When Monica's husband suddenly passed away while at work one day in early October, it first seemed as if her whole world was removed and that life was suddenly crumbling down around her. Life with him had been the only life she had ever known. Tom had been a Military brat growing up as a child, and then he had served his entire adult life in the Military as well. He was a high-ranking Air Force officer at the time of his death.
Monica had come from a very wealthy family lineage with a long list of old family money dating back to somewhere in the late eighteen hundreds. The family business was a large company that was involved in many different high-level financial transactions of one kind or another and also held ownership of many other companies and held some interest in some costly tourist dwellings all around the world, so Tom and Monica had always been considered very well off as far as their finances go. Monica knew nothing about such matters; she had married Tom just months after turning eighteen and meeting him for the first time. He had always handled all of their money and assets.
Tom had been just about ready to retire from the Service when he suddenly fell over dead from a massive heart attack early that morning shortly after arriving for work. They had been on top of the world just days before. They had no financial issues to hold them back, and they had planned to leave all their worries behind and carelessly tour the world together after his retirement. Now, with Tom's funeral finally over, she suddenly felt so alone and vulnerable without him there to see to her needs and protect her.
Monica seemed shaken to her core and did not know what to do with the rest of her life. Tom had always cared for and spoiled her to the point that one would sometimes do with a small child. So, left all alone at fifty-four years old with no children to turn to, and regardless of her vast wealth, Monica was just a spoiled little brat who, without some guidance, had no clue how the universe worked outside her little world. She had never had to work a job; she had never been required to do any work whatsoever, for that matter. She had never had to hire, fire any help, or pay any bills. Tom had done it all and always saw that she was always cared for.
When she first met Tom, she had never really had any sexual experience other than a severe addiction to self-stimulation, which she had just recently discovered by accident.
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One mid-morning, just days after Monica's eighteenth birthday party and just a few short weeks before meeting Tom, she had been searching in her parent's room for a pair of scissors. She had accidentally stumbled across someone's secret collection of pornographic video tapes. There were only two of them, and they were both from the same series entitled "Mature Female Masturbation," Parts One and Two. She found them on the top shelf of her parent's closet, in a dark corner, inside a small shoe box hidden beneath some much more significant, heavier boxes. She still does not know precisely why, but Monica has always had an extreme suspicion that they were not her dad's videotapes!
She had been so instantly fascinated by her discovery that she immediately put one of the tapes into the player in her parent's room, and she sat and watched them both all the way through while sitting there on the foot of the bed. After just a few moments of watching the first older lady strip down nude and then begin to massage her large breast softly, Monica suddenly reached and began to squeeze her young tits through her shirt and bra lightly and was soon pressing and holding her thighs tightly together as she squirmed and wiggled around on the bed.
After the end of the second video, she suddenly ejected it from the player, snatched them both up, and rushed to her room with them just as fast as she could get there. Feeling all wet and mushy inside, she bolted the door behind her and stripped all her clothes off just before quickly slipping one of the tapes into her player. She softly flung herself down onto the bed, and upon watching her discovery again, she quickly brought herself to her very first orgasm by mimicking what the mature older lady on the tape was doing to herself.
Monica missed lunch and dinner that day and did not emerge from her room again until late that evening, just before her parents arrived home. She quickly smuggled the porn tapes back to her parent's room and placed them back just as she had found them. Her mom tapped at her bedroom door just a bit later, only to find her curled up in a tight little ball that seemed to be sleeping soundly. Moments later, Monica giggled silently to herself a little as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Her mom had just bent and kissed her lightly on the cheek and softly whispered as she stood to leave, "Poor sweet baby, she must be completely exhausted!"
After meeting Tom, he quickly introduced her to a whole new world of sexual intercourse. From then on, moving forward, he had always come to her rescue whenever she needed anything, and he quickly became her knight in shining armor and has always been there for her ever since.
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The long, cool fall nights were the worst for her now; it was still early in the season, but Halloween would soon be approaching. Tom had dearly loved this time of the year; he had immensely enjoyed decorating the front of the house and yard with all the spooky stuff, and he had always just adored putting on some mask and standing at the front door and handing out the candy to the children on that particular night. Miguel, however, our long-time gardener, was not particularly fond of all the decorations as he was the one who had to take them all down and store them away when it was all over.
Now, the long, cool nights suddenly seemed to take forever to pass.
Although Tom had never really known the full extent of it, and Monica would never really admit entirely it to herself, ever since that day so long ago after giving herself her first orgasm and then masturbating all day long to the mature older women on one of her parents' videotapes, she had always it seemed been somewhat of a nymphomaniac! While Monica's nymphomania may have come to her at an earlier age than what's usual for most, it did seem that for the first few years or so, other than sex with Tom, it was for the most part primarily just about self-masturbation that didn't seem to be hurting anyone.
It was still an addiction, though, and it was rooted a good bit deeper than Monica was willing to admit to herself at the time. Still, even now, years later, she could proudly say that over all the years they had been together, she had always tried her very best never to have sexual intercourse with any other man without first having Tom's consent. Oh, there had been many sexual situations that had arisen over the years that Tom knew absolutely nothing about, some with both men and women. Still, she had only actually slept with a handful of other guys without Tom first giving her the a-okay to do so.
Still, even though she had always tried her very best to be straightforward and honest with Tom, she did seem to slip up an awful lot sometimes and often felt slight regret for some of it. She couldn't remember it all, of course, but she knew for a fact that at least two of the men she had slept with that Tom knew absolutely nothing about had both fucked her up her ass, and that was something Tom had never even tried with her.
She had given lots of blowjobs and done many other things that Tom had never been aware of, but she had at least tried to keep the intercourse without his consent down to a bare minimum. She knew it wasn't much to be proud of now, but it was all she had now. It could have been much worse, though; Tom had always been understanding of her condition and had often willingly let her engage in sex with others; he wasn't a jealous man and a few times, he had even encouraged it. Tom did have one minor rule, though, and that was that she could not fuck the hired help; it was his only rule, it seemed, and he was, for some reason, very stern about it.
She was also a little proud of herself in this department, as she had only broken the rule he knew of a few times! Although it was a little tricky to feel proud about that one at the moment, the last employee he had caught her with was just the day before he passed away. Rosa was the beautiful little twenty-year-old interracial Latina girl who had been doing the downstairs housekeeping for them for the last two years until Tom walked in on the two of them that day.
Rosa's mother, Rosemary, had been their long-time employee and was close to Monica's age; she had been their housekeeper for many years. She had lived in the guesthouse when Tom first hired her, but after she became pregnant with Rosa, she had gotten her apartment. Two years ago, Tom had also hired her daughter, who had just graduated from high school at eighteen.
We didn't need another housekeeper; it was a big enough house, but Rosemary had been handling it just fine. But Tom had always been very fond of both Rosemary and her daughter. With my agreement, he had even offered to pay for Rosa's college tuition at the local university, which Rosemary and Rosa had eagerly accepted.
Rosemary later told Monica that Tom had also paid for Rosa's car. Due to the new arrangements and considering Rosa's upcoming college plans, Tom had assigned the upstairs to Rosemary and the downstairs to Rosa so that Rosa didn't have to worry about the bedrooms. She could pretty much do her work whenever she found the time.
