Jason and Paula met late in life, she the victim of two bad marriages, one abusive, the other loveless, he, trapped in an unsatisfying one where many of his emotional and sexual needs were never met.
It wasn't that he didn't love his wife but she seemed never to be able to sense his needs nor fulfill them. Her second husband was pretty much the same.
When fate finally brought them together, they both wondered if God was playing a joke on them because it was so obvious that they complemented each other perfectly that they had to have been made for each other. Had they met earlier in life they would have made the complete couple, yet God made it so that they met after having created families with others and having lives that were too complicated to simply walk away from.
In her first marriage she and her husband James, fought constantly. She was a feisty, coffee colored woman of small build 5' 5", 120 lbs, he was a 5'10" 180 lbs, light complexioned, pretty boy who thought that he was God's gift to women.
Many of their arguments disintegrated into violence as neither of the two of them knew how to resolve conflict without it. Although he was more than fifty pounds heavier than she, she would fight him anyway. It didn't matter to her that she would end up getting her ass beaten; it satisfied her that she got in a few good licks of her own before he would eventually waste her.
Since her family wasn't too thrilled with the marriage, there was no one to go to for advice or help and so the turmoil and fights continued.
For Paula, the marriage was more about her escaping from her mother's control than anything else. Her dad, whom she adored, had died about five years earlier and she had never gotten over his death.
Her mother, now left with three children to raise on her own, decided to make sure that her only daughter didn't suffer the consequences of single parenthood and tried to compensate for her husband's early demise by ruling her daughter with an iron hand.
Paula tried to rebel every way that she could as she observed that her two brothers were treated differently and she and her mother were always at odds.
At age sixteen she had fancied herself to be in love with the neighborhood bad boy. Her mother warned her to stay away from him as everybody in the community knew that he was irresponsible and didn't like to work.
Paula didn't care about any such things. She thought that he was fine and unbeknownst to her mother, on her way back home from one of the few movies that her mother let her go to, she had surrendered her virginity to him.
She had gone with her two brothers to the local movie theater one Saturday evening and on their way back home, the two boys stopped to talk to two girls that they had arranged to meet at the theater. They chased her away by telling her to go to the ice cream parlor down the street and wait for them there and they would meet her in an hour.
At the parlor she ran into James, who bought her an ice cream. He talked to her for a while and managed to get her to come outside with him. He walked her around to the rear of the building and when he got her there he hugged her and kissed her.
She was in heaven as she had a great crush on him. He proceeded to play with her small budding nipples and in short order he had pulled the crotch of her panties aside and fucked her up against the wall.
Sometime later when her brothers arrived, with separate cases of the blue balls, she was awaiting them with a very sore and recently plundered pussy.
As conflict with her mother escalated over her relationship with James, she felt that marriage was her only escape.
She got a job at the local supermarket and she and James got married as soon as she turned eighteen. For the first three months things were idyllic. They lived with his mother and spent most days and nights having furious sex. When she went home to visit, her mother would often remark about how tired she looked and how sunken in her eyes were.
She soon became pregnant and decided to find an apartment for then to live. James was not thrilled by the idea but after she found one they moved in. At first he paid the rent and bought the groceries but as pregnancy distorted her body he found her no longer attractive and he started playing the field again, using his money to entertain other women rather than pay the bills.
As a result, she spent a lonely and abandoned pregnancy.
They argued all the time about his constant absence from home and perfume smelling clothes whenever he returned.
She worked all the way through her pregnancy and he fooled around and got fired from his job. When she realized that he began taking money from her purse to entertain the other women he was dating, the real fighting started.
Every week was a new fight, until the superintendent of the apartment building told her that they had to stop the fighting or leave.
After one pretty brutal fight in which he split her lip, bloodied her nose and blackened her eye, she finally decided that she had enough. She stopped fighting with him, cut him off from her sexual favors and six months after the birth of her daughter, she called the police and put him out. After that, she never looked back.
For fifteen years she worked to raise her child by herself, avoiding serious involvement with all the men who she felt saw her as a hot mama and only wanted to get into her pants.
She went to community college, got herself a degree in accounting and kept to herself. She followed it up by completing a bachelor's degree in management.
Her family and friends kept encouraging her to give another man a chance and finally she started to date again.
Although she went on dates with them, none of them were ever allowed to enter her house. She was determined to protect her daughter and earn her respect.
Once in a while when her physical needs overcame her and she would relent and give up some pussy to a current suitor but her heart was never in it.
Those incidents were rare as she believed that sex and marriage went together and she wasn't the freaky kind of women to do all the "nasty" things like using toys, that her girlfriends talked about doing.
Finally she met a man who seemed quite taken with her and acted like he would do anything for her. He was able to get to her through her daughter, who adored him. He treated her like she was his own and he had the ability to make her laugh. She knew that she was not in love with him and told him so.
He begged and begged her to marry him until she finally relented. One of her requirements in agreeing to marry him was that she would have no more children and she made no bones in telling her new husband that. He agreed.
Two years after their marriage, her gynecologist decided to take her off her current birth control pills to allow her metabolism to re-establish itself. He informed her that her husband would have to use condoms until her system had been re-regulated and she began using the new birth control pills again. She made sure that her husband heard and understood this and reminded him that she did not want any more children.
Her new husband honored this edict but one night, overcome by horniness and too lazy to go find a condom, he forced her to have unprotected sex with him. She was very upset by his doing this and it resulted in high tension between the two of them for some time. Two months later she visited her doctor because she wasn't feeling well and discovered that she was pregnant.
At first she was furious, then became so devastated that she went into a deep depression. She had no intention of having this child and shared her thoughts with her doctor. Her doctor told her that the decision to have the baby was hers to make but her austere upbringing was enough to convince her not to abort the pregnancy and seven months later she delivered a son.
Prior to the delivery she had ordered her doctor to cut, burn and tie her tubes and at delivery, he had complied. She told her husband what she had done and informed him that she was never having another child for him.