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Betsy is alone.
It was a beautiful spring Saturday about a year ago. I was thankful for my loving husband Jim of thirty two years. Amelia, Ann and Ellen my young adult daughters, I was a grandmother, Amelia and Anne both had toddlers now. Ellen was a nurse in the Marine Corp and as Jim said she played for the other team, but we loved her wife too. I was fifty five.
I got out of bed wearing my flannel pjs and wool socks. It's chilly in the spring in Seattle and went to our bathroom and peed. I loved living on Queen Anne Hill.
I stood on the scale and I weighed one hundred and seventy five pounds, but I was just under six feet tall, red hair and freckles. Jim would come up behind me and grab my girls, EE cup and tell me I was his jiggle girl. God I missed him, he was in London and had been off and on for three months.
He was so good to me and brought me gifts and he was my stallion. When he touched me I got wet. When he smiled at me, I got wet. He made me cum when he pulled on my nipples. He was a magician with his tongue which explored all of my fuck holes as he called them.
On our wedding night, I wasn't a virgin but inexperienced (thankfully he wasn't) he burst through my hymen and kept going until he got to what I thought was the end of my cunny, but I learned was my cervix. I looked down and saw there was still four or five inches not in me, holy sweet mother of God. Then he put his arms through the back of my knees and rolled my big soft ass in the air and started to slowly move in and out of my cunny, which started to flow like the Frasier river and Jimmy said pull on your nipples Bets and I did and just four minutes or so I had my first orgasm and boy what a doozy of an awakening that was!!!
He was supposed to be home on Sunday and the anticipation was killing me. Just then, the doorbell rang, I still had my pjs on. Nobody was coming so hells bells I was fifty five I came down the stairs and opened the door and there was a severe looking young woman wearing what looked like a man's suit. She had a large envelope in her hand and said, "Are you Betsy Jones?"
I said, "I am."
She handed me the envelope and took a picture of me and said, "You've been served. Have a nice day ma'am!"
I knew it was some legal thing, who could be suing me for goodness sake. I frowned as I look at it, shrugged and opened it. It read Elizabeth Mary Jones was being divorced by James Marshall Jones.
I'm not sure the timetable of what was next except for what Amelia and Anne later told me, but they were en route to me and when they arrived there was an aid car wheeling me down on a gurney. The process server heard me cry as I collapsed and called 911.
I woke up at Swedish Hospital, pretty confused as to where I was, when I was (sorry for the funny, but if you can't laugh looking back) and I felt a hand on my hand patting me softly. I looked up at the face belonging to the hand and it was a nurse.
She said, "How we doing?"
I shrugged (You know like Sandra Bullock in the Proposal, I love that movie) and said, "I'm scared."
"My Jimmy is divorcing me. I love him, he loves me," I paused then went on, "I should call him, there's been a mistake and even if he's having a fling, I mean Cosmo says we can get over it. Oh God, oh God, what am I going to do."
Ultimately I got the story from Amelia, Anne and Ellen, but my doctor at Swedish wouldn't let them tell me as I was unwinding from an emotional trauma. My heart stopped and they zapped me and put me on some meds to make sure that was a one time moment. I sure do ramble a lot, even talking to myself, but Ellen ran into Jim (fuck that Jimmy shit) in a night club in London. It was a sex club for God's sake and he was with a woman and the stripper was fucking them both. Ellen took a picture.
The next morning she sent it to him and her sisters and told him that he had a week to fix it. They thought he'd come home and fess up and ask forgiveness. Nope he filed for divorce instead.
He gave me the house and some money. I got a lawyer and met with her and asked what will happen if I don't sign the divorce papers. Depending on timing, in roughly six months we would be divorced. That's what I decided to do. I had an exercise therapist named Jilly and I'd lost fifteen pounds. She would get me on all fours on the mat and stretch my legs and arms.
Sometimes she would grab my tummy and pull on my thigh and being touched woke up my cunny. Never been with a gal before, I suppose it was just being touched again. I could smell me and was mortified. When she let my leg down, she rubbed my ass and I moaned for God's sake. She did not stop and then reached down and cupped my cunny and I came like a freight train through the rail road marshalling yards down in Interbay.
For weeks we got close as lovers do. Staying at each other's place, going out for dinner or to a lesbian club on Capitol Hill. She was only thirty and I knew it wouldn't last.
We were laying in bed, my head on her chest and my big old leg across her tummy. Nobody had ever rocked me like she did. Literally all day long I craved her riding my face, fisting me in the cunny and my ass. God! Who knew that felt so good. I loved my daughters, but now that Jim and I were done, I wished I'd been a lesbian my whole adulthood. I felt like I'd wasted decades.
That night I told Jilly that she'd stolen my heart and I knew that she would move on soon. I wanted her to know that she took my heart with her and I wished that I'd met her years ago. I said I would have been the best wife for her, the last words were overtaken by me crying.
Jilly said, "I work with some guys, cops therapy and stuff. A couple of them are older and I told them about you, because they said they were looking for someone to be a party coordinator. I told them you'd be perfect for them. They want you to meet with them today. Two in the afternoon at the four seasons hotel. I'll bring you to the meeting, okay?
I said, "Sure what do I wear?"
She said, "Yoga pants, commando, thigh high stockings, garter belt, five inch heels, shelf bra and a halter top. Ponytail and hoop earrings and heavy on the red lipstick.
Jilly drove a rebuilt Isuzu Trooper with a five speed. I fantasized that were married and she was taking me out for a date night while our kids were being babysat.
