Betsy seemed like almost the perfect mate. I was 28, single, had been very successful the first three years I worked for the most prestigious law firm in Austin trying lawsuits against large multinational corporations that tried to screw average people, and was tired of the dating scene. I wanted a woman to share my life with; and kids. Everything about Betsy said she was the one.
Betsy was 22, a college graduate, and worked in pharmaceutical sales. It was not surprising that she worked in that field because she had the perfect beauty pageant contestant face and body that drug companies seem to demand for their female sales reps. She seemed sophisticated and mature beyond her years so the six year age difference was a complete non-factor.
While socially sophisticated Betsy seemed to have an almost a virginal innocence when it came to sex that was very exciting to me. While I did not delude myself into thinking that I was her first, she was thrilled by and appreciative of all of my sexual maneuvers and expertly stroked my ego; being a typical trial attorney I loved having my ego stroked.
Betsy also seemed to have similar goals to mine and expressed the desire to start a family within about a year of when we were to marry. I was also pleased that she wanted a small wedding and to tie the knot within three months of when I proposed.
There were a few strange things but they were little things, most of which did not raise any red flags.
For one she didn't seem very close to her mother, though she was with her father whom her mother had divorced years ago. When I met them separately my reaction to them was just the opposite.
I thought that Betsy's father, Randall, on his third wife, was way too slick – a glad-hander and ne'er do well, the type of person who always made me suspicious. I never did figure out what he did for a living. Perhaps he just leached off his third, much older but seemingly well-to-do, wife.
Betsy's mother, Jill, on the other hand, seemed level-headed, kind and honest, and though she had never gone to college she was very intelligent. She was single and ran her own small but profitable insurance business. Although Jill looked like Betsy's older sister rather than her mother, I was still surprised when I heard that she had Betsy when she was only seventeen so that she was then only 39, several years younger than Randall. Though Jill was single she often was with very good-looking dates but she didn't seem to want to be tied down to any one guy in particular.
I got the feeling that Betsy's coolness toward her mother was a result of not wanting to compete with her since although Jill's coloring and height were different than Betsy's (Jill's a brunette with brown eyes while Betsy had blond hair and green eyes, and Jill was about three inches taller than Betsy) she was almost as beautiful and shapely as Betsy was even though she was more than 17 years older. Betsy always complained about Jill dressing too young for her age, but I never met any man – including my best man and groomsmen – who voiced any objection. Instead most men got wide-eyed and covered their crotches with their hands when Jill was around.
You know the old saying "Look at your fiancée's mother to see what your fiancée will look like in twenty years." Well if that saying is true Jill was Exhibit A for why I should marry Betsy!
A few more of the small odd things about Betsy were the fact that no one she knew from high school or college was in, or even invited to, our small wedding. Her maid of honor and two bridesmaids were people she worked with or otherwise met after college. Also Betsy seemed to make a big deal about declining offers for alcoholic beverages, and never drank. I don't drink very much myself, and never get drunk, so that was not a negative for me except for the way she went about avoiding anything having to do with alcohol.
There was only one actual red flag before we got married. At an engagement party my father threw for us (my mother had died several years before) near the end of the evening when Betsy was in the bathroom Jill ditched her date, took me aside and asked "Are you sure you want to go through with the wedding?" a very strange question for a future mother-in-law to be to ask, I thought. Before I could make inquiry about it, however, Betsy had exited the bathroom, ran over to us when she saw me talking to Jill alone, and begged me to dance. Since Jill had had a few glasses of wine, though she did not in any way appear drunk, I chalked her statement up to alcohol, though I still did pursue it.
Two days after the engagement party I called Jill at work and asked her what she meant. Her voice had a tense tone when she responded. With a nervous laugh she jokingly said "Oh that was just the alcohol talking. I'm sure I was going to tease you and ask you to marry me instead or something like that." She then told a few jokes that were actually pretty funny, and I put it out of my mind.
The small wedding and reception, all of which I paid for although Jill graciously contributed, went off almost without a hitch. Betsy looked lovely, no one voiced an objection when the minister asked if anyone knew of any reason why we could not be joined in holy matrimony, and no one got drunk at the reception. Again there were one or two minor strange things, such as Betsy interrupting Jill and I dancing the two times we tried to dance together even though Betsy danced with my father.
Betsy and I fucked up a storm during our Hawaiian honeymoon and I returned to work a very happy man. Things started to change a little within two months, though. First there was the "firing" incident.
Although my understanding, not only from Betsy but from her friends at work, was that she always got high performance ratings when she got home from work one Friday she said she had been fired. I tried to inquire about it but she said "I'm too upset to talk about it," although she seemed nonchalant, not upset.
A few days after the "firing" when I asked her if she was going to get another job she announced, "I'm not going back to work; you make plenty of money for both of us;" true, but not necessarily relevant. When I expressed disapproval she cuddled up to me and batted her eyes while running a finger over my chest.
"Oh Colin, I was thinking that maybe I'd go off the pill and we'd start a family a little earlier than we had planned. You want to be a Dad, don't you?" As I started to discuss the matter with her she undid my pants, sucked me rock hard in a matter of seconds with talent I didn't know she had, pulled her panties off and with her dress and my shirt still on, and with my pants and boxers around my knees, pushed me down on the bed, mounted me, and fucked my brains out!
As we lay next to each other afterward, me almost in a trance, she murmured "Wouldn't you like your wife not to be tired from working for a big bad pharmaceutical company and instead just trying to have your baby?" Before I could really respond she started sucking my cock again, and within minutes I was rejuvenated and fucking her doggy.
Betsy didn't go back to work, threw her birth control pills away in front of me, and had dinner ready for me when I got home from work. Even though she wasn't really a very good cook she seemed to try hard, and she did an excellent job of fucking me essentially every night.
After we went through about two months of this blissful stage I had an out-of-town trial. It lasted ten days, and when I returned Betsy greeted me warmly and we had great sex that night. However in the ensuing weeks she often arrived home after I did from various "art" classes or museum lectures, and was as often as not too "tired" for sex. Her explanation was that maybe she was pregnant. After about two months of this I insisted that she go see her OBGYN. She said that she had a hard time getting an appointment, but finally after three weeks got one.
The night after her doctor's appointment I was anxious to find out what the story was. When I got home from work Betsy was there but getting ready to leave. "Colin, darling, I have a lecture I promised one of my girlfriends I would go to with, and I have to leave right away; you can fend for yourself can't you?"
"Shit, Betsy, you can't leave without telling me about your appointment though."
"Oh, that. Well I'm not pregnant, but I have high blood pressure so I have to take some medication. We'll talk more when I get back."
My reaction – Wow she's blasé about this.
Since I had to get up really early the next morning I was in bed by the time Betsy returned, so we didn't get to talk until the next evening. She said she had someplace to go then too, but I told her "Cancel it!" in a harsh tone she wasn't used to hearing from me, so she made a phone call and we sat down.
"Tell me everything about what the doctor said, Betsy. Don't leave anything out."
"Well it's kind of bad news so I was trying to avoid telling you, but I guess I need to come clean."
"What kind of bad news?"
"Well, I need to take high doses of blood pressure medication for two months and during that time I need to avoid getting pregnant otherwise I could have a dangerous pregnancy. My elevated blood pressure was apparently making me tired."
"Oh no!" I exclaimed, holding her hands.
"Yeah; after two months I'll be re-evaluated and after that if my blood pressure is OK I can greatly reduce the dosage and it would be safe to get pregnant. What that means is that either we have to give up sex for a while, or I need to go back on the pill and then we'd have to wait for a few months after I gave it up again, or we'd have to use a condom, or you couldn't ejaculate in me."
I was stunned. "What the hell?" I blurted out.
Betsy seemed to get a little misty eyed. "You see why I was trying to avoid telling you this bad news. I'm sorry, Hon."
We had sex only once the next few days. I almost had to beg for it but I was so horny I was willing to do anything, so I agreed to use a condom. It was only mildly satisfying for me. Although she didn't get an orgasm from the condom fuck, I did eat Betsy out and brought her to two orgasms orally.
As I was feeling sorry for myself in my new situation the next day I was hit by something else. "Colin, honey, I think I should go to a Spa in Dallas the next few days. The doctor said that the types of treatments they give there should help a lot and maybe ensure a good checkup the next time I go to the doctor."
"Would you have to stay overnight?"
"Of course, honey, to get the full treatment."
"Shit," I said to myself, "but anything to get properly back in the saddle," so I agreed.
My mind was in turmoil the entire first day Betsy was gone. When I got home from work I was rummaging through some drawers I don't normally look in for something-or-other when I came across a blister pack of pills. "Strange," I thought, so I looked at them carefully. I was shocked!
The pills were for Betsy. They were once-a-week birth control pills. They had the dates they should be taken over each pill in the blister pack. The pills for two days ago and the last four weeks before then were gone. The pills continued for eight weeks more.
My mind was no longer in turmoil. It was in full blown meltdown!
I poured myself a bourbon – something I never drink – and sat down on a couch. For some reason what flashed into my mind was what Jill had said to me at the engagement party my father threw and what I thought might be a phony explanation when I talked to her on the phone afterward. I had seen Jill almost once a week since Betsy and I got married not only because she was my mother-in-law but also because I used her for all of our personal insurance needs, and recommended her to a number of attorneys and employees in my law firm. We would usually have lunch together when she came to the office to talk to others there about insurance.
I picked up the phone. "Hi Jill, Colin."
