Lotto Changed My Life

Lotto Changed My Life

*Author's Note: This is loosely based on a fantasy of mine and a fetish I've had for many years. Maybe the personal aspect made this one so much fun for me. I hope it will be for you, too.

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"Mom! Hey. What's going on?" her 19-year old daughter asked.

"Jenny! Hi. Guess what?"

Before her daughter could answer she blurted out, "I have a new job!"

"Mom, that's great!"

"You know the guy that won the lottery a few months back? The Mega Jackpot thingy?"

Her daughter made an 'mmm' noise then said, "Wait. The hot guy with the amazing hair? Who's like filthy rich?"

Her mom laughed then said, "Yes. Him. Jared Porter."

"Wait. You're working for him?" a now-perplexed daughter asked.

"I am."

"Doing...what?"

"Cooking. And taking care of the dishes. And I'm also doing all of the food shopping."

Jenny Thomas knew her mother's first love was cooking. She'd been a chef for many years and before her husband passed away unexpectedly, she'd been an executive chef at an upscale restaurant in their hometown of Casper, Wyoming. It wasn't exactly London or Paris, but she'd been well paid and a couple of culinary magazines had done features on her.

When Jenny's dad had a heart attack just days after her 17th birthday, she and her mom's world stopped. The two women began relying on one another for emotional support, but even so, her mom was unable to continue working. Jenny managed to graduate from high school, and thanks to the 3.97 GPA and having been on two varsity sports teams, she'd earned a full scholarship to the University of Wyoming in Laramie.

Kim Thomas, and her late husband, Evan, had managed to built up a modest nest egg which had given Kim the cushion she needed to take some time off to grieve and to find a way to go on. Evan had been the love of her life, and even after more than two decades together they still held hands, left one another little notes, and had an intimate life most newly married couples could only envy.

Then suddenly, without warning, he was gone. He had something called a 'left ventricular free-wall rupture' as a consequence of a mild myocardial infarction or heart attack.

He'd been in bed with COVID-19, something he'd dodged since the pandemic began. The doctor who explained what happened to him to Kim told her that his immune system had been weakened, so that when the heart attack came--an attack that shouldn't have done much damage--a part of the wall of his left ventricle ruptured. By the time EMTs got him to the hospital, he was gone.

So getting this job was a godsend on at least two fronts that Jenny could come up with off the top of her head. The first was that her mom was at the point again where she wanted to stay busy, and the best thing to fill her time was doing what she loved the most. Secondly, she'd made a huge dent in the money she and her father had saved, and she was very much in need of a job that provided income.

There was a 'Part Deaux' to the reason Jenny was glad her mom was working again, but she wasn't about to ruin her day by telling her. The truth was that she'd met someone, and this new 'someone' had been so charming and so distracting that Jenny had missed a lot of school, and unless she could turn things around on a dime, her scholarship was in grave danger.

"What's the catch?" she asked her mom, trying not to let her skepticism show through--a trait she got from her late father.

"No. There's no catch, honey. It's real. And it pays very well."

"It better!" her only child replied. "The guy won what? Like...$300 million dollars or something?"

It was actually $323 million and change, and Jared Porter had elected to take a lump sum. After paying a hefty 35% in taxes (Wyoming has no state income tax) he was left will a measly $204 million. He'd spent a little under four million on a gorgeous home he called a mini-mansion and another half million on three of the best cars money could buy. Well, perhaps the fastest cars if not the best with 'best' being in the eye of the...buyer. He'd also helped out his parents, his sister, and an old friend who'd had a rough time of it the last few years.

With the interest he was accumulating on his investments, he still had roughly the same amount of money he'd had before going on his initial buying spree.

At 28 Jared was a very wealthy man. However, once the thrill of buying all of the high-end toys wore off he was still just as alone as he was before the fateful day he'd played the lottery on a whim. He used his birthday numbers, 11-23-19-95 and 28, his current age, as the bonus number. He 'wired them' meaning he played every possible variation of their order with the birthday money he'd been given.

He was beyond stunned when three days later he checked the lottery website online and saw the winning numbers. He sat there in shock for several minutes before pulling out the tickets and culling through them. He held up the winning ticket then reread the winning numbers slowly, one by one, being sure to carefully check each one on the ticket. All five matched. Then he did it again and then a third time

"Holy shit," he remembered mumbling as he broke out in a cold sweat.

The other thing he remembered was the way his hands started shaking. He had so much adrenaline pumping through his body his hands were trembling uncontrollably. His next thought was along the lines of 'so what do I do now' before wondering who he should tell first. And just as importantly, who he shouldn't tell. He also recalled laughing when he wondered if it was maybe 'whom' rather than 'who.'

He'd moved back to his home town of Evansville which was just south of Casper after leaving the Air Force. With a population of 2,749, Evansville was a small town where most folks knew one another. To the residents of Evansville, Casper, with a population of around 57,000, was considered 'the big city'.

Jared moved back to Evansville several years ago. Not because he was lazy but because he was broken. At 22 he married the love of his life, a girl named Shari Conroy he'd met while at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

He was an aerospace engineering major who couldn't help but notice the only woman in his differential equations class his sophomore year. She was every bit as smart as he was, and she was so hot it made his head hurt. Mainly his 'little head' which swelled with joy each time he saw her.

He'd seen her before but never really noticed her. During the summer following their plebe year she and Jared were doing different things as part of their four-year program. She'd somehow blossomed from the last time he'd seen her until then, and the difference was astounding.

He asked her out that same day, but she pretended to be uninterested even though she'd noticed him from their first week in Colorado Springs as the Upperclassmen ran them ragged. She knew he was way out of her league, but that never stopped her from dreaming that one day he'd notice her. During the two weeks she'd been allowed to take leave the next summer, her older sister, who'd been working in a beauty salon, took her on as a kind of personal project. Between a very cute haircut, some really high quality makeup, something she'd never worn much of be it cheap or expensive, and a few new clothes, she'd gone from plain and dowdy to cute and sexy. Okay, she'd ditched the glasses she'd worn since she was four years old for a pair of contact lenses, which, just by themselves, would have made a significant difference.

Shari had always been a bookworm and never really cared about the kinds of things most girls were into. She preferred building and flying a remote controlled jet to lipstick and crop tops. She was aware of boys, but her only interest in them was having them help her with some new project. Somehow she'd graduated from high school without ever having so much as kissed a boy and didn't care.

That changed when she got to the Academy. At first, the dizzying pace of plebe summer made it impossible to think about anything but surviving. But once she got accustomed to the pace, she began noticing guys for the first time in her life. Cute boys--or men by virtue of being at least 18--were everywhere!

She'd found the time to have that first kiss and several other 'firsts', to boot. In so doing, what she'd come to realize was that as an average-looking girl, the best she was going to do was date average looking guys. Until the makeover when even the hot guys began looking. None of them did more than nibble, but the change was most welcome.

That changed the day she saw him looking at her in their math class and briefly smiled at him. Just as she'd dreamed, he asked her out. Just as she'd planned, she began rattling off reasons why she couldn't like her incredible workload plus intramural sports, blah, blah, blah. He reminded her that everyone in the engineering department at the Academy had the same requirements, but she only replied with a quiet little 'oh' before walking away, a small smile on her face that Jared couldn't see.

Undeterred, he asked her out again the next day. And the next. And every day thereafter until she said 'yes'. When she finally did he asked her why she waited so long.

"Because I do my homework," she told him with a devious smile on face.

Shari handed him a folder, and before he looked inside, he asked her, "Did you hire a private investigator?"

"No. I just told you I do my homework."

She snatched the folder back before he could see there was nothing in it, smiled at him, then said, "You checked out."

"Really," he replied as she began walking away which caused him to catch up and walk beside her.

"Yes. Really," she told him before taking his hand in hers and smiling at him in a way that caused quite a stir.

They became inseparable from that day on, and the day after graduation they were married in the Air Force chapel, one of many cadet-turned second lieutenant couples who were doing the same thing. There were several other active duty types getting hitched, as well, one of them a brigadier general with gray sidewalls and a very young, very pretty major.

At the time Jared thought it was disgusting and told himself, albeit very quietly, that he'd never do anything like that. But why would he when he had the perfect girl his age saying "I do" and promising to love him until death do us part?

How could he have known that just four and a half years later they would part due to her death during a training mission in which her F-22's engine flamed out during a low level air-to-air exercise.

With just six months left on their obligated service, Shari was participating in an antiwar warfare exercise with the US Marine Corps in at Nellis AFB in Nevada called "Red Flag." Her squadron had deployed there from their home station at Holloman AFB in New Mexico where Jared also served in a different flying squadron.

She'd been doing well over Mach 1.2 when it happened which was around 700mph give or take. The airplane also lost all flight controls and her only option was to eject. It was unheard of to survive at that speed, with 450 knots being the maximum speed one could reasonably expect to survive.

Somehow she'd lived through the ejection, but Shari was in critical condition and not expected to live another 24 hours. Jared flew in and arrived just hours after she'd been examined and stayed by her side watching and waiting.

It was very close to the 48 hour mark when it happened. Shari awoke briefly for a few moments and seemed to recognize him. After calling for a nurse, he took her hand in his. Jared looked into her eyes and smiled at the woman he loved. When he did, he saw her trying to do the same. Or at least that's what he remembered.

He told her, "Honey. I love you so much," and somehow she managed to say in a very faint whisper, "I love you, too," just seconds before her eyes closed for the last time.

The nurse ran in, and right behind her was a doctor. The last thing Jared heard was, "Captain Porter. I'm very sorry."

As Jared sat alone in his mini-mansion, with the exception of Rebecca, his executive assistant, who was in another room working diligently, thoughts of those last moments again filled his mind as they had so many times before which caused tears to fill his eyes. He shook his head then wiped his eyes using his shirtsleeve.

"Who are you kidding? You'll never find anyone like her. Ever."

More tears followed before he forced himself to stop the pity party and get up.

Shari had loved him in every way possible. Things came easily to her, and even if he just hinted about something, she was ready to give it a try. Not just in the bedroom which had became their own private playground of sorts, but in every aspect of their lives.

She would often make his favorite things for dinner. She gladly wore her hair the way he liked it. And just as important to him, she loved wearing the things he thought were sexy. He asked her a couple of times if he was being controlling, and she just laughed.

"You're a man. With needs. I'm a woman with needs. You meet mine, and I meet yours," she said before giving him a kiss. "Isn't that what love is all about?"

When she said that it made Jared stop and think. He'd been raised knowing that compromise was essential in any relationship, and especially in a marriage. But he'd never given any thought to what human beings meant when they talked about romantic love.

In essence, he eventually concluded, they're saying, "I believe you'll meet my needs," even though that was almost never even consciously thought, let alone spoken.

But in the end, wasn't that exactly why people fell in love? People hooked up for all kinds of reasons, but hooking up wasn't love. Love came when one's brain sent out the signal that this person will make me happy. Happy, he surmised, meant having one's needs met.

After all, who would fall in love with or marry someone who had no intention of doing anything but taking? He didn't spend a lot of time chewing it over, but he assumed there were people who did do that, and the first example he thought of was someone marrying for money.

"Like a lottery winner," he sarcastically said to himself, thus reinforcing his belief that he'd never find anyone willing to meet his needs the way Shari had.

And now that he was disgustingly wealthy, how could he ever trust any woman ever again? People were unbelievably skilled at deception, an adaptation that helped ensure the survival of the human race. So was ferreting out deception. Even so, Jared couldn't help but feel that any woman who claimed to love him would only have two-hundred million reasons--give or take--to do so with none of those reasons being important to him.

Shari had never felt 'controlled' because she did those things willingly knowing how appreciative her husband would be. She also knew that he would do quite literally anything for her, too, and that made doing what she called 'no brainers' that much easier. The thought of ever finding another woman like that seemed so daunting that he forced himself to change the subject.

He got up, went to his home gym, and got on a treadmill and ran to nowhere as fast as he could for 30 minutes. The break cleared his mind for a few hours, but by that evening he was once again back to square one when an idea hit him late that night.

There'd been a pause in their conversation when Jenny asked her mom what he was like.

"I haven't actually met him, honey. Or even talked to him. He has an executive assistant who takes care of that."

"Oh, sure. That makes sense, I guess."

"He has quite a few people working for him according to Rebecca, the woman who hired me. Attorneys, accountants, investment consultants, and a small staff to keep his humongous home neat and tidy."

"How big is it?" Jenny asked.

"Well, I was escorted in by a butler, and no, I'm not kidding," she began. "He walked me through this enormous foyer with marble floors and a monstrously large Persian rug that was absolutely stunning. The rug alone had to be at least a hundred thousand dollars. Right in front of me was this awe-inspiring spiral staircase. I didn't go up it but was instead led into an area on the west side of the house. I can't say for sure, but I was told his home has seven bedrooms and ten bathrooms."

"Holy crap," Jenny mumbled as her mom mentioned a home movie studio, a library, a gym, an Olympic swimming pool, and a state of the art security system that came with a security team that protected the house. And Mr. Porter.

"That sounds more like a mansion."

"It's...big," her mom replied with a laugh. "And you have to see the kitchen. Oh, my word! It is absolutely amazing! And huge!"

"I'm really happy for you, Mom.

Jenny paused then asked rather gingerly, "Are you happy?"

Kim's smile faded, and when she spoke again Jenny could tell.

"I'm doing...okay," he mom said honestly. "I'm better. That's for sure. I'm just not...there...yet. But don't worry, okay?"

"Okay. I'll try not to," her daughter said even though she'd been too self-absorbed lately to be overly concerned about her mother.

"I'm glad you called, Jen," her mom said, signaling the call was ending.

It seemed like a throwaway line, but Jenny knew it wasn't as her mom quickly asked, "Is everything okay with you?"

"Oh. Sure. Yeah, everything's good, Mom. Really good."

The truth was her sex life was really good, and so was hanging out with Zach, her new beau. Everything else was falling apart all around her, and as much as she knew she needed to get her priorities straight, he was all she could think of.

She'd been a straight-A student her whole life and had always been a good girl who did the right thing. Even in college, until she met Zach, she'd towed the straight and narrow. But he was like a drug, and for now at least, all Jenny cared about was getting her next fix, and that was not something she was ready to tell her mother.

Her mom wasn't convinced, but she decided not to press the issue. At least not for now. She knew her daughter and more importantly, she trusted her.

"Okay. So I'll give you a call once I get started and I'll send you some pics of the house. Or at least the kitchen."

Jenny told her that sounded great and wished her luck.

"Thanks, honey. Talk to you later."

"Bye, Mom," her daughter said just as Zach walked into her room with nothing on unless the pair of underwear he hung over the massive rod he was wagging in her face counted.

Jenny purred as she tossed the underwear aside then took it in her hand and pulled it hungrily into her mouth. Just the thought of where it would be in a few more minutes drenched her panties as she slid out of the chair and onto her knees in front of her handsome boyfriend. Losing her academic scholarship was the last thing on her mind as she looked up into his eyes while cupping his balls and sliding her lips back and forth over his shaft.

The only person Jared trusted was his executive assistant, and even there, he was always wary of any hint of deception. He'd interviewed at least two dozen people for the job, and Rebecca Vogel was the one who'd impressed him the most.

She, in turn, had conducted exhaustive interviews for the various positions that needed filled from Jared's butler and limo driver to his chief of security to the head housekeeper and everyone in between. Once she narrowed the list down to two or three candidates she would brief her boss who would then decide which of them to personally interview.

So far, she'd been spot on in terms of what he felt he needed in each area of this new, still-uncharted life he was living but by no means used to. Being wealthy took getting used to, and he was a long way from being comfortable with this new status.

The one thing he enjoyed about it was that the world now seemed to come to him. For all but the richest of people they had to go out and look for what they needed or wanted. At some level of wealth, things flipped and the world cam to them. All Jared had to do was buzz Rebecca and tell her what he wanted, and it or they would show up and wait to be seen.