38 comments/ 146802 views/ 25 favorites Hell Hath To Fury By: Enamored Terri and I got married when we both were in our early twenties. The first baby, James, came along when I was 24, and Terri was 23. Leslie followed James a little over three years later, and we decided that two was absolutely enough. Terri had her tubes tied, and I had a vasectomy just to make absolutely sure that we weren't going to have any more. Our marriage was a good one generally speaking. The only fly in the ointment was Terri's jealousy. When Terri had been a freshman in college, she thought she had found the love of her life, and they had made plans to get married when they graduated. Her sophomore year she came back to the apartment they were sharing because one of her classes had been canceled, and found him in bed with a girl she thought was her best friend. Although I didn't know Terri then, I suspect that episode completely changed her, and not for the better. She was extremely suspicious of any woman friend I might have, and God forbid that I ever did so much as kiss a woman on the cheek; I was sure to hear about it in spades. However, as I had no plans of ever cheating on Terri, I just made allowances for it, and suppressed my normal touchy-feely tendencies. In any event, when James was fifteen, Terri and I had really been getting along quite well, and hadn't had any real arguments in quite a few years. The October after James turned fifteen, I got a wedding invitation in the mail from my cousin Dave. Dave and I had seen each other quite a bit as children and teenagers, but I hadn't seen him since Terri and I had gotten married. We spoke once or twice a month, but it just never seemed to work out for us to even be in the same part of the country at the same time. I called Dave and offered my congratulations, and apologized for not being able to make it, but between Terri, the kids and work, it just wasn't going to work out. Dave understood, and we had quite a nice conversation. Then about three or four weeks before Dave's wedding, the company I was working for decided to enter negotiations to buy a somewhat smaller company in Dallas, which was where Dave was living. Lo and behold, my boss and I were told to get ready to do the due diligence the week immediately following Dave's wedding. I immediately called Dave, and asked if I was still welcome at his wedding. Of course I was, and arraignments were made. I had asked Terri if she wanted to come along, but she demurred, her job and the kids just wouldn't let her. So on a Saturday morning Terri dropped me off at the airport, kissed me goodbye, and I was off to Dallas. The company was putting my boss and I up at a very nice hotel in downtown Dallas and I had simply asked that my Saturday night stay be in the same hotel. The company didn't have a problem with it, as long as I paid for the Saturday night. I finally connected with Dave late Saturday afternoon, and was astounded. Dave and I hadn't looked much alike as kids, or teenagers, although our hair was the same color, and our facial features certainly identified us as related. Age had changed things. If you were standing across a room, I would doubt that you could tell who was who. Up close, you could certainly see the difference, but from a distance you would have thought we were twins. I met his soon to be bride, and immediately thought she was just about the prettiest woman I had ever seen (outside of one or two models.) Dave was my age, and Elaine was 32. Actually, Elaine wasn't really her name, but Americans had trouble pronouncing her real name, which was Yelena. Elaine had been born in Russia, and came to the U.S. when she was a small child. Her English was perfect, but there was a very slight trace of a Russian accent, which was adorable. We got along famously, and I teased Dave that if I had seen Elaine first, and wasn't married, he would have had a battle on his hands. Elaine, or Lena as Dave called her, just laughed and told me that I would have had to do more than hang the moon to beat out Dave. I went to the wedding, and the reception afterwards, then headed back to the hotel to meet with my boss about the following week, and what we needed to cover. Everything was going along wonderfully. Our due diligence investigation showed that if anything, the company had slightly understated the potential they had, and both Erik, my boss, and I were confident that they would fit in extremely well with our own objectives. I made my nightly calls to Terri and the kids, like I normally did when I was out of town. Everything seemed normal until Wednesday night. When I called there was no answer, so I left a message, and told Terri to call me back when she got home, if she got back in time. I really didn't think much about it, as Terri would often take the kids over to her folks, or her sister's when I was out of town. Thursday, there was again no answer. I left another message asking Terri to call when she got it, and reminding her of my arrival time, and flight number. The first clue I had that something was seriously wrong was when I tried to check out of the hotel on Friday morning. We had a few hours of final meetings to go through, and then Erik and I were going to get on a plane and head out. Erik was meeting some relatives back East, and I was headed home. I tried to pay for my stay at the hotel with my credit card, and was informed that my card was refused. I tried another, but no joy. Finally, I had to ask Erik to bail me out. Erik was not real happy about it, but he did. We took Erik's rental car out to the airport after our meetings, and then I tried to contact Terri both at home and at the office. No answer at home, and her office told me that she had taken the week off, and didn't expect to be in the office for at least another week. Now I was really concerned. I had no idea what was going on, and couldn't get ahold of Terri. I tried her cell phone, and James' cell, and neither one were turned on. I left messages on both, and then went to catch my flight. We landed and I headed off the airplane as fast as I could. Of course Terri couldn't meet me at the gate because of all the security restrictions, but I did expect to see her in the waiting area just beyond the security screeners. My heart fell, as I didn't see Terri or the kids as I got into the waiting area. Then I saw him, a rather nicely dressed man, holding up a sign, with my name on it, much like a limo driver would, who was waiting for his assigned fare. I went up to him, told him I was Bob Simmons, and asked what was going on. He looked at me, and then asked, "Robert Simmons?" "Yes." "I have something for you." He reached into his inside coat pocket, pulled out a sheaf of papers, and handed them to me. "You have been served." With that he turned and walked away. I yelled after him, asking what was going on, but he just ignored me, and kept going. I finally went over to one of the chairs in the terminal, and looked at the papers I had been given. They were divorce papers, that was immediately obvious, but there was a lot of other stuff in there that made no sense to me at all. It was apparent that I needed to get a cab to get home, but I only had about $20 or $30 in my pocket, so I went to the nearest ATM machine to get some money. My card was rejected. Oh Christ, now what? I finally called my sister, Susan, and explained my dilemma, and she immediately agreed to come pick me up. I was waiting for her on the curb as she pulled up about 40 minutes later. I climbed into the car, throwing my suitcase and briefcase into the back seat, and buckled myself in. I explained what had happened, all over again, it seemed like I couldn't stop talking about it. Susan finally told me to calm down and that she would look at the papers when she got me to her house. We got there; Susan poured me a very strong drink, and started reading the divorce papers. (I suppose I should mention that Susan is a divorce attorney, and a very good one from what I understand.) Susan finally got done with the papers, and told me that Terri was suing for divorce. She wanted child support, spousal support, and full legal and physical custody of James and Leslie. Although adultery was not grounds for divorce in our state, she was claiming that my adulterous behavior was grounds to grant her sole custody of the kids. She also had gotten a restraining order against me, claiming that when I was served with the papers I would physically abuse her, or the kids. "Susan, this is crazy. I've never laid a hand on Terri, or the kids, and I don't have any respect for those who do hit their wives." "It doesn't matter. You have been hit with a restraining order preventing you from contacting Terri or the kids until the hearing on the 15th. You can't go within 100 yards of the house, or Terri's work." I was aghast. What in the hell had ever sent Terri off like this? "Bob, I have to ask this. Have you ever had an extra-martial affair?" "No way. Terri would have gone off like a roman candle, and besides, I love her, and wouldn't want to do anything that would harm our marriage. God knows I have had enough chances with the traveling I used to do, but I never have." The upshot was that I was going to stay with Susan and her husband, until I could find a place of my own. Susan would loan me the money to do the deposit and first and last months rent, and Susan would represent me in the divorce case. The next morning (Saturday), Susan drove me down to the credit union that we banked at and we checked out my accounts. The credit cards had all been cancelled, and our accounts closed. The safe deposit box was still there, but the only thing left in it was a copy of our marriage certificate, with the words "You Bastard" written in red lipstick across it. All our CD's, savings etc., were gone. I literally had no money to my name. On the way back, Susan decided to drive by the house. She didn't say why, and I was just numb with shock. As we approached the house, Susan suddenly said; "Isn't that your car?" I looked, and sure enough it was, parked quite a distance down from the house. Susan laughed; "I'll bet you anything you want that if we measured it, that car is parked exactly 100 yards from the property line of your house." Susan stopped, and we checked out the car. It was mine all right, the backseat and truck piled with my things. It was obvious that whoever had put the clothes and stuff into the car had not bothered with making it neat and tidy. Things were just tossed in, and where there hadn't quite been enough room, they were just smashed down to get other things in. We showed up in court for the hearing, and Terri wouldn't even look at me, let alone talk to me. Her attorney had a copy of our last year's tax return, which he was using for the basis of her request for child support and spousal support. Unfortunately, I had had a very good year, and at the year's end had gotten a very substantial bonus, which of course was included in our tax return. Susan was able to counter this with copies of my pay stubs, but it was an indication of how the whole thing was going to proceed. Terri was given temporary custody of the kids, and I was ordered to pay child support in an amount that was going to put a serious dent in my ability to support myself. The judge refused to order Terri to give me any part of the money she had taken out of our accounts, saying that was something that needed to be taken care of at the actual trial. I was granted visitation, but only every other weekend. After a month or so, Susan called me. "I've finally found out why Terri thinks you were screwing around on her. Come on down to the office and I'll show you." I went down, and Susan had a computer set up with a DVD set up to run. When she ran it, you could see my cousin Dave and Lena in it, sitting on the balcony of a hotel room apparently having breakfast. Lena just had on a nightgown and robe, and Dave had on a robe. At the end of the clip, Dave went over and kissed Lena, then they stood up and disappeared into the room. As I found out later, one of Terri's friends at her work had been on vacation, with her kids and husband. She had let her daughter use her digital camera to go shoot scenes of the hotel. On the Wednesday she had stopped answering my calls, her friend had showed her the pictures of her vacation, and telling her that there was this really sweet sequence of two people who really seemed in love, which her daughter had shot. It apparently hadn't been sweet to Terri. Susan and I tried, numerous times, to get Terri to listen to an explanation. Neither Susan nor I could contact Terri directly, but Susan sent several letters to Terri's attorney trying to set out the scenario. He simply ignored them, telling Susan that this could all be straightened out in court. (I was beginning to hate attorneys.) Visitation, well that could have been better. Actually it could have been a lot better. In the next five months I got to see the kids exactly four times. Terri always had an excuse, her parent's anniversary etc; I told my mother they could come for a weekend and so on. A couple of times I would go over to pick up the and they wouldn't be there, and no indication of where they had gone. Terri finally blew it. Susan had been telling me that things were not looking too wonderful, particularly as the family court services report had completely taken Terri's side. They had ignored what I told them, and reported that I "was in denial" about my affair. Susan finally got a court order for me to pick up the kids a little over a week prior to trial, in part because I really hadn't seen them much, and in part because we were going to have them see a family counselor and psychologist to try to counteract the family court services report. I had even managed to talk to James on his cell phone, telling him that I would be picking them up the following evening, and he seemed pleased that we would have some time together. When I went over to pick the kids up, there was nobody home, just a note on the door that I was not going to poison the kids' minds with my "hired gun." I was sitting in Susan's kitchen that evening and Susan was telling me that in the long run this might actually be a good thing, because this was essentially parental kidnapping, and the courts really didn't like it. Then my cell rang, and it was James asking me why I had changed my mind about picking them up. I explained that I had done no such thing, and that I had no idea where they were. Apparently Terri had told the kids that I had changed my mind, so she took them to a little town down the coast and told them that she was going to make it up to them by taking a week to relax and enjoy themselves. Susan got on the phone, and told James that we would be there as soon as we could. Susan then got busy on her laptop, then took off to see the duty judge, returning a couple of hours later with an order giving me full custody of the children, and ordering any law enforcement officer in the state to help us get the children back. To say Terri was surprised and angry when two deputies showed up at the motel they were staying in, serving her with the order, and escorting the kids out to my car with their bags would be a massive understatement. The screaming obscenities she directed at me gave a good idea of just exactly where her head was. Terri had done an excellent job with the kids, at least from her viewpoint. She had managed to almost completely convince the kids that I was totally to blame for the divorce, and that I really didn't want to have them around. Susan and I worked with them all week, showing them the video, and explaining who the people were. I'm not sure they were totally convinced until the day before the trial when Dave and Lena flew in to testify. We also got out the court orders, and the declarations and notes supporting the court orders. By Sunday night, both of the kids were more than a little pissed at their mother, feeling that they had been lied to. The psychologist interviewed both kids over a two-day period, and her ultimate report was quite favorable to me. Trial started on Monday, and Terri and her attorney put on their case, putting on a family counselor to testify that he had interviewed the kids and that they had indicated that they wanted to live with their mother, and were extremely upset by my playing around on their mother. Before Susan could say anything, the judge interrupted, asking who had told the children that their father was involved in an adulterous relationship. The counselor said that he assumed the mother had, because they were already aware of it when he first interviewed them. The judge seemed to have a bit of a problem with that, but didn't say anything more. Susan simply asked the counselor if his opinion would change if there had been no adultery. He said that it certainly would. There was more testimony, basically putting on the valuation for our house, Terri being called to testify about what money she needed to take care of the kids and so on. The only thing that Susan really challenged her about was whether or not she had told the kids that I was an adulterer, and how she had taken all the money out of our accounts, and closed our credit cards while I was out of town. Then it was our turn. I got on the stand, and testified about how I had been denied visitation, and that I had never cheated on Terri during our entire marriage. The courtroom door opened, and Dave and Lena walked in just as I was finishing up. To make a long story short, Dave and Lena both identified themselves as being the people in the video. Then Susan made an offer of proof, that both James and Leslie would testify that they wanted to live with me, because they thought that their mother had manipulated them, and lied to them. Susan indicated that she wanted to do it this way to avoid having the kids having to testify. We took a short break, and Terri and her attorney talked to the kids who were waiting in the hall. Then Terri came up to me and asked if we could just dismiss the divorce action and try to work things out between us. I looked at her for a minute then simply said no, too many things had been said and done, and I couldn't trust her any more. The judge's ruling was a bit of a surprise even for Susan. I got the kids and the house. Terri was ordered to pay the same amount of child support she had asked for from me. Terri was ordered to pay me half of the money she had taken out of our accounts, less her half of the equity we had in the house, which wasn't much because we had refinanced the house only a year of so earlier. Then to top it off, she ordered Terri to pay my attorney fees, which just about wiped out the reduction of the house equity. The judge also indicated at the end that she thought that Terri had done more to damage the children than I would have if the allegations of adultery had been correct. Terri left in tears, and I went out to talk to the kids. Three months later things were settling in for the three of us. I was making absolutely sure that Terri got her visitation, and the kids were beginning to forgive her a bit, as well as becoming accustomed to just the three of us living together. James had turned 16, and I bought him a car, so he could pick up Leslie from school, and run errands for us. On a Friday, I got a call from James. "Dad, Tiana and her mother have a problem." Tiana was James' girlfriend, and had been for about two months. "What's going on?" "Their condo just burned down, and they really don't have any place to stay. Can they stay with us for awhile?" I inquired a bit more, and finally told James to meet me at the house, and we could see what could be done. I had gotten Tiana's mother's cell phone number and talked to her a bit, indicating that something could well be done, but that we needed to talk about it. Hell Hath To Fury I had met Tiana before; it was one of my rules, that I meet anyone that James was dating. Tiana was a quite pretty young woman, Eurasian it appeared, but very self-possessed. When I met her mother, Ginny, I could see where Tiana had gotten her looks. Ginny was probably a couple of inches or so shorter than I am, Eurasian as her daughter was, but with smaller breasts that Tiana had. It turned out that Ginny and Tiana had lost everything in the fire. Ginny still had her car and her laptop, but other than that they had only the clothes on their backs. I told Ginny that she and Tiana could use the mother apartment over the garage, there wasn't a kitchen, but there was a bedroom and bath, which should serve them. The only problem was that it had never been set up that way and there were no beds. Ginny looked at me, thanked me, and told me that there was one additional problem. "I was laid-off from my job a week ago, and unemployment has not kicked in yet. I've spent a good portion of my savings on buying the condo; I don't think that I am going to be able to find an apartment without having a job. I also can't ask you to house us until I do get a job." I thought about it for a couple of minutes, and then decided. "Tonight you and Tiana are going to have to settle for sleeping bags. Tomorrow we will go down and get a couple of beds. You are welcome to stay with us until you get yourself back on your feet. I would prefer that you spend your money on clothes for you and Tiana. We can deal with the rest of it as it comes along." A couple of days later we had beds for Ginny and Tiana. Ginny was going to use her unemployment and savings to buy clothes for the two of them. The cost of food would be shared, 80%-20%. Other than that, we would just share whatever expenses we ran up against. Monday I came home to a completely clean house, and dinner cooking in the oven. I told Ginny that this was not expected, but she simply laughed and told me that she was going to contribute, even if I didn't want her to. It was interesting, the first time Terri came by to pick up the kids, and Ginny answered the door. Terri went ballistic. Apparently the kids had just not said anything about Ginny. When I came in, Terri started screaming at me that she knew I had been having affairs and now she had proof. I simply told Terri that my life was none of her business and if she didn't like it, too bad. We weren't married any longer, and she had no hold on me at all. Six months later, Ginny and Tiana were still living with us. Ginny and I had fallen into a routine. On Saturdays we would go shopping for food, Ginny having made up menus during the week. When I got home in the evening, Ginny and I would have a drink while dinner was cooking, and the kids were doing their homework. We would just talk about our day; our plans for the following days, Ginny's job prospects, whatever came to mind. Later I looked back and saw that we had really gotten into the married couple routine, without sharing a bedroom. But it was comfortable, and very pleasant. Ginny was an excellent cook, and I helped out. In fact I think that some of our most enjoyable times during that period were spent in the kitchen cooking dinner, with the kids coming in and trying to sneak a quick bite of something. Ginny would wave a wooden spoon around threatening to smack them with it if they didn't cut it out, but everyone knew she was just putting on an act. It really was funny to watch. Tiana would come in and distract her mother, and James and Leslie would snatch enough for a quick snack for all three of them. Although all three of them quickly learned when she was serious. Well, my two learned, Tiana, of course, already knew. She didn't wave a spoon around, she used her "mother voice" and all three simply obeyed. Susan and Ginny had become quite good friends. It wasn't at all uncommon for me to come home, and find Susan and Ginny sitting in the kitchen talking. Although Susan and I had always been rather close, we got even closer during this time. Susan couldn't have children, so James and Leslie had always gotten a lot of her attention, and now Tiana was getting it also. Ginny had finally gotten a job three or four weeks earlier, and was trying to build up a little savings. James and Tiana had gotten a one month stint as junior counselors at a summer camp, which didn't pay much, but let them go to camp for free, and gave them a little pocket money. They were leaving the next day, Saturday, and we had been able to arrange that Leslie could show up a day early with them, and come back in a month on the same day they did. We had Susan and her husband Doug over for a BBQ that night, basically to celebrate Ginny's one-month anniversary at her work, and to give the kids a bit of a send-off to summer camp. Ginny had Tiana and Leslie helping her in the kitchen, getting salad ready and so on. Doug was playing a little catch with James, and I was getting the fire started so I could cook the chicken and ribs. Susan came over to the BBQ, looked me over for a few moments, then said: "Do you like Ginny?" "Of course I do, what is there not to like?" "Not as a friend, but as a woman." I looked at Susan for a few moments, trying to figure out where this was headed, then said: "I have been very careful not to give Ginny any idea that being a bed partner is part of the requirements for living here." Susan rolled her eyes. "Men can be so damn dense sometimes. That woman has done everything but take her clothes off and prance through your bedroom to show her interest in you." "Huh?" "When Ginny leaves for work in the morning, does she wear a bra?" "I guess so, actually I assume so. Why?" "And when you get home in the evening, does she have a bra on?" I thought about it. "No, I don't think she does." "And just how many women come home and take their bra off?" A light was beginning to dawn. "Uh, not many?" "No shit Sherlock. I'm about the same size as Ginny, and I sure as hell don't, and I don't think I know any that do, unless they have something specific in mind. Like trying to attract a man." "I didn't know she had any interest in me." "Do you think for a second that if she didn't she would still be living here? She hasn't even looked for a place to move to, and you know as well as I do that she has said she isn't going to look until Tiana gets back from camp. If there weren't interest on her part she would have moved out as soon as she got a job. Men!" "If you have the slightest interest, you damn well better start showing it, or you are going to lose out on a very nice woman, who would do just about anything for you, and is probably at least half way in love with you." With that Susan stomped away, mumbling something about men having to be led to water, and then told how to drink. I had a lot to think about while I cooked the food, but the rest of the dinner went well. As Susan and Doug left, she leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Remember what I told you, dummy." The next morning, we all got up early so the kids could get started. Ginny and I made breakfast, and the entire time Tiana was giggling and whispering in her mother's ear. Ginny would tell her to stop it, but she didn't use her mother's voice, and Tiana just went on like she hadn't even heard her. Breakfast done, we got everything packed into James' car, and sent them off, with stern warnings to Leslie that she was not to play the little sister, but she was to obey James and Tiana when they told her what she needed to do. We were just finishing up the dishes, most of which went into the dish washer, but the pots, pans and knives were always done by hand. I was washing and Ginny drying. I finished up the last pan, set it on the drain board, and turned around. Ginny was standing there, her head cocked to one side just looking at me. My mind flashed back to Susan's comments the night before, and without even thinking about it, I stepped forward, leaned down and kissed Ginny. Not a lovers kiss, just a quick kiss on the lips. Ginny looked a little surprised, then said: "Let's try that again." She stepped into me, put her arms around my neck, and pulled my head down. Our lips met, hers soft and warm, parting a bit as her tongue darted out, teasing my lips, then teasing my tongue. I don't know quite how it happened, but I had my arms around Ginny, her back to me, and her hands were holding my arms against her. I kissed her neck, a couple of times, and she loosened her grip on my arms, and moved my hands up to her breasts. Firm breasts, with nipples erect, and as Susan had pointed out, no bra. I kissed my way down her neck to the point that her blouse was interfering with me proceeding further, then whispered, "Your place or mine?" "Yours is bigger." Ginny took my hand, and pulled me toward the hallway, unbuttoning her blouse as we went. It didn't take long for Ginny to strip her clothes off. She was on the bed in moments, moving over to give me room before I was able to even get my briefs off. We kissed while our hands roamed over each the other, then I kissed my way down her neck and chest until my mouth found her breast and nipple. I paid particular attention to each breast, swirling my tongue around her nipples, gently nipping at them while my hand drifted lower to find her clit, softly playing with it, then inserting a finger in her vagina, moistening it, before going back to her clit. This went on for a few minutes, with Ginny arching her back, and thrusting her breasts at me as I switched from one to the other. I started to move my mouth further down, leaving her breasts and heading for the juncture of her legs. As I did, Ginny cried out, "Oh God don't stop now," arching her back, and presenting her breasts even more. I returned to her breasts, and in moments she started to come, her legs clamping together and her back arched. "Oh God, take me, take me. Take me now." When I entered her, there was a long, drawn out hiss, and then she wrapped her legs around me, and I could feel her vaginal walls clamping down on my cock. As it had been more than a year since I had had sex, I didn't last long, but Ginny didn't seem to care. I held myself up on my elbows, my slowly softening cock beginning to ease out of her, and kissed her. Eventually I rolled to one side and put my head on her shoulder and periodically I would kiss her breast. We just lay there, reveling in the aftermath, for quite some time, until Ginny finally said she needed to get up to use the bathroom. When she came back, she sat cross-legged on the bed, her private parts completely exposed to me. We talked, mostly about sex for some reason. I expressed my surprise that she had actually gotten off just with my playing with her breasts, and she told me that it didn't happen very often, but when it did, the orgasm was mind-blowing. She just had to be in the proper frame of mind. While we were talking, Ginny started running her hand along my thigh, occasionally reaching up almost far enough to touch my genitals, almost but not quite. After probably 30 minutes, I started to respond a bit, although I was still quite sensitive. That's a problem I have had for as long as I can remember. After sex, my penis is extraordinarily sensitive for quite awhile, and touching it can be a real turn off rather than a turn on. When I was no longer flaccid, but beginning to show signs of coming back to life, Ginny leaned over, and took me in her mouth saying as she did that it was my turn now. Her head bobbed a bit as she fucked me with her mouth, her hand gently stroking me a bit as she did. "I'm getting ready to come!" I warned her. "Come on, don't hold back." I came. Not in the gushes that I had the first time, but certainly more than I had thought possible so soon. Ginny took it all, and as soon as she was sure I was done, she straightened up and threw herself on top of me, kissing me. I could smell my semen on her breath, with just the faintest odd taste, which must have been me. We didn't get to go shopping until fairly late that afternoon, and as soon as we got home, Ginny stripped off her clothes and announced that was all she was wearing for the rest of the weekend. She was right. The only thing either one of us wore the rest of the weekend was an apron while we were cooking. We spent the entire weekend exploring our sexual proclivities. I had never had anal sex, Terri had thought the entire idea was disgusting, and I had been too immature to even think of such a thing before Terri and I got married. Ginny told me that anal sex was not her favorite, but that it was kind of like having chicken instead of beef or pork. Sometimes it was just the ticket. We tried it - Ginny had bought a few things at the store that I hadn't really noticed -- and yes I liked it. The extra tightness and feelings that generated were quite nice, or perhaps I should say wonderful. Ginny was not in the least self-conscious about her body or sex. She simply seemed to feel that was a part of being a woman, and reveled in it. She did show me a side to her that I had never known about. She wrote erotic fiction. She logged on to a site that she used to publish some of her stories and showed them to me. While it was different, it didn't show me anything about her that I didn't think I already had known. When I made some comment about how many of her characters seemed to have shaved their pubic hair, she laughed and asked me if I had ever seen a woman without pubic hair. When I told her I hadn't, she got up went into the bathroom, and fussed around in there for a few minutes, then called came out and asked me if I would like to do the honors. "What honors?" "Well, it is high time that a man your age sees a woman with a shaved pussy. Do you want to assist me, or shall I do it all by myself?" I got up and followed her into the bathroom as she positioned herself on a towel beside the sink full of hot water. She handed me my mustache scissors, and told me to trim all her pussy hair down to just a nub, and announced that I better be careful because she was tender down there. The shaving was the worst part, I was really afraid I would nick her -- hell I nicked myself often enough - but I got through it, and the look when I was done was so different that I was astounded. So was my cock. I was completely turned on by her shaved pussy, and told her so. "Well, let's see what you think of sex with no hair in the way, and none in your teeth. But before we do, let's do you also." Ginny shaved me and let me tell you, it was quite an experience. She did leave the sparse hair on my balls alone, but seeing my cock standing upright while she shaved around it was something that I had never thought of, but was curiously arousing. By Monday morning I was really ready to go back to work, because I didn't think I could stand to have another round of sex. I hadn't had this much sex since Terri and I were on our honeymoon, and I kind of felt like it was going to fall off from overuse. The next couple of weeks were wonderful. We would get home; Ginny always beat me home by about 20 minutes, and would have drinks waiting in the living room, have a drink or two and talk, fix dinner, clean up and go to bed for another round. I had told Ginny that she should just move into the bedroom with me, but while she didn't say anything, she just didn't do it. She spent every night there, but in the morning she went back to her room to get dressed and ready for her day. As the end of the month approached, and the time for the kids to come home got closer, for some reason I got a bit more depressed. I couldn't figure it out. I even talked to Susan about it once. She just looked at me, and told me to think about it, rolling her eyes as she did. It was just a few days before the kids were due to come home, and I was really feeling a bit down. I was always up when I was home with Ginny, but during the days it was a bit hard to stay up as it were. I had just gotten in the car and started driving when it hit me. I was being depressed about Ginny moving out. She had said that she was going to start looking for a place to live when Tiana got home, and I found that was the last thing I wanted her to do. I got off the freeway, and drove to a florist shop that I knew, and got there just as they were closing. I bought two dozen long stemmed roses, which set me back a lot more than I would like to confess to. When I got home, a little later than normal, Ginny was sitting in the living room reading. I brought the box of roses in and presented them to her, after getting on one knee first. "Beauty to perfection." "What has gotten into you? Oh my God, these are beautiful." Ginny went a bit teary eyed, then insisted that she get up and go put them into a vase for the dining room table. I followed her, sitting at the table while she arraigned them to her satisfaction. When she got done, she came over to me, bent down and kissed me. "Thank you for the wonderful flowers. They are so lovely." "Ginny, I need to talk to you for a few minutes." Ginny got a solemn look on her face and sat down in the chair opposite me. I hemmed and hawed for a few moments, then finally got the courage to say: "Ginny, I love you, have loved you, can't imagine living without you. I don't have a ring right now, but I would like, want, need, no love, you to marry me." Ginny froze; the only indication that I had that she had heard me was the fact that her eyes seemed to be tearing up a bit. This went on for what seemed like forever, then Ginny got up and came around the table and sat on my lap. "I would love to marry you, you silly person. But you need to understand that I won't be able to give you any children, when Tiana was born, there were problems that resulted in my not being able to have any more children." "I think that three kids is enough for anyone." We spent the rest of the evening talking. I found out that my concerns about Tiana accepting me were not founded in reality. What Tiana had been teasing her mother about the day the kids left, was that now maybe Ginny could get me into her bed. I didn't think that James and Leslie would have a problem with Ginny, as she had already been acting as a mom for quite some time, and they seemed to like her and their relationship. The next day I got home a bit later than usual due to a meeting that ran over the expected time. When I got there, Ginny was in the process of moving the last of her clothes into the closet in my bedroom. She explained that she was not going to "shack up" with me while her daughter was still living at home, but as long as we were going to get married, she saw no reason to not start living together as man and wife a bit early. I loved it. James called early Saturday morning. When we told him that we had a bit of a surprise for all of them when they got home, we were pestered with questions, but refused to answer them. The kids got home about 4:00pm, and burst into the house wanting to know what the surprise was. Tiana hung back a bit, whispering in her mother's ear just like she had done before they left. I saw Ginny blush just a bit, and this time she used her "mother's voice" to quiet Tiana. All the kids were pleased, or at least said they were, that we were getting married. Leslie liked the idea of a big sister, and James was ecstatic about having Tiana living at home with him, although both Ginny and I had a very serious conversation with the two of them about no sex while they were living with us. A Justice of the Peace married us two or three weeks later. The only fly in the ointment was a phone call I got from Terri a week or so before the wedding, to ask if I was really going to marry that whore. I told her that I wasn't marrying a whore, but a loving, giving woman, who I wanted to spend my life with, a woman who would at least talk to me about her concerns rather than damning me. Then I hung up. Hell Hath To Fury Epilog When James and Tiana finally were ready to go off to college, they decided that they wanted to go to the same school. After many talks with them, we finally agreed that they could share a two-bedroom apartment, as it was much cheaper than living in a dorm, or having two apartments. The kids got several of their friends to help them move what they needed, then invited us up for the following weekend to see the new place. I suppose that we really hadn't had to bother about the two-bedroom apartment. When we got there, the two single beds that we had sent up with them had been moved into one bedroom to make a king size bed, and the second bedroom turned into a study room. The kids were almost defiant as they presented this to us, and I started to say something, but Ginny put her hand on my arm. "If you are sure this is what you want, then fine. But be damn sure this is what you want. You are giving up an awful lot by not being able to date and explore the world of people around you. I, and I hope we, will support you in this if this is really what you want. But just you make damn sure that this is because you truly love each other, and not because you just want to have sex." Four years later we put on a wedding for James and Tiana, and a little less than a year after that Tiana announced that they were going to have a baby. We are truly looking forward to seeing whether it is a boy or a girl. Terri still thinks that I was having affairs on her, but James just blows her off. Leslie tries to have as little contact with her mother as possible, but as she is still under 18 we require her to go through the visitation bit with her mother. I have never been so happy in my life as I have been with Ginny. As I have told her time and again I wish that we had met in our early twenties. She just laughs at me and tells me that we wouldn't have the grandchild on the way that we do if we had.