The long story short, I got divorced with two boys, eight and ten. My ex goes off with Miss Honey Bunny and leaves us with nothing but child support. I have no choice but to move out of our small house into an apartment complex so that my boys can stay in the same school district where I teach. I am not depressed but pretty close and I hate my life.

My friend from school who also teaches there comes to me and says that at her church there is a widower who's wife died in a car accident and he has a big house and she had spoken to him and he told her that for the same rent I could have the upstairs for me and the boys. I am desperate to get out of the apartment complex and I go with my friend to check out the house and discuss the situation wit the widower. The house is large, five bedrooms, a pool, large master and a mother-in-law plan room and on suite bath, three bedrooms upstairs and two complete baths, one on suite, a game room, a huge house on a great street, large lot, garage, laundry on site, great kitchen, and he says that I can move in for the same rent I am paying and I can either go upstairs with the boys or I can have the mother-in-law suite downstairs.

I move in, the boys love the pool, he has a ground crew do the yard and a pool crew do the pool and he has a maid service twice a month and says he will put them on once a week because I have the boys. After dinner, after the boys get sent upstairs, after the kitchen is cleaned up I am resting on the counter talking to him overseeing the backyard and pool and he gets up and goes to the fridge and then he gets behind me and puts his hand on my back and holds me down and with the other hand rubs my behind and works my shorts down and fucks me right there. The truth is that I did not resist or stop him or do anything other than help him get my shorts and panties down for his dick. He finishes fucking me and says that now the kitchen is mine.

Well things of course don't end there I get fucked in the living room, in the den upstairs when the boys are at school, on his bed, on the bed in the mother-in-law suite, I get dick out by the pool, I am being fucked two or three times a week, I am totally given to him and whatever he wants wherever he wants he fucks me. We are up late one night in the living room reading and he says come over and suck his dick. As I am sucking his dick he says to me that there is nothing better than a fucked woman and to turn around and as I hold onto the coffee table he fucks me and then fucks my ass, it slow and uncomfortable but he fucks me and pats my back when he is done and says now I am properly fucked.

Fall turns into winter and spring comes and he is fucking me two or three times a week and on my 'off' week I am sucking him down, it isn't sex, it isn't making love, it is fucking and every so often he slips out and fucks me in the ass, which I also enjoy. To everyone around, at church, at school, in the neighborhood it is obvious that he has his way with me. Last night he grabs me and presses me down onto the bed and fucks me. It is so good, my ex was a total zero when it came to sex, in and out and gone. This man knows what he wants and does it, no questions, no please ma'am, no are you o.k. with it, no sir he fucks me when he wants to. And I want to. Boomerang sex, lust, call it what you want, I wake up feeling so good, I look forward to my day and to come back to the house, I look forward to getting the boys thru the rest of the day and to bed at night and then I am all his for the taking, any way, any where, any time, I guess it is like the saying in New Orleans, Laissez les bons temps rouler.

I'm alive.