I Did It For Sex Not The Money, It Was The Sex The Money Was Extra

I was young with three children. I was at my breakfast table, my husband worked nights at the plant, my toddler in her high chair, my nine year old daughter planning to do something silly, my six year old son would be a first grader. It was hot outside and I was thinking of taking them to the town splashpad. I got a call from the plant safety officer.

My husband was in the hospital with 85% of his body burned, and internal burns from inhaling the hot smoke. He was in great pain and the doctors gave him zero chance of survival. Induce him into a coma and let him pass as peacefully as he could, or suffer from overwhelming pain and pass in pain.

The company had a life policy for him, they paid for all the funeral expenses, they passed the hat for me. I got away with a my mortgage paid off and some money after all the expenses. I had no job skills, married at 19 I never worked past high school. I got a visit from one of the big shots, and he offered me a deal.

He would pick up the bills if I sucked his dick. Not just that day, as long as I needed him to pick up the bills. Suck his dick and me and my kids would be ok. Take it or leave it, and he was never there. I got on my knees and he paid the bills. My son went to summer camp in Alabama and my daughter to cheerleading camp in Oklahoma. My kids went to the college of their choice and and graduated without student debt. I spent my days cleaning and cooking, soccer mom, took classes to become a bookkeeper.

I had sex, this man had sex, for his pleasure. What I got out of it was free gratis. He never hit me, or insisted on anal. He never demeaned me. But it was sex. Man sex with a woman for man sex pleasure. I sucked his dick out of respect and showed him when he was over that he had the room and I was his support actress. I enjoyed sex, and I enjoyed sucking his dick and letting him know he was numero uno.

I kept the story alive that the company took care of me and no one ever claimed otherwise. How he hid the cost from his wife? rich men can get away with anything. He passed of a coronary at seventy and he had kept a life policy for me, one he bought when he started to take care of me. Enough for a widow to live comfortably, with her house paid off and her children doing well as adults.

At first it was for the money, then it was for the sex, and then it was because that is how I was a woman. I enjoyed being a woman, and seeing that look in his eyes when he was a man. Even as an older man in his sixties, and me a woman in my forties, he got that look and that gave me pleasure. My body, and I enjoyed it. And he enjoyed it. I'm very conscious that my husband's life ended terribly, not by his choice, an industrial accident. The company did their part and he did the rest.