Trust

Trust is the foundation for life, love and business.

Those are the words that hang in our home office. Those are the words that have guided my marriage for 24 years. It is because I did not remember that simple meaning I almost lost my husband, my marriage and everything that I hold dear in this life.

Background:

My name is Molly Reilly. I am married to Mike Reilly. We just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary. This is my story, the good, the bad and the stupid (that's me).

I met Mike when we were freshmen at UConn. I was Liberal Arts major and Mike was in the Business Program. Mike was also in ROTC. He was going to be a Marine like his dad, 2 brothers and uncles.

We dated for about 6 months before he brought me to his apartment. He was very nervous when he gave me the tour. I noticed the sign that was in the common area of the apartment: Trust is the foundation for life, love and business. We spent the whole night talking about life, goals, family, divorce, and kids. I thought he was going take my virginity that night but he didn't. He later told me he had take cold showers for a month after missing that chance.

In our Sophmore year Mike and I had a long talk over Columbus day weekend about us. Mike was very honest about what he wanted out of life: a loving wife, a family and his own business. He also told me that he would be obligated to the Marines for 5 years after graduation. I looked at him and said "OK..where are we going?"

Later that Saturday night we made love. Damn, damn, damn was he good. Many women say that their first experience was not that good. Well, mine was mind blowing. I had a couple of orgasms and I passed out at one point. When I woke up Mike had put a cold compress on my head. He thought I had hurt myself. I laughed at little bit until I saw the expression on his face. He was concerned and worried. This why I love him so much.

BTW, Mike is about 6'3 inches tall and about 240 pounds. I am about 5'7 and about 130 pounds. Dirty blond hair and 38B/C cup.

After graduation we were married and ready for our adventure. Mike was assigned to an Air Force base in Germany. He was also assigned to the Marine Recon unit.

These are some the toughest Marines in the service. No one messes with them.

During our first three years I was attending classes at the local college. I decided I wanted to be a paralegal. Mike supported everything I was doing. When I was class he would cook and clean up the house. When my study group came over he made sure I had everything we needed. Space and food.

At the start of third year of marriage Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait. I was at school for a 3 day prep class for the paralegal class. When I got home on late Sunday night Mike was gone. His unit had been called up and he was part of the first contingent of Marines sent to Saudi Arabia.

Mike left a note and a key to a safety deposit box. I was reading the note when Jill came over. She was married to Bill for 20 years and understood about deployments. Bill was a Master Sergeant and he carried more weight than some of the officers. I sat there reading the note and my hands were shaking. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. Jill calmed me down and told me everything would be OK. Mike was smart plus he had Bill. Bill was a Vietnam Vet as well as some other battles.

I went to the bank the next day to see what was in the Safety Deposit Box. It was his will and a love letter to me. I cried all the way home.

Mike was deployed for 6 months and communication between us was tough. He called when he could. He mailed a lot of letters. Mike liked to write in long hand. He said it was a lost art. We went to war on a week night. I can remember sitting on the couch watching CNN as Baghdad was being bombed. I got my mother's Rosary beads out and started praying. I was up all night.

Gulf War 1 was over pretty fast. The actual fighting did not take longer than a month. Mike's unit was sent back to Germany. They were all given a hero's welcome. I jumped into his arms and held him so long that he told me I was cutting off his air. I looked him in the eyes and something had changed. I did not know what but something was different.

That night I was ready to fuck his brains out. I came into the bedroom and Mike was fast asleep on the bed. So much for my fire engine red see through nightie. The next morning Mike was feeling more like himself and boy did we shagg. The bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, couch and office. You name it and we did it. I had six months of pent up sexual energy in me and it needed to be released. Mike took care of that and then some.

A couple of days later Jill came over to see how we were doing. I had this big shit eating grin on my face. Jill laughed. "Welcome home sex is always intense. Christ, I can barely walk and I think Bill gave me a rug burn on my ass." I laughed.

Jill came over for a serious reason though. She asked me if Mike had said anything about what happened. Mike hadn't said anything. Jill told me that Mike was put in for the Bronze Star (V for Valor) and a Navy Cross. She explained that a pilot had been shot down outside of Baghdad and it was Mike's team that got the guy. The fire fight was bad.

Mike had 2 wounded and 1 guy died. Mike was a hero because he would not leave his men behind. It was Mike, Bill, Tom and Joe against 30-40 Iraqi soldiers. They held them off until they could get a dust off.

Mike put Bill in for a Navy Cross.

After a couple of weeks we were talking and I told Mike I wanted to go to Law School. I wanted to go someplace back East near our families. I started to take correspondence classes to get the needed classes to be ready for Law School. I was accepted to a Boston Law School and we rented an apartment. The first year was very hectic. Mike got his IT consulting company up off of the ground and I was a first year law student. Our love life had its fits. There were times when we make love and there were times when Mike would bend me over the couch, pull my panties down and drive his dick right into my pussy. No foreplay, no sweet whispers just down and dirty sex. He called it "planting the flag". He marked me as his woman. I loved it. He would never let me take shower after planting the flag. I can't tell you how many times I went to class with Mike sperm running down my leg. I would just smile.

After another two years of Law School I had graduated. Mike's company was up and running. It was a cash machine. When I graduated from school I did not owe a penny in student loans. I could work anywhere. I accepted a job as an Assistant DA. I was good. I had a conviction rate of 92% of my cases. I didn't cut cheap deals. If you committed a crime I was going to send your ass to prison.

Two more years past and we talked about starting a family. I went off of the pill and about 60 days later I missed my period. I did not tell anyone until I was about 3 months pregnant. I took Mike shopping one day and brought him into a Maternity wear store.

When he finally figured it out (damn it took him a while) he was thrilled. I came out of there I must have spent $4,000 dollars on preggers clothes.

I gave birth to Shannon on a Sunday morning. She was healthy and wonderful. It was about 8 weeks later and I was having one of those "I am fat and no one loves me days"

Mike cam home early and relieved me of baby duty. I went to bed to catch some zees.

My mother called to check on me and told Mike that I was not feeling too sexy. The next day we went out to dinner. We dropped Shannon off with my parents.

We put the Shannon in her crib and I had just changed into my frumpy jammies. I was checking the doors to make sure they were locked when Mike bent me over the couch.

My jammies were off in a second. His dick was pounding my pussy and he was squeezing my tits. I was in heaven. Mike kept it up for a while. After he came in my pussy he said we were going to try something new. I could feel the tip of his dick at my rosebud. He slowly pushed his dick in my ass. It hurt at first but he slowly worked it in.

After about 5 minutes he had a steady stroke going and I was cumming like a French whore.

The next day we were in bed. I asked why he took my ass. He told me that he had talked to my mother and understood what I was feeling. He told me I would always be sexy to him and he wanted to prove it. Well, the water works started. I have cried for many reasons in my life. I had a great husband that understood me. It's a female thing. Don't try to figure it out.

Mike was making love to me regularly and also planting the flag a lot. It got to the point that I kept panty liners in my glove box in my car.

Another baby came and she was Elizabeth. I had two great kids, a wonderful husband and I loved my job.

Things went along great for about 15 years. My god daughter announced that she was getting married. Everyone in the family thought the guy was nice but not her type.