Disclaimers: This story could also be suited for the Romance or Mature Category, so all my readers can decide if I put it in the correct category. As with almost all my stories, this is entirely a work of fiction. Each and every person engaging in anything close to sex is at least 18 years of age. Some are considerably older.
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I'm sitting in the living room of my house, having just finished the very sad get together following the funeral of my wife of nearly twenty-six years. My son, Charlie, his pregnant wife and their two year old son just left My daughter, Carol, and her new husband also left.
The very close friends and other relatives left, too, leaving me with a very quiet house full of memories. Living in this house for twenty-five years, with the love of my life, thinking we had so many more years together. I guess cancer didn't read the script we had written.
My name is Hal Gold. I just celebrated my 50th birthday, the final event my wife, Susan and I shared together, in much happier times. She missed her own 50th by two months, having fought her liver cancer for just over a year.
How in the Hell was I supposed to carry on, trying to smile, knowing my heart had been ripped right out of my chest. My participation in my law practice would be put on hold until I could go to work and not break down seeing the office down the hall from mine, where Susan sat for nearly the same amount of time I did. You see, she was my office manager. My scheduler. The one who kept all my clients in order. In a word, she was my rock.
We met in college. I was a Junior, majoring in Criminal Justice, and she was majoring in Business. Neither of us belonged to a fraternity or sorority, and both lived at home.
We started as just study partners, both on the quiet side, with me on the small side, just over 5'8" and maybe tipping the scales at 145 or 150. My Susan was a shade over 5'2" and couldn't have weighed an ounce over 115.
After studying together for nearly six months, we started finishing our studies by kissing. At first, very cautiously, but soon we became more adventurous.
Our adventures soon were taking place at her parents house, or mine, whichever was empty at the times we were most horny. I just couldn't get enough of her compact, tiny body. Her A cup boobs fit nicely in my mouth, and she had the ability to achieve multiple orgasms with just my licking and fingering her still virginal pussy.
She became very good at taking my solid, nearly six inches in her mouth, and with my fingers in her, we both had multiple orgasms, on several occasions. To say were learning as we went was an understatement. We were both twenty-one year old virgins, finding out just how much we were falling in love with each other.
After at least a half dozen sessions on her bed, or mine, we finally decided to move to the next step. We had talked about fucking, so finally, one bright afternoon, I produced a condom, moved her onto her back, and very tenderly moved between her thighs.
If we thought our oral love making was fantastic, our first time fucking had us both seeing stars. Just holding each other, and saying how much we loved each other, and nearly immediately started in for a second time.
We both knew our next step was talking with both sets of parents about a wedding, which we both knew was imminent.
With my parents, Joe and Grace, and hers, Bill and Shirley, getting together one Sunday evening, we started by telling them how much in love we were.
It was both mothers who said they were wondering if we thought they didn't know what was going on, as whichever bedroom we were using reeked of sex, so they were both overjoyed at this finally being out in the open.
"Now we can start planning a wedding," Shirley said with a grin and a wink.
Our wedding took place two weeks after we both graduated. I had been accepted into law school at the U of W, and Susan had a job working in her dad's business, learning how to run an office.
Going into my final year of law school, we started thinking about children. Actually, we'd been thinking about them since the day we were married.
We kept up our rigorous practice, with Susan stopping her pills, and us looking for a bigger apartment.
Just as I was about to sit for the Bar Exam, we found out we were going to be parents. When we found out we were going to be parents, the Bar Exam came in a distant second.
Getting set up in a small firm, I was learning all I could about every phase of the law, not sure of what I wanted to specialize in. The one thing I knew I wasn't going to do was anything to do with divorce. No way.
We were all sitting down for Shabbat dinner, when Susan looked at all of us and said, "It's time!"
Off we went to greet our son, and both sides of the family's first grandson. Yes, we knew it was a boy, and we knew he would be Charles Henry Gold.
After nearly two long hours of labor, he finally made his appearance. The absolute best looking baby ever born. Am I showing my bias? You bet.
We just couldn't stop staring at this little bundle of joy letting the world know he was cold but finally free of the confines of mommy's womb.
Putting Charlie, never Chuck, in Susan's arms, we both just could contain our happiness. Both sets of parents were waiting to see their newest grandson.
Getting our family settled at home, the following afternoon, we just knew how fulfilling he made our life.
It seemed as if time was flying by. Charlie was just starting to walk, when we decided he needed a sibling. It didn't take much convincing for Susan to stop her birth control. As we redoubled our efforts, in just over eight weeks, we were heading back to her Doctor's office. Not only did we learn number two was on the way, we found our we were having a daughter.
We just couldn't have planned this any better. When we started talking about kids, we hoped for one of each, knowing we'd take anything we were given.
By the time Carol was ready to make her appearance, Charlie was walking all over the place, and talking a blue streak. He was sort of aware what was happening, but he thought mommy would deliver a ready made playmate. When the grandparents brought him in to meet his sister, he looked around expecting to see someone his own size.
Getting our routine going was much easier with the second child, than the first.
It didn't take us all that long before our kids were starting school. With my law practice booming, and Susan keeping my office running like a well oiled machine, plus a fantastic sex life, we couldn't have been happier.
With our kids nearing high school, and my practice still booming, we finally started taking great vacations. We went to both Disneyland and Disneyworld. We went to Hawaii a couple of times. Probably our favorite vacation was our Panama Canal cruise that started in Florida a few days before Christmas, and ended in Los Angeles on the 2nd of January.
All four of us had the best time we ever could have imagined. It wasn't more than two years later that Charlie met the girl he eventually married. Becky Morgan just seemed to be a perfect match. We knew as soon as we met her, this was going to be a great marriage.
Just after they both graduated, and Charlie started law school, Carol, in her third year of college started dating a young man who she was reluctant to bring home, at first. Not putting any pressure on her, we knew she was bringing him to her brother's wedding.
At the rehearsal dinner, we got a bit of a surprise. In walks our daughter with her boyfriend, Sean O'Malley. Not that we are anti-Irish, but we were more than certain that Sean O'Malley was not Jewish.
We were not against this, because we were sure it wouldn't last. Both our parents were none too happy, but we cautioned them from saying anything that would push her away from our family, and closer to her new boyfriend.
During the reception, we did get to meet Sean and discovered a very pleasant young man. He was going to graduate college with a degree in secondary education, as he wanted to be a high school teacher.
After the wedding, it was just under a year when our son announced we were going to be grandparents.
We all celebrated the birth of our first grandson, Robert, and we were warned about spoiling him, but as first time grandparents, we felt it was our job to spoil any and all grandchildren.
Just before Robbie was turning a year old, we were hit with the news about my Susan's health. She hadn't been feeling well, and after extensive tests, her liver cancer diagnosis hit us all like a ton of bricks.
As a family, we all gathered to talk about this, and how we would go forth. Susan let it be known that she would try one round of chemo, and if it didn't show marked improvement, we'd meet and discuss it, again.
