I finished my sophomore year at college and was waiting for my parents to pick me up and take me home for the summer. This is when the most horrible time of my life happened. Both my parents were killed in a major accident involving six cars and a semi rig. A couple others were also killed. It took hours for the police to identify my parents, try and contact the next of kin, and finally reach me by telephone. As I think about it, while it was a terrible time for me, they actually did a good job in managing to find me in a little less than twelve hours. I then contacted my two remaining grandparents, one on each side, and two aunts and an uncle. I finally made it home and then arranged my parents' funeral.
I also managed to identify the estate my parents left. My Dad was a lawyer and very successful, my Mom taught school. Apparently, even though we lived well, their incomes were largely used to support their and my day to day lives. The bank balance wasn't high, the insurance involved barely paid for the funeral and the house had a major mortgage and needed to be sold. I likely was going to need to get a job and get on with my life on my own
I'm a twenty year old girl. At the funeral, the last person in line to give their condolences as everyone left the church was a handsome man, perhaps thirty five, perhaps a little older. He gave me his business card and told me that my Dad was his lawyer and in a few days, when things settled down a little, he wanted to meet with me and make me an offer. The next day, I asked at my Dad's old law firm (which had insurance on my Dad but payable to the law firm, not me) about the man that gave me his card. He's in business, apparently extremely successful, with a net worth well up in multiple millions.
He calls me and I agree to meet with him. His coming to my home, or my home until it's sold, seemed the most convenient for both of us. My name is Madelyn Wright, his name is Harold Koslowski. Once we said our hello's and sat down, this is what he said to me.
"Maddie, you're a very good looking girl. I've seen your photos in your Dad's office for several years. You're more than attractive, you're patrician, you look and carry yourself well, as if you're from money and very well bred. I'm going to tell you something about me that I hope you won't repeat. I'm homosexual. That is, I find males attractive, not females. But I'm definitely in the closet, so to speak. None of my business associates are aware of my sexual preferences. I'm fairly sure that if my preferences became widely known that it would harm my business practice noticeably. Very noticeably. It would help me tremendously to be married to an attractive female. Someone that would, to all appearance, be my loving wife, go with me to a great many social and business functions. What I would like to offer you is for you to be my wife."
"Obviously, there would be no sex between us and you would have to be able to handle that. On the other hand, you would live a very luxurious life style and visit many places around the world, staying at the very best hotels. My demands on your time would be fairly minimal. You could arrange to finish your schooling, follow hobbies and so on as they fit into my schedule. I realize that I may seem like a predator, suggesting this so soon after your major loss. But I also realize that you're going to have to make a major life style change so this offer may ft in well right now. Please think it over and let me know soon."
I'm left pretty much in shock. We say a few sentences to each other in parting. And then I'm left alone, thinking about the offer. I would be a 'kept woman' like I've often read about except I wouldn't be trading my virtue for the support. The more I think about it, the fewer things I can find negative. I'm sure we should put it in writing, a contract so to speak. I assume I would have to commit to a fair amount of time, perhaps with some financial incentives involved. But it would be a lovely life in some ways, a lonely one I'm sure in other ways.
So, I meet with Harold and iron out all the details and we actually get married, at City Hall in a very quiet and unceremonial event.
I've now been married four years. I have beautiful clothes, I've been to a number of major cities in Europe and Japan with all travel definitely first class. I've finished my bachelor's degree. I've met a great many business associates of Harold's and attended literally hundreds of dinners and dances and parties with him. I've always acted fondly to him, hugging him in public, doing everything a loving wife would do -- in public but not in the bedroom. It's been an even better life than I imagined in some ways but definitely a lonelier one than I had imagined, too.
To keep occupied, I play tennis at a club we belong to, visit a gym regularly and take up riding again, going back to the same stables I first used when I was a teenager. The older man that owned it has either sold it or hired a younger man to manage it but my experiences are still as they were years ago with the only exception being my gradually becoming much better at horsemanship. I really enjoy it and am even thinking of getting into competitive dressage. The man that's now in charge, Jeff, is physically attractive but with the manners of a cowboy, sort of rough and unpolished. He's perhaps mid-thirties, probably six feet tall, and very fit in a sinewy way, like someone that's worked very hard outdoors for years rather than like someone that's a gym rat. I actually don't have a lot to do with him, although I need to do all of my scheduling through him. He's always been helpful although I'm aware that he eyes me up and down a lot as if I'm a favorite food or something but has never done anything overt to bother me.
He lives in an apartment that's directly behind the office at the stables. I've finished my workout for the day and need to schedule ahead so I go into the very small office to arrange things with Jeff. He's not there but I can hear some sounds from his apartment that's just through a door. Without thinking carefully I step through the door into a hall and down just a few feet. Sounds are coming out of a room and I step another few feet and look through the door. It's his bedroom and he and a blonde that I vaguely recognize from earlier meetings are both naked on the bed. I should back up and leave and do my scheduling later but it's as if I'm hypnotized or something and just quietly stand there and watch.
He's laying on his back, his very large erection sticking straight up. She's kneeling to his side, her one hand holding his cock and she's telling him what a gorgeous cock he has as she leans down and gets her mouth to it. She licks up and down, turning her head to get access and then gets her lips around the head of the large, dark red cock and starts to swallow it, making slurping noises. He just lays there and watches her .
I'm not a virgin. I had sex a number of times with my first boy, in high school, and then with a second quite often in college and then a third quite often, also in college. I enjoyed sex quite a lot. More than I thought, apparently. Since I always had it, I didn't realize how much I'd miss going without. These past years with Harold I've been limited to a few toys and my own devices. The result is that I can't tear my eyes away from the two on the bed. I slowly recognize the blonde. She's married and I've met her and her husband at a couple parties and I've talked with her slightly when our schedules overlapped at the stables. She's actually very attractive, a little older than me, perhaps close to Jeff's age. She obviously loves attacking his cock and I quietly envy her to a degree and watch as she works on it and obviously manages to get him to cum in her mouth.
As she sits back and lets go of his cock I watch it go softer as her pulls her to his side and begins working on her, kissing down her body, spending a lot of time on her breasts and then moving down between her legs. I can feel myself getting much wetter as he gets his face to her shaved pussy. It makes me realize than my pubic hair is trimmed quite a bit to allow me to wear some minimal bikinis but hers is the first naked, shaved pussy that I've ever seen. Jeff certainly seems to relish it. He's very active licking and fingering it. The way they are laying, their heads are in my direction. Her attention is to him but he can see me in the doorway as he looks up from his working on her pussy. He smiles and winks as he takes a moment away before getting his face and tongue back down to her.
I should have left earlier and definitely should leave now that he's seen me but I just can't. I must be close to cumming, just from watching him do to her what I now realize I want him to do to me. He must be good at it, she's really screaming with arousal. I bet I'm not that noisy. He just keeps working on her and she keeps on jerking around and yelling loudly and it becomes obvious that she's orgasmed. He sits back and looks at her, smiling, and then starts to slide up over her. I can see his cock, fully engorged again, dark red and seemingly too big. She spreads her legs even wider as the cock slowly disappears inside her.
