Not that it matters to the story but my name is Jason Edwards. I'm 43 years old and self employed in the computer security field. Until two years ago I lived in one of the more upscale suburbs of Milwaukee with the appropriately beautiful wife and well behaved twin boys. My conventional existence ended abruptly when I found the true nature of the person I was married to for the last 18 years. The revelation was quite a shock to my system because I pride myself on my observational abilities. To top it off, I have worked from my home for the last ten years so the fact that I was in the dark all that time is a testament to her powers of deceitfulness. I was completely in love with my wife and in one painful moment all that came crashing down.
She was really really good, I'll give her that. Sheila Jackson Lee was a delightfully cute southern belle that I met my Freshman year at UW. We were legacies of our respective Greek organizations and we first got together at a joint mixer. I was immediately enamored by her entire package. She was in that borderline area between cute as a button and pinup sultry beautiful. She could turn either aura on or off depending on the audience. She generally dressed in a modest style but showed just enough of her charms to get a red blooded guy going. I was immediately smitten by her and soon fell in lust with her cute little boobies and especially the way she could be counted on to pop an orgasm when I sucked on her rose colored nipples. I of course didn't get to see those beauties for a month but when I did, I was a goner. By Christmas we had graduated to occasional nudity with advanced oral and by Spring Break we were regularly fucking up a storm. Along the way to doing the deed, I also discovered that she checked all the other spousal potential boxes. Pinning, engagement and marriage followed in orderly progression.
The only major differences we had stemmed from the fact that I was a Yankee from Wisconsin and she was a Johnny Reb from South Carolina. We often joked about our heritage but frankly we had so much fun fucking that we quickly called a truce to our Civil War. My family of course loved the dickens out of her with her soft little drawl and southern charms. Her family, at least initially, was a different story. They were politely cool to me on my first visit but then gradually warmed up. It was only years later that I discovered that it was not my winning personality but rather the fact that I was from a well connected and wealthy family that changed their attitude. The icing on cake was that I was fairly decent looking, got deans list grades and already had the promise of a very well paying job after graduation.
I never connected all the dots until later in life but her mom and dad were from high on the social and low on the financial scale in Charleston. Sheila and her two brothers were all sent north to college and were given a precise blueprint of what to look for in a prospective spouse. They were even provided with target family names and dating suggestions from the respective fraternity and sorority enrollment lists. One of my brother-in-laws also told me that his father had sent him thumbnail D&B's on his dating choices. All three of them ultimately ended up with upper middle class Yankees and produced well off Grandchildren and an infusion of capital for the Greater Lee Family.
The Jackson and Lee in her name of course honored the two great Civil War generals. It also happened to be the name of a venerable charitable foundation that supported a variety of Charleston's socially acceptable causes. It was naturally a prime venue in which to socially connect for the old line families. One senior member from each family was appointed to the Board of the foundation. The Lee family was represented by Sheila's Mother as a Board Member and Sheila as an associate. Shortly after we were married, her mother stepped aside and Sheila took her spot. All through school and our marriage she maintained an active involvement in the organization even though she lived over a thousand miles away. Board meetings were held quarterly on weekends and the out of state members were picked up by private jet at four different airports. All Sheila had to do was to get to O'Hare by 3PM on a Friday and have me back to pick her up by 6 on Sunday night. After every trip she would be full of stories about visits with friends and family and of course, the wonderful charitable work of the foundation.
I always thought it was great that she got to see her family so often and the satisfaction she got from the charities seemed to really make her happy. I even went with her on a couple of trips in the days before we had kids but frankly I found it a little tedious visiting with her folks while she went to the meetings. It would have been impolite for me to just go off and explore Charleston so I got into the habit of staying home and once we had kids they and I would have a fun quarterly weekend without mom.
Another tradition that we started was that instead of picking her up at O'Hare on Sunday afternoons and driving back to Milwaukee, I left the twins with my folks and got a room at one of the airport motels. Wearing wigs and false mustaches I would pick Sheila up at the private plane terminal as a stranger, get her drunk and seduce her into a night of wild sex before returning to the role of wife and mother. Some of the most outlandish and incredible sex of our marriage occurred on these overnights. She also got into the role playing. Gone was my demure southern belle housewife. Replacing her was a loose slut who rarely wore undergarments, had a foul mouth, gave super blowjobs and would participate in any and I repeat any sex act that would get a rise out of her partner for the night.
We never got into anything resembling third party sex because of my views on fidelity. However, we did have some close calls when I found her flirting with guys at the terminal bar. It was part of our 'pick up a stranger' in a bar fantasy game and a couple times she came dangerously close to her going off with another guy. I rescued her on those occasions and our sex after that was fucking over the top.
Quarterly fuck fests not withstanding, our regular marital sex life also seemed to me to be just fine. As with all marriages, the 'I've got to fuck you every two hours' enthusiasm of the honeymoon changes with the demands and reality of jobs and kids. I guess we all get into routines but at least our's managed to work in an average of four to five goodnight encounters and at least one protracted loving making every Saturday/Sunday. Colds, pregnancy, business travel, periods and not much else got in our way and I naively believed that we had a happy and successful 18 year marriage. We both had high sex drives and we seemed to satisfactorily ring each other's chimes.
Our twin boys, 17 year old Thomas and Robert were doing super in High School and were looking at colleges. Both kids got great grades, were athletic and were inclined towards military careers. This was fostered by my father in law and Sheila. I guess it partly goes back to their naming. I had suggested Thomas and Robert because my dad was Thomas and Sheila's was Robert. Coincidentally, and the reason Sheila agreed so easily with my choice is that Thomas is the first name of Stonewall Jackson and Robert is of course the first name of Robert E. Lee, duh.
Nevertheless, the kids were applying to the Citadel in Charleston and Virginia Military Academy, the school Stonewall headed before the Civil War. They were also trying for appointments to West Point and Annapolis but those were longer shots.
I had business in Asheville North Carolina and so I suggested a family road trip during the boys spring break to visit schools. Sheila was tied up with something in her job and then she found out that she had a surprise Foundation meeting at the last minute and so I ended up going on the road trip with just the boys. We started at VMI and had a wonderful time in Lexington visiting the school. From the boys conversation, they were as impressed with the school as was I. We then drove down to Asheville North Carolina and the boys had a great time touring the Biltmore while I took care of my client. Instead of taking the three days I had anticipated, I finished in one day and so I suggested that we surprise the grandparents and Mom in Charleston just three hours down the road. We could also visit the Citadel at the same time. I love the South in the Spring when everything is in bloom and the humidity is under control. The drive down was just beautiful and the three of us were in a great mood as we pulled into the Lee's driveway.
The three of us knocking on the door brought a surprised and uncharacteristically flustered Grandma out.
"My goodness, what on earth are the three of you doing here?"
"Well Grandma" said Thomas, "we checked out VMI and tomorrow we hit The Citadel. Dad's business went faster than he thought so we came down to surprise you and Mom and to visit the school."
"Your Mom?"
"Yeh Mom"
I then jumped in and said
