Despite the fact that we both worked and that she had a kid to take care of, we managed to screw each other two or three times a day nearly every day ...f the week. This was just about as close to heaven as I could get. A woman like this is a rarity, and after a year of dating (and no slowing down in the sex department) I decided to snap her up before someone else did. So despite my reservations about marriage, fidelity, and sleeping with just one woman for the rest of my life,we tied the knot. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge dark eyes looked into mine, and I looked back at her, my whole body as immobile as she was, for the whole time that my father and I stayed with the Bey, or so it seems to me in my memory.Even then I understood that the Bey had made her a token not so much of his power, but of his spiritual sublimity, his elevation above the profanities of common human needs — he could afford, without. “Oh fuck, Ashley, you are going to make me cum.” Ross kept moaning, and warning me that he was closer to orgasm. I didn’t stop… actually I couldn’t stop myself. I was so horny and excited that I just couldn’t take out his cock from my mouth. Wrapping my lips tightly around his cock, I kept stroking his cock till he finally came inside my mouth. “Fuck,” I heard Ross groaning. He pushed my head more onto his cock to fill my throat with his thick cum. I looked at him, and he watched me. My wife was gone...I fell to my knees in horror as the thought of her not being by my side left me numb. Words could not express the emptiness and pain I felt.My parents and Jess's tired to ease my grief, but it was clear I was lost in self-sorrow. I struggled through the funeral and dealt with all the impossible details that came with it.Jess's parents had an insurance policy on her, and they helped with the funeral expenses. They even offered to give me what money was left to help with.