Readers, the first 2 chapters of this story with a few enhanced events to make it interesting are basically true. Names are changed. The rest of the story is total fiction.
There's A Serpent In Every Garden
CHAPTER 1
It's been two years since my wife, Regina, decided to take her own life at the age of 44. We had been married twenty six years and had an 18 year old daughter ready to graduate from high school in the spring. My name is Monty Crews. I have been in law enforcement for over 24 years.
Did my job contribute to her fatal decision? I don't know...partially maybe. She spent too much time alone and/or raising our daughter over those years. Several location moves with promotions within the state surely didn't help. I knew she was depressed. I just didn't know the extent at the time or how to help her.
Over the 25 years of our marriage she changed. After our daughter was born, her whole personality changed. She might be passive and coy one moment and then become extremely abusive and violent at the drop of a hat. I thought sure signs of some sort of depression. I pleaded with her to get help. She could not be persuaded to seek psychiatric help, instead she chose to visit religious counselors and obtain anti depressants from her medical doctor. You never knew which Regina you were going to wake up too on any given day.
The day she died, she obtained my service weapon, went outside the house and shot herself in the chest at 5:30 in the morning. My next door neighbor, who happened to be a nurse, came running out and assisted me with CPR while our daughter called 911. She was DOA on arrival at the Hospital. Later, my neighbor told me she fully expected to find all three of us in the house.
Since I'm in law enforcement and she shot herself with my weapon, an investigation and inquest had to be conducted as well as an autopsy. My daughter, my parents and myself testified to her depression and violent behavior at times. She had been on Prozac for nine days when this occurred. Who knows if this medication made it worse. I carry some guilt as I should have forced her to get help but she didn't cooperate with any attempts at help.
As I cleaned up her unfinished business, it became apparent that I didn't know her at all. I was surprised to learn she had a boyfriend she had been seeing and having sex with for nearly thirteen months. I guess I should have been more observant but I was the trusting husband even though I knew she had issues. There were a few notes and letters hidden in a drawer. The bigger surprise was, according to the autopsy report, she was ten weeks pregnant. Since we hadn't had sex in nearly 6 months, the child obviously wasn't mine.
I had our email provider send me her inbox and outbox, along with her deleted emails. According to their emails, the sex was hot, heavy and unprotected. He told her he loved her and she responded that she loved him too. She said the only time she felt good was when she was laying beside him full of him. Our sex was so seldom, so I wouldn't have noticed that she was carrying another man's semen inside her anyway.
She thought at her age she was safe. They were meeting at least once a week at his apartment. She had told him she thought she was pregnant since she had missed two periods. She said there was no way she could have a baby now. She wanted to terminate her pregnancy but he was adamant that he wanted her to have his child. It was too early for me to notice any symptoms yet, I guess. I had no interest in who he was at this point. The pregnancy could have been the catalyst that drove her over the edge knowing she would have to tell me soon.
She never talked about suicide or hurting herself so it had to be a spur of the moment thing. Most of her attention was aimed at making my life miserable. The pregnancy became public during the inquest so everyone knew she had been carrying on an affair.
At her funeral, the church was full with my coworkers, her coworkers, our friends and our families. I cried even though her behavior had hurt the love I had for her. I dwelled on our early days when we loved each other, lived on hot sex and not much money.
CHAPTER 2
So, I begin a new life alone at 46 years old. Did I want to be married again? I think so with the right woman. But at our age, both me and the potential pool of available women have some type of baggage. I've found that there are a lot of women looking for love and another group looking for a meal ticket and/or casual sex without strings.
My daughter is in college now and coping with the loss of her mother. She has urged me to find someone to love. She did not want me alone for the rest of my life.
As I said, two years have passed and the grief has lessened and I have some happy days. For exercise, I walked four to five miles everyday around our (I still say our) my neighborhood to keep in shape. I usually stop in at a single friend of mine's house on my route to shoot the shit. I stopped in one day and there was a woman in jogging shorts in his living room. My, buddy, Jim and this lady were sitting and talking.
Jim said, "Hey, Monty, this is Jean Davis. Jean is a principal at one of our high schools."
I Introduced myself, and the three of us chatted awhile. Jean had just broken up with her long time boyfriend as she found he was somewhat less than faithful. Jim had a girlfriend and had no interest in Jean other than friends. She was a about 5'6" tall, a bit stocky, I would guess 145 lbs, with blonde hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. She was a very attractive lady. I learned she was a walker also and I asked if she would like to have a walking partner from time to time. She said she would like that so we began walking and talking a couple of times a week.
I was building my nerve to ask her out since it's been many years since I dated. I knew she was still smarting over her break up, so I didn't push too hard. I learned that she was a divorcée with a teenage daughter. She had worked her way up the ranks in the school system to Principal. I finally asked her if maybe she would like to go out to dinner the next night. She thought for a moment and said that would be nice.
I arrived at her door the next night and knocked. I was dressed in nice slacks, shirt and a blazer with my boots. She came to the door and I almost passed out. She was wearing a blue skin tight skirt, matching blouse and clear four inch mules. Her bright red toe nails and toe rings glistened and sparkled in the light. Her make up was perfect with her hair hanging in a shoulder length ponytail.
I said, "Jean, you look smoking hot."
My mouth got the best of me and I jokingly said, "Damn, you look good enough to eat. I just want to throw you on the floor and ravage your body."
I was immediately embarrassed. She laughed pulled me in the door, pushed it closed, put her arms around my neck and began kissing me.
She said, "Monty, Do It! I've been primed for you since we met. Lay me on the floor and fuck me! Take me, Baby."
Dinner was momentarily on hold. It's been almost three years since my dick has seen anything but my hand. That is about to change. I was about to make her pussy the first course of the evening. I kissed her deeply with my tongue searching for her tonsils while I unbuttoned her blouse. I feasted my eyes on the two most beautiful breasts I had seen other than on the internet. I removed her bra and let it drop.
She was rubbing my rapidly swelling cock through my slacks and found my zipper. I took one of her erect nipples in my mouth and heard her moan as I gave it my undivided attention switching from nipple to nipple. I placed my hand on her thigh sliding it up to her warm bald mons.
She said, "You like?"
I said, "No Baby, I LOVE IT!"
I found her thong covered mound and slipped my fingers inside it to her wet labia and swollen nub protruding from its hood. She almost dropped to the floor as I rubbed her clit between my thumb and index finger. She found my swelling dick, pulled it out and dropped to her knees. She swirled her tongue around my swollen glans which was pouring pre cum out of the slit.
I said, "Jean, I'm close. It's been a long time for me."
I gently laid her on the floor and slipped her thong off. I pushed her skirt up to her waist. I kissed the inside of her thighs and then licked her clit and labia. She was so ready. The second time my tongue went over her clit she came...hard. Gushing her girl cum all over my face. We were rabid for each other at this point. I raised up between her legs and pushed my seven inches into her scalding hot tunnel. She cried out as I bottomed out against her cervix.
I heard, "Yes...Yes, Monty. Give it to me, Baby."
I fucked Jean with long slow strokes then fast short ones. She came and squirted again. The carpet was soaked under her.
I said, "Baby, I better pull out or you are going to get a full load of my thick cum."
