The Good Life Isn’t Just About Money

The Good Life isn't just about Money

It had been three years since we had tied the knot and become Mr. and Mrs. Dave and Molly Jacobs, and if you asked either of us about our relationship, we would tell you a bit of a different story on the status of our marriage. Molly would say the sex was fantastic, the friendship and love between us was very strong and she couldn't imagine being married to a better person. However, the biggest problem to her was the lack of money and unfortunately, she couldn't see a path to where we would ever be able to have the things that she really wanted in life.

You see, Molly had grown up poor. So poor that her family couldn't even afford an occasional nice dinner out. So poor that all of her clothes were either made by her mother, or purchased second hand at the thrift shop. So poor that she couldn't afford a bicycle when she was young, or couldn't afford to go to the movies, join any after school clubs, go out with friends on the weekend; in short, she was constantly frustrated at the lack of any money to spend on herself and she was jealous of her friends at school that always seemed to get whatever they wanted. Molly swore that one day she would have all the nice things in life and never want for anything.

In her final year in high school, she met me, good old steady Dave. I did have money, or at least my parents did. We lived in a nice neighborhood, had nice cars and I was always dressed casual but in high quality clothes. But from everything that Molly could tell, and from my attitude, she could see that I just didn't seem to care about money

I assured her that I didn't notice that she wore second hand clothes. I swore to her that I saw her as the most beautiful and elegant girl in school. In hindsight, I can now see that she wasn't sure that I would end up being the guy who could take her out of her poverty, but after a while it didn't seem to matter as she loved my personality, loved how handsome and strong she thought I was, and loved what I did to her beneath the sheets.

She couldn't believe how perfect my cock felt in her pussy and how she always seemed to have multiple orgasms when we made love. I also loved to go down on her and I could eat her pussy for hours, giving her a multitude of pleasing orgasms. I just couldn't get enough of the taste of her sweet pussy. So, despite her concerns about whether we could obtain riches and ever live the upper-class life she desired; she fell in love with me and she accepted my marriage proposal that I delivered on bended knee the day we both finished our AA degrees at the community college in town.

Molly ended up getting a certificate in paralegal work, which she figured would give her an adequate and steady income, and although not getting her rich, she could at least buy reasonable clothes, go out to clubs and bars, and have the occasional night out at a good restaurant.

I decided I would become a physical therapist, learning massage and occupational therapy exercises to help treat people with muscle pain or being rehabilitated from surgery or injury. It would never make me rich, but I loved the interaction with the people and I liked the work and the way it made me feel; helping people out of pain and misery. I also didn't want a job sitting at a desk all day long; what could be more boring.

I realized that this wouldn't make us rich, and I knew that Molly had a lot of frustration about not being able to live the upper-class suburban life; but I really enjoyed our current life; loved our sex life and the fact that we had so much fun hanging around together, no matter what we were doing.

I also knew something that Molly didn't. My Grandparents had been very rich, and when they died, they left my parents a sum of $15 Million dollars, and that sum was in a trust that they could draw upon until they passed away, at which time the trust would go to me. My father has passed away of a heart attack two years ago and my mother had not fared well since his death. The last few years had been rough, but she still loved and missed him when he was gone.

My Mother was not at all interested in the trust fund and in fact both she and I saw the money as being somewhat poisonous to life. My parents had such a strong bond and loving life together, and then my Grandparents died and my Dad got the money. It totally changed him, and not for the better. He quit work, started to drink and party; bought fast cars and spent vast sums of money gambling and doing party drugs like cocaine and ecstasy. I'm guessing an escort or two might have also happened, but I never knew that for sure and never asked my Mom about that.

His new lifestyle started to destroy their marriage and also his body. Within two years he had drank and partied himself to a horrible health, with the final death blow being a massive heart attack at a casino in Vegas. Both my mom and I had seen the money destroy his life and neither one of us really wanted much to do with the life of luxury and temptation; we just wanted to keep our lives the way they were when we were a happy family, before Dad fell to the temptations that unlimited money can bring.

After his death, I made it a point to see Mom at least every other week, and tried to get her interested in outside activities, travel, charity work; basically, anything to get her out of her depression about Dads passing. But she told me to leave it alone; her life was now about friends, church, and me, and she reminded me that the money did nothing but ruin my Father.

I had not told Molly about the trust knowing that she was overly motivated about money and possessions and I didn't want her to start buying things on credit, or start wishing for the demise of my mother, or have her spending all of her time thinking and hoping about a rich future and ignoring what we now had in our ever day loving life.

Besides, it was hopefully years off in the future that my mother would pass and no reason to get Molly's hopes up about having a lot of money and seeing her potential greed kick in and alter either our relationship or get her even more frustrated with our current lifestyle.

I could see my mother was lonely, and depressed, and I finally figured out why when she told me she had been diagnosed with breast cancer and her future was not assured. But she really downplayed the potential severity of it and I was kind of oblivious to that possibility. She didn't tell me that she might not have long to live as she didn't want me to cater to her and her needs when I was just establishing my own life with, in her words, "my pretty young wife".

Besides, Mom thought, the Doctors really couldn't predict or tell her much of anything and she thought she would probably go on for years. The Doctors thought they had caught the cancer with the lumpectomy and radiation and hadn't indicated to her that any demise was in her near future, although one Doctor did say that a few of her lymph nodes were found to be cancerous and therefore she needed to be highly attentive to any changes in health or any lumps or bumps that she noticed.

As Molly and I approached our 5^th year of marriage, I was totally content and happy with our lives, and although Molly loved me dearly and was content on a day-to-day basis, and the sex was fantastic as we made love four or five times a week; I knew she also longed for a day sooner than later when she could feel rich and not have to worry about money or working, and have some of the things that she had always coveted after when she was younger.

Molly kept trying to improve her status at work in an attempt to get promoted and improve her salary and benefits. She worked for a well-respected and highly sought-after law firm, specializing in family law and divorce as well as real-estate and taxes. The principal owner of the firm, Jay Sutter, was a 51-year-old balding and somewhat paunchy man who had started the law firm 25 years ago and built it into the firm with the largest billings in the region. He had worked himself hard over the years, and had neglected his personal life, never having married and having no kids or offspring to consume his time.

Sutter's personal assistant was retiring, so he had posted the job internally for the various paralegals in the firm to have the first chance at this promotion before he sought candidates from the outside. Molly was his third and last interview for the position and she had told me how excited she was about the possibility. "Dave, it would be a 20% increase right off the bat and a chance at a 10% bonus at the end of the year. I know it will be more hours, and even some weekend work, but I really can't pass up the opportunity for promotion. Is it okay with you that I pursue this?"

"Sure Molly, you are free to do whatever works for your career. Nothing is forever, and if it doesn't work out you can always find something else, but if you stick it out for a year or two it will look great on your resume and be a stepping stone for bigger things."

The day of the interview Molly dressed in business attire, but left a strong hint of the incredible body and sex appeal that lurked just under the surface of her business outfit. She wore seamed FFM stockings, and sexy high heels and continued to cross and uncross her legs throughout the interview. She had left the top two buttons of her blouse open, so that if she bent forward to emphasis a point or share a laugh her ample cleavage would peek out of the blouse, hinting at the incredible breasts just under the surface of the silk blouse. In fact, her nipples could be seen just slightly, poking at the material through the fabric.

This was not lost on Jay Sutter. Although he wanted to make sure that he had a qualified candidate, he thought he deserved to reward his hard work with some young and beautiful assistant who would be spending a lot of time with him. Molly had the qualifications, but more than that, when she left the interview and he watched her perfect ass sashay away and out the door, he felt himself getting aroused and slightly hard. It was at that moment that he decided she was the one.

Molly came home extremely excited as she was told just before leaving the office that she was getting the job. She had been called into Mr. Sutter's office and he told her, "Molly, you did a fine job of interviewing and your work record here has been excellent. I would like to offer you the job, but be aware that there will be many late nights and some weekends that you will be working very closely with me. Do you think that your personal life will allow that without exception?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Sutter. I don't have any kids and my husband often has to work at night too, fitting in clients after work for massage and physical therapy. This will work very well for me and I am so grateful, Mr. Sutter. I won't let you down."

"Well excellent. But Molly, call me Jay. We will be working closely together and I prefer a casual and open relationship with my assistant. Feel free to talk to me about anything and everything and I'll do the same."

When Molly walked in the door at home, she yelled for me, told me about getting the job, and in a husky voice, asked me to sit on the couch. She looked at me with incredible excitement and joy about getting the job and she told me she wanted me to celebrate with her. To that end, she stood in front of me and slowly started to spin and dance a bit as she took off her clothes. She removed her skirt, blouse, bra and panties, and stood in front of me with only her stockings and high heels on. She started to slowly caress her large pink nipples, sucking on her fingers and then rubbing them over her nipples until they became hard and stuck out like little erasers, waiting to be licked and sucked.

She then sucked on two fingers on her right hand and moved them down to her pussy, and slowly started to rub her fingers up and down her pussy lips, stopping at the top of her pussy to slowly massage her clit, while she said to me, "You are going to eat my pussy until I cum in your face and then you are going to fuck me until I come again. Pull down your pants and stroke your cock for me Dave!"

I was spellbound and loved it when Molly got into these hyper-aroused moods so I wasn't about to argue. I pulled out my cock and started to slowly stroke it. Within seconds, based on watching Molly, my cock was standing straight up and ready for action. Molly walked over to the couch and grabbed my head and pulled it into her crotch and said, "Start licking me Dave. Put your tongue in my pussy. Oh yea, that's it. Push it in deep babe. Fuck my pussy with that tongue sweetie. Suck on my clit, oh yes, just like that! Oh Davey, don't stop!"

She ground her pussy into my face and I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her crotch tightly into my face. I used my tongue, my nose, and then my right hand to suck, lick, kiss and massage her pussy and clit until I could feel her approaching her orgasm. Her pussy was drenched, she was panting, and she was rubbing her pussy up and down my face when she started to scream and squirted her love juices into my mouth. "Oh Davey, yes, I'm cumming. Oh baby, suck it all up babe! Do you like the way your hot wife tastes? Drink it down baby, it's all for you!"

I couldn't wait any longer and I pulled her down on the couch, flipped her over onto her knees, got behind her, and in one quick thrust stuck my penis all the way into her sopping pussy, feeling it bottom out as my balls slapped into her ass. I slowly stroked in, all the way out, and all the way in; gradually picking up speed and the force of my thrusts as Molly pushed back to meet me, trying to take every inch as deep as she could. She quickly came once, but I wasn't there yet so I just kept pumping, and finally, when Molly was ready to cum again, she yelled at me, "Davey baby, cum for me. I'm going to cum, please give me your beautiful cum deep into my pussy baby. Oh yes, that's it, oh, ummmuummu!" She screamed as she exploded into her orgasm and this pushed me over the edge and I came hard and deep into her.

When we were finished cumming, she laid face down on the couch and I laid on top of her, leaving my cock inside her pussy and enjoying the feel of the wet, warm, squishy folds of her pussy until finally my cock deflated. When I pulled it out, I just kissed her on the neck, the back, and all the way down to her ass before I got up and moved over to the sitting chair and leaned back enjoying the feeling of bliss that always came over me after having wild sex with Molly.

Molly flipped over onto her back, still laying on the couch and said, "Davey, that was incredible. I've never come so hard in my life! Oh babe, I love making love to you and having you come deep into my pussy, or my mouth. When it comes to sex, you totally get me and I could never imagine anyone who could make me as hot and turned on as you!"

"Now go and grab some wet washcloths before I get up so I don't spill your mess on the couch and rug?" She laughed as I got up and padded away to the kitchen and grabbed a wet kitchen towel and came back and kneeled down and lovingly washed her pussy of all of our intermixed cum, and when I was finished, I bent down and gave her beautiful pussy several kisses and said, "Good Golly miss Molly's pussy, you sure know how to fuck!" I sang it like the Little Richard tune and she laughed and slapped at my shoulder and said, "Okay stud, go wash yourself up and let's make some dinner."

As the weeks went by and Molly got immersed in her job, she would tell me how incredibly smart and observant her boss, Jay was. She told me how he dressed in the fanciest Brooks Brother's suits, how he wore one of three different Rolex watches every day, and how his shoes cost more than ten of her outfits combined. She said he was funny, articulate, and treated her like she was the smartest and most capable personal assistant he had ever had.

None of this bothered me, as I was confident in our marriage and had trust in my wife. Besides, she told me he was a balding, fat 51-year-old, so it didn't seem like much of a competition. At least none of it bothered me at first, but after a month of this, she soon didn't talk about Jay anymore, and she didn't talk about work. When I would bring up any conversation about how her day was, she would avert any eye contact, just nod and say work was fine and then quickly change the subject.

Molly started to work later each evening and soon she wasn't getting home until 8pm on three or four days a week. I decided to ask her what the deal was and why she would come home, jump in the shower, and then just about beg me to go down on her and fuck her before we would have any dinner or sit down to talk. One night was particularly aggressive as she had practically ripped my clothes off of me; insisted that she sit on my face and ground her pussy into my face until she came twice as if she was possessed.

When she climbed off of me and we recovered I looked at her and blurt it out. "Molly, what's going on with you? You come home late, grab a shower at night, even though you had one in the morning, and then practically tear me apart with our lovemaking. You never want to talk about work, but yet you are working late most nights and can't seem to tell me what you are doing that takes so much time! If I didn't know how much you loved me, I would think maybe you are having an affair?"

"Davey, don't even say that. You know how much I love you and I just can't get enough of you. When I come home, I am so horny for your incredible lovemaking that I can hardly wait to have you get me off. My sex drive seems to have increased a lot, and I make sure to take a shower so that the sweat and the grime of the workday gets washed off so you can lick, taste, and kiss me all over, everywhere, as only you can do!

"Really there isn't much to tell you about work; I just end up taking dictation and typing up documents and memos and do the billing for my boss. He has so many meetings during the day that he can finally sit down and crank out the work from five o'clock on; after most of the other employees have left him alone. Remember when I got the job, he told me and I told you that there would be a lot of late nights and now we both understand just what he meant."

She kind of looked away and couldn't seem to make eye contact with me as she told me all of this, and for the first time I thought that things weren't right. But I figured that was as far as this conversation was going, so I just dropped it and determined that I would be more attentive than usual to what was going on.

I was usually the first one up and out the door in the morning, given that many of my clients wanted their massage or PT sessions before going into work, so most mornings I would get up before Molly, shower, and be out the door. That was the usual routine, but today I didn't have anything pressing, so I was drinking coffee and reading the paper when I heard a phone go off upstairs.

It wasn't Molly's normal ringtone, and it certainly wasn't mine. I quietly moved to the bottom of the stairs and listened to her conversation as she picked up the phone and said, "Oh hi Jay, how is my wonderful boss doing today?" I couldn't hear the other part of the conversation, but I heard her laugh at whatever her boss said. I then heard her say, "Yes, Jay. I miss you too and can hardly wait to see what surprise you are talking about that you have for me when I get in. Now sweetie, let me jump in the shower and get ready for work and I'll see you soon!"

Did I hear her say sweetie? What the fuck? Who calls their boss sweetie? And what surprise could her boss have for her. And what the hell was that ringtone I heard. When I heard the shower go on, I walked upstairs and saw that her purse was sitting on the bed and looking inside I saw a brand new I-phone, the latest model. These things go for almost $1,100 and she certainly didn't buy that herself. Besides which, it definitely wasn't being covered on our Verizon contract, or I would see the charges for it.