Night in Shining Armour

When Monica's husband suddenly passed away while at work one day in early October, it first seemed as if her whole world was removed 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. He was a high-ranking Air Force officer at the time of his death.

Monica had come from a very wealthy family lineage with a long list of old family money dating 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 other companies and held some interest in some costly 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. They had been on top of the world just days before. 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 seemed shaken to her core and did not know what to do with the rest of her life. Tom had always cared for and 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 who, without some guidance, had no clue how the universe worked outside her little world. She had never had to work a job; she had never been required to do any work whatsoever, for that matter. She had never had to hire, fire any help, or pay any bills. Tom had done it all and always saw that she was always cared for.

When she first met Tom, she had never really had any sexual experience other than a severe 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 few short weeks before meeting Tom, she had been searching in her parent's room for a pair of scissors. She 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, in a dark corner, inside a small shoe box hidden beneath some much more significant, heavier boxes. She still does not know precisely why, but Monica has always had an extreme 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 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 massage her large breast softly, Monica suddenly reached and began to squeeze her young tits through her shirt and bra lightly and was soon pressing 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, 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 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 her parents arrived 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 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 softly whispered as she stood to leave, "Poor sweet baby, she must be completely exhausted!"

After meeting Tom, he quickly introduced her to a whole new world of sexual intercourse. From then on, moving forward, he had always come to her rescue whenever she needed anything, and he quickly became her knight in shining armor and has 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, 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 mask and standing at the front door and handing out the candy to the children on that particular 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 admit entirely 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 primarily 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, even now, years later, she could proudly say that over all the years they had been together, she had always tried her very best never to 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. Still, she had only actually slept with a handful of other guys without Tom first giving her the a-okay to do so.

Still, 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 often felt 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.

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 it wasn't much to be proud of now, but it was all she had now. 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 minor 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 she had only broken the rule he knew of a few times! Although it was a little tricky 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 until Tom walked in on the two of them that day.

Rosa's mother, Rosemary, had been their long-time employee and was close to Monica's age; she had been their housekeeper 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 apartment. Two years ago, Tom had also hired her daughter, who had just graduated from high school at eighteen.

We didn't need another housekeeper; it was a big enough house, but Rosemary had been handling it just fine. But Tom had always been very fond of both Rosemary and her daughter. With my agreement, he had even offered to pay for Rosa's college tuition at the local university, which Rosemary and Rosa had eagerly accepted.

Rosemary later told Monica that Tom had also paid for Rosa's car. Due to the new arrangements and considering 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. She could pretty much 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. She 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 dress up for her as Monica squatted there before her with her knees on the cold ceramic floor and munched away at her. At the same time, her mother, Rosemary, noisily vacuumed the carpeted floors upstairs!

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 confused and frightened for just a bit as she stood awkwardly, hiking the skirt around her waist. Still, 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. 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, Rosa had returned the favor many times, but just days ago, 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 the only rule he said, and he would not budge on it! Rosemary was understandably upset when she learned what Tom had discovered about the two of them. Still, she didn't mention it to them, not 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. She had known what she was possibly bringing Rosa into when she asked Tom to hire her, so she had 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 since Monica had 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 indeed held none towards Monica herself; the times she 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 then, 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. However, 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 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 drive her to a little motel just down the road, take her by the hand and lead her inside, eat her out, and then drive off and leave her standing there to make her understand. Getting Rosemary to understand precisely when to meet her there was also a challenge. Still, Monica quickly learned 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 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 did the same thing by drawing pictures of tiny clocks with the hands 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, flicked it up and down a bit, and then pointed at the pieces of paper. Rosemary grinned broadly, shook her head, 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. After folding it up in a peculiar little way, she would leave it somewhere she knew only Rosemary would discover.

She soon picked up enough English for them to communicate with one another without having to do all that. Years later, after Rosa was born and began attending school, Rosemary learned to speak, read, and write perfect English 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 mainly because Rosemary refused to tell her or anyone else who the father was.

Until a couple of years ago, when Rosa also went to work for them, Rosemary and Monica had snuck off and occasionally met up at some sleazily little motel for an hour or two. Still, the occasions have become much rarer and rarer over the years.

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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 were still very young ladies in their early twenties. 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 a single word of English. 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 several 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. Still, 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 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 remembered precisely 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 would only be in there a second or two, so there was no point in it. The small space had no windows, so as a result, it was pretty 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. 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 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 quickly remembers being first very confused and then extremely frightened as Monica held her there tightly to the dryer and promptly 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 remembered 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 go away, and then she roughly forced apart Rosemary's ass cheeks with her hands. Even now, after all this time had passed, it still burned crystal clear in Rosemary's mind how, one moment, the tears of pure fright had been rolling down her face. Then how she suddenly sucked in her breath sharply and then squealed softly at the very exact moment, she first felt the warm wet sensation hit her as Monica began to lick away at her pink little asshole gently!

She will never forget how, just as soon as Monica realized she would not fight her anymore, she released the pressure she was applying so that Rosemary was no longer being held there against her will. Rosemary still finds it a bit amusing when she recalls how she had then instantly, without even thinking about it, quickly slipped her hands around to her ass cheeks and then pulled herself wide apart for Monica's easy access to everything she had to offer her!

Just like her and Rosa, they had also gone at it hot and heavy for a few years, with Monica constantly professing her love for her daily until one day, she found some new little love interest to play with for a while. Someone a little younger and a little prettier, perhaps. Rosemary had always understood that Monica only thought she was in love with her, that she didn't honestly love anyone except herself, and that it was just a matter of time before she would move on to someone new, but that only made things much harder because Rosemary indeed was in love with Monica.