When Monica’s husband suddenly passed away while at work one day in early October it first seemed as if her whole world was destroyed, and that life was suddenly crumbling down around her. Life with him had been the only life she had ever known. Tom had been a Military brat growing up as a child and then he had served his entire adult life in the Military as well.
At the time of his death, he was a very high-ranking Air Force officer. Monica herself had come from a very wealthy family lineage with a long list of old family money that dated way back to somewhere in the late eighteen hundreds.
The family business was a large company that was involved in many different high-level financial transactions of one kind or another and also held ownership of many different businesses and held some interest in some very expensive tourist dwellings all around the world, so Tom and Monica had always been considered very well off as far as their finances go.
Monica knew nothing about such matters, she had married Tom just months after turning eighteen and meeting him for the first time. He had always handled all of their money and assets.
Tom had been just about ready to retire from the Service when he suddenly fell over dead from a massive heart attack early that morning shortly after arriving for work.
Just days before, they had been on top of the world it seemed. They had no financial issues to hold them back and they had planned to leave all their worries behind and carelessly tour the world together after his retirement.
Now with Tom’s funeral finally over she suddenly felt so alone and vulnerable without him there to see to her needs and protect her.
Monica was shaken to her very core it seemed and did not have a clue as to what to do with the rest of her life. Tom had always taken care of her, and he had spoiled her to the point that one would sometimes do with a small child.
So, left all alone at fifty-four years old with no children to turn to, and regardless of her vast wealth Monica was just a spoiled little brat that without some kind of guidance had no clue as to how the universe worked outside of her own little world.
She had never had to work a job; she had never been required to do any kind of work of any kind whatsoever for that matter. She had never had to hire or fire any of the help or pay any kind of bills. Tom had done it all and always saw that she was completely cared for at all times.
When she first met Tom, she had never really had any kind of sexual experience other than a serious addiction to self-stimulation which she had just recently discovered by accident.
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One mid-morning just days after Monica’s eighteenth birthday party and just a couple of short weeks before meeting Tom, she had been searching around in her parent’s room for a pair of scissors and had accidentally stumbled across someone’s secret collection of pornographic video tapes.
There were only two of them, and they were both from the same series entitled “Mature Female Masturbation” Parts One and Two.
She found them on the top shelf of her parent’s closet, way back in a dark corner inside a small shoe box that was completely hidden beneath some other much larger heavier boxes.
To this day she still does not know exactly why, but Monica has always had a very strong suspicion that they were not her dad’s videotapes!
She had been so instantly fascinated by her discovery that she immediately put one of the tapes into the player that was there in her parent’s room, and she sat and watched them both all the way through while sitting there on the foot of the bed.
After just a few moments of watching the first older lady strip down nude and then begin to softly massage her large breast, Monica suddenly reached and began to lightly squeeze her young tits through her shirt and bra and was soon squeezing and holding her thighs tightly together as she squirmed and wiggled around on the bed.
After the end of the second video, she suddenly ejected it from the player and snatched them both up and rushed to her room with them just as fast as she could get there.
Feeling all wet and mushy inside, she bolted the door behind her and stripped all her clothes off just before quickly slipping one of the tapes into her player. She softly flung herself down onto the bed and upon watching her new discovery again she quickly brought herself to her very first orgasm by mimicking what the mature older lady on the tape was doing to herself.
Monica missed lunch and dinner that day and did not emerge from her room again until late that evening just before time for her parents to arrive home. She quickly smuggled the porn tapes back to her parent’s room and placed them back just as she had found them.
Her mom tapped at her bedroom door just a bit later only to find her curled up in a tight little ball that seemed to be sleeping soundly. Moments later Monica giggled Ankara escort silently to herself a little as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Her mom had just bent and kissed her lightly on the cheek and then softly whispered as she stood to leave, “Poor sweet baby, she must be completely exhausted!”
After meeting Tom, he quickly introduced her to the whole new world of sexual intercourse and from then on moving forward he had always come to her rescue whenever she needed anything, and he quickly became her Knight in Shining Armour and had always been there for her ever since.
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The long cool fall nights were the worst for her now, it was still early in the season yet, but Halloween would soon be approaching. Tom had dearly loved this time of the year; he had immensely enjoyed decorating the front of the house and yard with all the spooky stuff and he had always just adored putting on some kind of mask and standing at the front door and handing out the candy to the small children on that special night.
Miguel however, our long-time gardener, was not particularly fond of all the decorations as he was the one who had to take them all down and store them away when it was all over.
Now the long cool nights suddenly seemed to take forever to pass.
Although Tom had never really known the full extent of it, and Monica would never really completely admit it to herself, ever since that day so long ago after giving herself her first orgasm and then masturbating all day long to the mature older women on one of her parents’ videotapes, she had always it seemed been somewhat of a nymphomaniac!
While Monica’s nymphomania may have come to her at an earlier age than what’s usual for most, it did seem that for the first few years or so other than sex with Tom it was for the most part largely just about self-masturbation that didn’t seem to be hurting anyone.
It was still an addiction though and it was rooted a good bit deeper than Monica was willing to admit to herself at the time.
Still though even now years later she could proudly say that over all the years they had been together she had always tried her very best to never have sexual intercourse with any other man without first having Tom’s consent.
Oh, there had been many sexual situations that had arisen over the years that Tom knew absolutely nothing about, some with both men and women, but she had only actually slept with just a handful of other guys without Tom first giving her the A-Okay to do so.
Still though, even though she had always tried her very best to be straightforward and honest with Tom, she did seem to slip up an awful lot sometimes and she often felt some slight regret for some of it.
She couldn’t remember it all of course, but she knew for a fact that at least two of the men she had slept with that Tom knew absolutely nothing about had both fucked her up her ass, and that was something Tom had never even tried with her at the time.
She had given lots of blowjobs and done many other things that Tom had never been aware of, but she had at least tried to keep the intercourse without his consent down to a bare minimum.
She knew that it wasn’t much to be proud of right now, but it was all she had for the moment.
It could have been much worse though, Tom had always been understanding of her condition and had often willingly let her engage in sex with others, he wasn’t a jealous man, and a few times he had even encouraged it.
Tom did have one little rule though and that was that she could not fuck the hired help, it was his only rule it seemed and he was for some reason very stern about it.
She was also a little proud of herself in this department as well, as she had only broken the rule a few times that he had actually found out about!
Although it was a little difficult to feel proud about that one at the moment, the last employee he had caught her with was just the day before he passed away.
Rosa was the beautiful little twenty-year-old interracial Latina girl who had been doing the downstairs housekeeping for them for the last two years, that was until Tom walked in on the two of them that day.
Rosa’s mother, Rosemary, had been a long-time employee of theirs and was very close to Monica’s own age, she had been their housekeeper now for many years. She had lived in the guesthouse when Tom first hired her, but after she became pregnant with Rosa, she had gotten her own apartment.
Two years ago, Tom had also hired her daughter who had just graduated from high school at eighteen years old.
We didn’t need another housekeeper, not really, it was a big enough house alright, but Rosemary had been handling it on her own just fine, but Tom had always been very fond of both Rosemary and her daughter, and with my agreement, he had even offered to pay for Rosa’s college tuition at the local university, which both Rosemary and Rosa had eagerly Ankara escort bayan accepted.
Rosemary later told Monica that Tom had also paid for Rosa’s car.
Due to the new arrangements and taking into consideration Rosa’s upcoming college plans Tom had assigned the upstairs to Rosemary and the downstairs to Rosa so that Rosa didn’t have to worry about the bedrooms and could pretty much just do her work whenever she found the time.
On Rosa’s fourth day as their employee, Monica had quietly eaten the little girl out for the first time in the downstairs bathroom while the innocent little teen just stood there trembling all over in complete shock at first.
Monica had suddenly knelt in front of her and had quickly reached up beneath her short little skirt and snatched the sweet little things panties down around her ankles and then told the frightened little girl to hold the skirt up for her as Monica squatted there before her with her knees on the cold ceramic floor, all while her mother Rosemary noisily vacuumed the carpeted floors upstairs!
As she knew they didn’t have much time before the noise of the vacuum would not hide the young girls’ little squeals of delight, she quickly reached up and gently parted her smooth little quim with the thumbs of both hands and then softly attacked her little pink clitoris with her lips and tongue.
The sweet little babe had been both very confused and terribly frightened for just a bit as she stood there awkwardly hiking the skirt up around her waist, but by the time she had the little darling about ready to cum she had released the skirt and had taken a firm grasp of the back of Monica’s head with both of her hands and as the short little skirt hung down over them, she had begun to lightly apply pressure to the back of Monica’s head pulling her into her as she thrust her slick wet crotch forward and ground her hot little snatch into Monica’s face while loudly announcing the fact that she was cumming!
Over the last two years now Rosa had returned the favor many, many times but just days ago now, just the day before he had passed away Tom had walked in on the two of them going at it hot and heavy in the little guest house out by the pool.
Tom had been furious, way much worse than any of the other times before and he had fired the sweet little tart right then and there on the spot, Monica had argued about it a bit, but it was his only rule he said, and he just would not budge on it!
Rosemary was understandably upset when she learned what Tom had discovered about the two of them, but she didn’t mention anything about it to anyone of them, not to Tom, Monica, or Rosa.
She didn’t like it, she didn’t like it one bit, but she was not completely surprised by it either, not at all. She had known what she was possibly bringing Rosa into when she asks Tom to hire her, so actually, she had kind of been suspecting it all along, but she also completely understood that she could not get involved in the matter.
Rosemary had once been where Rosa was, it had been years and years ago now, thirty-one years to be exact since Monica had first cornered her up somewhere in some tight confining little space and had forcefully eaten her out as well!
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Rosemary did not harbor any ill feelings towards her daughter concerning her affair with Monica, and she certainly held none towards Monica herself, the times she herself had spent with her over the years had been some of the very best times of her life and Monica had not only always been very generous to her but had also always been very generous to her daughter as well, she had always been a fantastic part-time lover and Rosemary also considered Monica to be a very dear close friend that she could turn to for anything.
Although Rosemary had spoken no English at the time and Monica could not explain it to her, she was smart enough to know how Tom would probably feel about his wife having an affair with someone, although at the time she didn’t necessarily understand that it was just about her having sex with the hired help, all the same, she was terribly scared of Tom discovering them.
She was smart enough all right, but still with the language barrier it took some doing for Monica to make her understand that they must start meeting somewhere else besides the house for them to have sex together.
In the end, Monica had to literally drive her to a little motel just down the road and take her by the hand and lead her inside, eat her out, and then just drive off and leave her standing there to make her understand.
Getting Rosemary to understand exactly when to meet her there had also been somewhat of a challenge, but Monica quickly figured out how to let her know using simple sign language, and little drawings.
The first time she did it by writing a month, a date, and a day down on a small piece of paper and then showing her those exact words Escort Ankara and numbers on a calendar. She soon figured it out and could quickly locate any day written down on the paper in the calendar.
Next, she had done the same thing by drawing pictures of tiny clocks with the hands all drawn differently at various times and then showed her how to match them with a clock on a wall somewhere.
Finally, she stuck her tongue out at her and flicked it up and down a bit and then pointed at the pieces of paper. Rosemary had grinned broadly shook her head up and down and giggled softly to show she understood.
After the first attempt was a complete success, Monica just started drawing a picture of a little clock and calendar on a small piece of paper and after folding it up in a peculiar little way she would leave it somewhere that she knew only Rosemary would discover it.
Rosemary soon picked up enough English for them to communicate with one another without having to do all that and then years later after Rosa was born and began going to school Rosemary had learned how to speak, read, and write perfect English right along with her daughter.
Monica had been furious at Rosemary when she first became pregnant all those years ago, it wasn’t so much because she was jealous, although she was a little at first, it was mostly because Rosemary refused to tell her or anyone else who the father was.
Up until a couple of years ago when Rosa also went to work for them, Rosemary and Monica had still snuck off and met up occasionally at some sleazily little motel somewhere for an hour or two, but over the years the occasions had been becoming much rarer and rarer.
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The first time Monica took her had also occurred right after she had just started working for them and both she and Monica had still been very young ladies in their early twenties back then. She can still remember the day very vividly.
She and Monica alike had both been sweet young things themselves back then and she had not been in the country very long at all, she had no citizenship and she remembered that at the time she couldn’t even speak not a single word of English yet.
Their elderly housekeeper at the time had recently retired, and Tom had been having a bit of a hard time finding someone suitable to take her place. After a couple of failed attempts at hiring someone through an agency, Tom finally discovered Rosemary through one of their many rich friends that her sister worked for.
She had only been working for them for a little over a week when it first occurred, but she could remember well that even though she did not understand anything of what Monica was trying to say to her, she could tell by watching her eyes, listening carefully to the tone of her voice, and the brief soft touches to her face and arms, that Monica had started flirting with her on day one!
There was no downstairs housekeeper back then, just Rosemary and the gardener Miquel, so when Tom was off to work at the base or off on one of his many out-of-town business trips, she and Monica pretty much had the house to themselves.
She remembered it had been getting late in the day and Tom had been out of town somewhere, Monica had been drinking wine since earlier that evening and Rosemary remembers exactly how she had been bent over a laundry basket in front of the dryer in the utility room removing clothes from it.
It wasn’t quite dark outside yet, so Rosemary had not flipped on the light switch when she entered the room, she was only going to be in there a second or two so there was no point in it. The small room had no windows so as a result, it was quite dusky in there, almost dark even.
Monica had crept up quietly behind her on her hands and knees in the semi-darkness and roughly shoved her forward into the dryer. As Rosemary partially rose from her bent-over stance as Monica pushed her, her arms came to rest on top of the dryer as she bent over the top of it and was firmly held there.
Monica applied even more pressure from behind and roughly held her down over the top of the dryer as she carefully reached with one hand and quickly snatched the basket of clothes out of the way.
Rosemary remembers gasping loudly when she then reached up under her skirt with one hand and quickly pulled her panties down to her knees.
It was all happening very fast, but Rosemary easily remembers being first very confused and then extremely frightened as Monica held her there tightly to the dryer and quickly but carefully began to work her panties down past her knees and then over one ankle and foot until they lay in a tiny little heap there around the other ankle.
The uniform skirts were a little longer back then and she remembers how Monica had reached and flipped hers up so that it rested on her back and was not hanging down in the way.
She knew no English to protest with, but she clearly remembers being nearly scared half to death at this point and she was shaking and trembling all over in confusion and fear.
Monica continued to apply pressure pushing her into the dyer and holding her tightly up against it so that she could not push away and then she roughly forced apart Rosemary’s ass cheeks with her hands.