Life sure can be hard sometimes. In fact, it can be so hard that maybe you think it's not worth it anymore. I got to that point. I'm great now, but it was not easy getting to where I am now. I am in love again, and she is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Let me go back and start sort of from the beginning. At least as far as this story is concerned.
My name is Jack Reese. It was my Senior year in college that I met Mallory, or Mal as I called her. You guessed it, we fell in love and married the summer after our graduation. We were practically inseparable. We did everything together, and became not only husband and wife, but best friends.
I got my degree in Electrical Engineering, and Mal got hers in Elementary Education. We both got jobs, and lived a pretty good life. We decided that would wait about ten years to have kids. We would still be in our early thirties.
Now I will be the first to admit that I was not the greatest lover, but I did have an 8 1/2 inch cock. I just wished I knew a little more about what to do with it. We had frequent sex, and Mal never complained.
Mal was so beautiful, and she had a killer body. I was so proud to go places with her. Men would look at me like, wow, you get to sleep her!
For seven years life was so good, and we were so happy. Then a tragic event changed everything. It took me a long time to figure it all out, but with a lot of help, I was finally able to get my life together.
I was at work when I received the phone call. My father was a pilot, and owned a small airplane. He and my mom were in route to visit Mal and I for the weekend. They hit an unexpected storm resulting in a crash that killed them both.
I was very close to my parents, and was an only child. To say I took it hard was an understatement. It's hard to describe now, but I went into a state of some kind of depression.
Mal tried to be understanding at first, but she eventually became mad at what I became, and turned her back on me. The sad part was that I really needed her help, but didn't know how to go about getting it.
Over the next three years I buried my self in my work. It was the only thing that eased my depressed mind. I came home late, and ignored Mal. I just wasn't with it. It wasn't on purpose, but she didn't know that. Our sex life became non existent. I gained over a hundred pounds and looked like a slob. I don't blame her for not wanting me. Even when I tried to make love, she pushed me away.
It got worse as time went on. I did nothing but work, eat fast food, and lay on the couch. Mal became distant, and got to where she wouldn't even say hello. In the end I was really trying to reach out to her, just trying to get her to help me. I needed her so bad. She was all I had left, and all I wanted her to do was help me figure out what was going on with my life.
I came home one evening from work, and Mal was sitting in the living room with packed bags around her. She was holding some papers in her hand.
She asked me to sit down, then spoke.
"Jack I can't live like this anymore. I'm just going to tell you point blank that for the past six months I have been having an affair. I still love you Jack, well at least the old Jack, but I'm moving in with my lover. Here are the divorce papers."
She handed me the papers as tears started streaming down my face. I looked up, and she saw the pain, and hurt in my eyes. She also started to cry, but continued her speech.
"It is a very fair divorce. We will split everything 50/50, but you can keep the house. You can get a lawyer if you want, but you will find it is just as I said. As soon as our divorce is final, I will be getting married to the man I am moving in with"
She started looking a little worried at my blank stare, and the tears on my face.
"Jack? Are you going to be ok?"
I didn't say anything. I just looked off into space.
"Well, I am leaving now Jack. You can send those papers to the lawyer when you sign them. I do wish you well. Goodbye Jack."
She was just about to the door when I looked up and said, "I need you Mal. I've needed you for three years now. Don't turn your back on me when I need you the most."
"I'm sorry Jack. It's over, and I need to go. Goodbye."
She walked out the door, and out of my life. As the door was closing I said, "Goodbye Mal, I love you with all my heart."
Two days earlier my secretary, Jessica, had given me a card. She had watched my turmoil for the past three years, and decided to try to get me some help. The business card was from a good friend of hers. Dr. Rachel Nelson was a therapist who specialized in depression such as mine.
I took out the card, looked at it, then set it on the coffee table. Maybe there was another way. Mal's leaving me for someone else brought me to the brink of despair.
I walked over to a drawer and pulled out my .38 caliber pistol. I put a bullet in the chamber, cocked back the hammer, and put it to my head. I wanted to pull the trigger, I needed to pull the trigger, but I couldn't pull the trigger. I had even failed at trying to kill myself.
I collapsed on the floor and just cried. I cried myself to sleep. I woke up the next morning after nightmares of my ordeal of the previous night.
I picked up the card on the table and called Dr. Nelson's office. Her receptionist answered, but I lost it. I tried to talk, but was crying so hard I'm sure she couldn't understand me. She finally got me calmed down, so I related the events of the night before. When I mentioned the gun, she told me to wait for Dr. Nelson. Dr. Nelson must have talked to me for about fifteen minutes.
Her voice was so calm, and reassuring. She told me she could help me, and she would work me in her schedule this afternoon. There was something about her that made me feel I was going to be ok.
She spent an hour with me that afternoon. Most of it was me relating my whole story, including the part where my wife dumped me in my time of need for another man.
She then informed that she was going to check me into this clinic for a week to get me in a different atmosphere. She said I would need to take some vacation. She would call my office and explain it. I didn't argue. I needed a change.
I got checked in that evening, and Dr. Nelson started me on some medications. The clinic staff was so nice, and so reassuring.
Dr. Nelson visited me every afternoon that week. By the end of the week I felt I had made some progress. The first thing she did was help with the issues I had with my parents death.
The next week I went back to work feeling a little better. I was still very hurt at what Mal had done, but Doctor Nelson was working on that also.
I blamed myself for everything. I blamed myself for my parents death. If I had not insisted on them flying out, they would still be alive. I blamed myself for Mal having to find solace in another man's bed.
Doctor Nelson also put me on a diet, and a workout regimen. I joined a fitness center, and began working out five and sometimes six days a week. I became obsessed with it. I started losing weight, looking better, and feeling better.
In the meantime, I sold our house. I didn't want to live there anymore. I signed the divorce papers while I was in the clinic. Jessica, my secretary brought them to me.
Jessica went to my house to pick them up, and while she was there, Mal walked in. She was picking up the last of her stuff. This is almost word for word what Jessica told me of her conversation with Mal.
Mal knew my secretary, but said, "why are you here?"
"I came to get the divorce papers for Jack to sign. I guess you don't know what happened?"
"No, what happened?" Said Mal with a concerned look on her face. " Is he ok?"
"Mallory, he was on the verge of committing suicide after you left. He put a gun to his head. The gun still sits over there where he almost shot himself."
Mal started crying and had to sit down.
"He is ok Mallory. Instead of pulling the trigger, he called the therapist I gave him. He will be ok, no thanks to you"
Mal just sat there crying while Jessica went on.
"Jack needed you. He needed your help. He tried to reach out to you but didn't know how. He was hurting so bad Mallory, but instead of getting help for your husband, you go off and spread your legs for some other man. He was on the verge of suicide, and all you thought about was yourself. I hope you feel like a whore, because that is what you are. I hope when you and that asshole get married, you think about what you did to Jack."
Jessica stormed out after that. I signed the papers, and Jessica took them to the lawyer. Sixty days later we were divorced.
Over the next several months I met with Doctor Nelson once a week. I lost a lot of weight. My face was no longer a fat blob. I had lost almost 80 pounds. I had also built up a lot muscles from all the weight lifting.
I looked great, and I felt great. I finally got to the point where I no longer needed therapy. Dr. Nelson would call and check on me from time to time.
Let me tell you about Dr. Rachel Nelson. She was actually the same age as me. She was also stunningly beautiful. She was married to Dr. Ben Nelson, a GP about five or six years older than she was. She didn't talk much about him, but I know they did not have kids.
My job was going great. Since I had worked so hard the past several years, I had risen up to Executive Vice President of the company. I was making a lot of money, plus over the years I had taken advantage of all the stock options I could get. If we ever went public, I would be worth millions.
I think I had probably fallen in love with Dr. Nelson, but she was married, so that was that.
My love life was becoming more and more exciting. I started going out on weekends, usually to this country bar nearby. I had a number of twenty something beauties that were fucking my brains out every time I turned around. They were mostly bimbos, but they knew how to fuck, and most of them had big tits.
I learned a lot. They taught me how to please a woman. They taught me how to use that big cock of mine. After awhile, I became quite good at it, and my phone was constantly ringing wanting me to come over and fuck.
I also learned how to use my tongue over every inch and every opening in a woman's body. I got really good at that also. Of course none of these beauties would be the kind of girl I would marry, but I was hoping to find someone I could love, and raise a family. In the meantime, I was enjoying the ride.
After I sold the house, I moved into a small apartment for a little while. When I got my job promotion, I decided to buy something more permanent. I wound up buying twenty acres just outside the city. I decided to be a cowboy.
I built a nice three bedroom house, a barn, and a garage. I bought a few cows, and a couple of horses. I loved the country life. It was so peaceful. Someday, maybe I will have a wife and kids to share this house and ranch.
Oh, did I mention I also had a 4x4 pick up truck, and a Porsche.
I had just got home one Thursday afternoon when my cell phone rang. I looked at the ID, it was Mal. I had not seen her since that night she walked out. What was this all about. I hoped it wasn't something wrong with her.