My story begins 27 years after I married Sherry Shackleford, the love of my life. It was a typical college romance, followed by graduation, a big ass wedding, lots of mind blowing sex, and one child. Our daughter Randi was actually conceived on our honeymoon. It was a difficult pregnancy, and delivery, so we decided not to have any more kids. I got a vasectomy, and that was that.
My name is Jake Turner. I am 49 years old, as is my wife Sherry. Our daughter Randi is 26, married, no kids, and lives about an hour from our house.
I graduated with a degree in finance, and started working for a local bank. After about 7 years I moved to a much larger bank and worked my way up to a Vice President position. It was a great job that paid very well, plus I had a great boss, who was President of the bank. He took me under his wing which helped me move up.
Sherry got her degree in accounting and became a CPA. She recently became a minor partner in the firm. We live in a nice neighbor hood, in a nice house with a pool, and although we make good money, we also spend a lot. We were enjoying our spoils.
Sherry is quite the looker. Pretty face, great body, long blond hair, and long legs that wrap nicely around my back during sex. Did I mention she has a great pair of tits? Well, she does.
Now let me tell you I am no slouch. Tall, good looking, athletic, and a nice head of blond hair. I haven't lost any yet. Well, at least that describes me up until about 6 months ago, and thus the beginning of this tale.
Sherry
Jake had called me from work to say something was wrong and could I take off and come home. He wouldn't tell me over the phone, so I took the afternoon off, and rushed home. When I got home Jake was sitting on the couch looking like the world was about to end.
The bank that Jake worked for had sold to one of the Mega Banks about two weeks earlier. Jake's boss, who he loved and adored had sold out and retired. Jake and his new boss didn't seem to be hitting it off very well, but Jake thought it would eventually work out. The banking industry was currently going through some hard times due to a recession and housing crunch.
Jake began to tremble as he said, "Sherry, I have been laid off. Mr. Henderson, the new boss, called me in this morning to tell me that changes were being made, and I was not part of the future of the bank. He gave me three months severance, and told me to be out as soon as I could pack my stuff."
"Oh Jake, honey I am so sorry. I know you loved working there. Don't worry though, we will be ok and you will find a new job soon. You have three months salary, and I am sure you will find another job long before that runs out."
"Sherry, we are still in a recession. It is going to be hard to find a position equal to what I had at that bank. It's like I am having to start all over. You know me, I need to work. I don't like sitting around. My job is my life. Except for you and Randi, it is what I live for."
"Jake, I have no doubt you will find a new job, maybe even a better one. You are talented, hard working, and you have always put your heart and soul into your job. It will work out. We will be fine financially. You have three months. That is plenty of time to get a new job."
"You think so Sherry? I can tell you it is going to be hard on me with you doing all the work and me not contributing."
"Baby you are contributing. Remember, you are being paid for awhile. By the way, should we move our money out of your old bank?"
"Hell yes we are moving it. That bastard Henderson will not be seeing any more of our business."
That night I fucked his brains out to boost his confidence. Jake was a stud deluxe. He did know how to please me in bed.
The next day Jake began his job search. Every where he went he kept getting the same tune. The banking crisis had gotten worse, so no one was willing to commit to new hiring. This went on for a couple of months and Jake was becoming more depressed by the day. It was hard to watch this great man being gradually beaten down. I could tell he was getting seriously depressed.
At the end of three months his severance ran out, and still no job. We were now living on my salary alone. We had to make significant cuts in our budget. Our mortgage payment was pretty big, and I feared that we might have to sell our house and downsize. To make matters worse, Jake was getting more and more depressed. He told me he felt like such a loser. He was no longer a man who could provide for his family.
Then it happened. I came home from work to find Jake drunk on the couch. It became a daily occurrence, but that was not all. He lost all interest in taking care of himself. His hair was shaggy, he rarely shaved, and sometimes went days without a shower or changing clothes. He also quit his job search. He drank, laid around, and ate junk food. He did nothing around the house. He was becoming pathetic and I finally had my fill of it. He looked and smelled like shit. I kicked him out of the bedroom. We haven't had sex in over a month.
The final straw came last night when I came home after a hard day at work. Jake was drunk on the couch as usual. I fixed myself something to eat then headed to my bedroom. I took a long hot shower, put on my nightgown, and started turning down the covers.
Jake staggers in looking like hell as usual. He stumbles over and puts his arms around me. "Come on baby, let's get it on tonight."
He tries to give me a sloppy kiss. I snapped and pushed him away.
"Look at you Jake. You think I want to make love to you in that condition. I bet you couldn't even get a boner. You are pathetic. You're not a man anymore. You're certainly not the man I married. In fact, pack your shit and get the fuck out of this house. I am making the payments, and anyway, you don't contribute a damn thing."
I could see from the look on his face that I had hurt him deeply. I had never seen that look from Jake before. It was all I could do to not go to him, but he needed this wake up call. I had to do something drastic.
Then he said, "Please Sherry, help me. I am so sorry I have become such a loser. I am so depressed. Please, I am begging you to help me."
I knew I couldn't cave now. He needed this tough love if he was going to pull himself out of this funk he was in.
"You heard me Jake. I said pack you bag and get the fuck out of this house. Go straighten yourself out, get sober, clean up, and I will let you back in. Then you can go find yourself a job, any job."
He was sobbing as he packed his bag. He walked out of the house with his tail between his legs. He looked back at me as he opened the door, but I held firm. I just pointed for him to get out. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
Jake