's what you guys call breakfast," I said, quietly.

"Mom usually makes us breakfast."

"Um, I guess its time we start adjusting to her not being here, OK?"

"Whatever," my daughter quipped.

I hadn't even thought just how much Jan did, besides holding down her own full time job.

What a schmuck I'd become. I didn't even think about the possibility that I had started taking her for granted.

We managed to make it through the weekend, with me only being interrupted twice with work calls. Both times, I could see our kid's eyes rolling. in the 'see, we told you' mode.

Monday morning was another eye opener. I was getting ready for work, and I thought I knew when they caught the school bus. They managed breakfast on their own, but asked me where their lunches were.

I guess I didn't even think about their mother making them lunch, every morning.

I did rationalize that at fifteen and fourteen, they should be a bit more independent in getting themselves ready for school. I guessed that Jan just kept doing what she'd been doing since they started school.