This is the story of an old friend that I became reacquainted with when I saw her at the Emergency Room Intake Desk.

Carrying my two-year old daughter, I walked over and greeted her, "Hi, Susan! It's been quite a while!"

She replied, "Dave! Of all people! Small world, isn't it?"

I responded, "It sure is. How are you doing?" She had picked up some significant weight since the last time I saw her around eight years ago.

She didn't seem that happy; the smile I remembered from Intermediate School to State U. was missing.

She said, "As well as can be expected. Brian and I divorced a couple of years ago. His new bride considered any contact with me or our children to be a personal affront. I get support checks from his attorney. He hasn't seen his children in well over a year. Everyone calls me Sue now. How have you been doing?"

I remembered that when we were undergraduates, her high school friends called her Susan, while her college friends called her Sue.

I explained, "Professionally, great. Not so great personally, the divorce from my second wife, just became final."

She asked, "Doesn't sound like you're doing a lot better than I am. What happened to Annie?"

I continued, "We got married; we had a little girl; she died in an automobile accident."

She responded, "I'm sorry to hear about Annie. Is that her daughter?"

I answered, "No. Brenda is the spawn of my second wife. As far as I know, she is somewhere in South America with her current boyfriend."

She asked, "So you have two daughters, and no mom?"

I told her, "Right! My older daughter is with Consuela, my housekeeper and nanny. She's staying late tonight."

She informed me, "My boyfriend is taking care of my other four; under duress, I might add."

I inquired, "So you had three children with Brian to go with your two from Eddie."

She replied, "Exactly. What are you doing now?"

I said, "Teaching math at State U; how about you?"

She said, "Teaching little ones at a nearby elementary school, and trying to finish my master's at State U."

A nurse called my daughter's name. I said, "That's us. Why don't you give me your number, and we can have coffee on campus one of these days."

We exchanged numbers, but I didn't see her for a while after that.

The school district where Susan and I received our primary and secondary educations had a four-tier system of schools. Grades K-4 were elementary, 5-6 were intermediate, 7-8 were middle school; and 9-12 were high school. Each tier had different student areas. Susan and I went to different elementary schools but were at the same schools afterward. We were very good friends through intermediate and middle school; we even had a few sort of dates in middle school. In high school she caught the eye of Eddie Mason, who was the most popular guy in our class as well as being the starting quarterback on the football team.

She and Eddie got married right after high school. Eddie started college when we did but decided to work for a few years and then go back to college. He knocked Susan up twice in two years. During Susan's second pregnancy, he became enamored with one of the many waitresses he shagged, and decided he was no longer interested in Susan or their children. From what I know, he was not interested in his children nor their court-mandated child support payments.

When Susan got her divorce from Eddie, Annie, my first wife, and I were an item. She started dating Brian, a wealthy fraternity brother, and I lost touch as she became involved with Brian, his family, and many things Greek. She was my best female friend all the way through middle school, but we didn't spend much time together after she got involved with Eddie. When she finally had enough of Eddie's philandering, I was involved with Annie. Although I had always liked her, we never got seriously romantic.

A couple of months after our Emergency Room encounter, I happened to run into her while crossing campus late one afternoon, and we finally had the promised cup of coffee.

She told me that she didn't know what to do. She and Bill, her current live-in boyfriend, weren't getting along. Their current arrangement was that rather than seek gainful employment, he was getting room and board, and other benefits of living with Susan, in exchange for watching her children while she was teaching or taking courses on campus. In addition to the room and board and other benefits, she gave him spending money, which was a source of friction between them. He wanted more, and she didn't see how she could afford it.

Although she had picked up about twenty pounds since our undergraduate days, she was still an attractive woman. I told her she could probably do better than Bill, who sounded like a lazy deadbeat to me, although taking care of five children was not easy. What was keeping her from dumping Bill was the high cost of childcare.

I didn't have a good solution. I suggested she look into co-op childcare, where she could work for the co-op in exchange for childcare. She said that she had and that the problem with that was providing enough work hours for the childcare of her five children. Her current plan was to muddle on through to the end of the semester and then give Bill the boot. She wouldn't be able to take any more courses until she found a better solution for her problems.

We started meeting at the Student Union for coffee every Thursday, so I was kept up to date on her Bill issues. I was occasionally dating or going to clubs, but nothing exciting was happening for me.

Finally, the end of the semester came. Sue and Bill split, and I had my first real live date with her if you don't count going to the movies in middle school.

We went to dinner, then a few drinks and dancing, and then I took her home. I paid her babysitter, including tip, because I knew it was a lot easier for me. I sat on her sofa while she fixed us coffee. Then she joined me on the sofa, and I kissed her. I don't know if it was mutual attraction, or just mutual horniness. It had been several weeks for me, and her Bill had moved out the weekend before. By the time I got to second base with her, she suggested that 'we take this to the bedroom.'

Was it worth waiting fifteen years for, I don't know, but it was very good. We stood by the bed while we undressed each other and kissed and fondled and caressed. I felt a very strong connection to Sue, something I hadn't really expected. It was a little like the first time Annie and I were together. Ramona, my second wife, was very hot, but it was very different with her. Sue was a little pudgy, but I didn't mind. There was passion, and a real woman there, and that was certainly enough for me. I didn't know her body, but I have always been a quick learner. I soon found out that her nipples were very sensitive. She was moaning and groaning almost as soon as I ran my tongue across her tits. I barely touched her clitoris with my fingers, and she was crying out, "Oh, God, I'm cumming."

Then, between kisses, she asked, "What are you doing to me, Dave?"

I inquired in response, "What do you mean?"

She said, "I never in my whole life, came that quick."

I told her, "We aim to please. Don't forget who did that to you!"

I began licking her slowly in a southern direction. I repeated the nipple action, which brought her to lower-level panting. As I slowly progressed lower and lower on her body, she was getting hotter and hotter. Not only was her temperature increasing, but her panting was increasing, along with plenteous moans and groans. This was unexpected but music to my ears. I tantalized by moving from her abdomen to her inner thigh, rather than her clitoris or labia. I licked across the gap between her right thigh and her left thigh, then I approached her labia from below. I tasted the sweet liquor secreted from her slit, and it was good. I attacked her clit with my tongue while giving her a couple of fingers in her love canal. Again, she convulsed in the erotic pleasure of climax. I started seriously sucking her love button, while continuing fucking her with my fingers. It was only a minute or two, until she was again crying out, "Oh, God, it's good! I'm cumming!" After that, I began licking my way up her body. When I began to suck on her boobs while squeezing her buttocks, she reached down and grabbed my erect manhood.

"Oh, God!" she said, "I'm so glad you didn't bring me a wee-wee!" It occasionally comes in handy to pack seven inches and a bit. Probably not enough for a size queen, but more than adequate for most women.

Soon we were doing the two-backed dance of love, and she was crying out each time I stroked her. Her pussy felt great as I slid in and out of her. I didn't know how much longer I could go, but fortunately, her body began shaking in a huge orgasm, and I joined in her ecstasy.

As her spasms abated, her eyes opened and she looked me in the face, and said, "You're staying, aren't you?"

I said, "Let me check."

I called Consuela. I barely said, "Consuela," before she interrupted.

I could see her smiling as she checked, "You want me to stay later. I told my husband that I might be here until morning. Your lady, is she good?"

I replied, as Sue listened in, "She's fantastic, Consuela!"

Her last comment was, "Try to be home by eight in the morning. I need to cook breakfast for my family and then go to church."

I agreed, "Okay, Consuela," and hung up.

Sue said, "Do you really think I'm fantastic?"

I answered, "Nah! Probably not! I think you're better than fantastic. I just didn't want to make Consuela jealous!"

She punched me, and then said, "What do we have here," as she carefully examined my no longer completely flaccid joystick.

She deep throated it a couple of times and examined it again. I was ready to go again. She smiled the old Susan smile, and climbed on top of me, guiding my cock between her labia.

She commented, "Oh, Dave! That feels so good! Oh! Oh! Oh!" followed by even more exclamations of lust and delight. She seemed to hit her rhythm with rapid thrusts forward and back, as she was obviously getting higher and higher. Her verbalizations took on a higher pitch, and then, "I'm cumming!" as her body convulsed in yet another climax. We lay beside each other kissing and caressing each other and then fell asleep. We woke up in the middle of the night and made sure that everything was working okay. It was, and the additional check we made the next morning was also positive. Sue and I shared a hurried cup of coffee and then I had to leave in order to be on time to relieve Consuela.

After I got back from taking Alicia and Brenda to the park, I called Sue to see what she was doing. She told me she was trying to recover from last night. We set up a date for Tuesday night. Consuela was sitting for my children, and I asked her if she would also sit five more. She thought she should get more if there were seven children instead of five and I agreed. We decided on five dollars more an hour. I called Sue and told her my plan. She thought it was great. It was a good thing that my SUV was an eight-seater, so I could take her and her five children over to my place. Her younger children Dan, April, and Jimmy, were excited but the older children weren't so happy, but they were good sports about it. As long as they could take their computers and cell phones along, they were alright.

Sue and I watched a movie and then went by her home for some adult play time. It was still early enough that Consuela was okay. We released Consuela and piled all the children in the SUV with Sue holding her youngest. Consuela told me that they all got along very well. So, Sue and I planned a day at the park Saturday with a sleepover at my place. This park was a great place for a day with children, as it had lots of picnic tables and food stands, as well as the City Zoo, and a children's train, although Sue and I managed to squeeze into one of the seats. By the end of the day, everyone was friends and even Sue's eldest, Gloria, admitted that she had had a good time, although she had been a little reluctant at the start.

With Consuela's help and some weekend sleepovers, Sue and I were managing adult play time three or four times a week. After a few months I proposed and six months later we were married. Sue asked if I wanted to have children with her, and I said, "Yes, probably two but no more than three. We ended up with three and I got a vasectomy so there would be no possibility of future surprises. We had a busy but happy life. It seemed that the children were always at three different schools plus childcare for the youngest. Sue continued to teach, and we had a great life, somewhat child-centric with our assortment of ten children.

This continued until Mark started kindergarten. Sue decided that she wanted to be a principal, and she felt that getting a master's degree would put the top. She continued to teach but was taking graduate education courses until five or six o'clock. This was okay since Consuela was still working in our home and was there when the children came home from their different schools: Our three were all in elementary school while the next two older were still in high school. Brenda, Dan, and April were all in college, while Gloria and Janet had already graduated from college and gotten married, and Gloria recently delivered our first grandchild.

At first, everything at graduate school seemed to be going well, but it seemed like it was getting harder and harder on Sue. She started staying on campus studying later and later. Some of her late evenings were due to graduate student events, but I was seeing less and less of her. She asked me if I could take over the early morning, prepare breakfast and send the still at home children to school, so she could sleep late. Sometimes it would be ten PM before she came home. Even then she was often too tired to play adult games. We still made love on the weekends, but even that was threatened by occasional study groups and project meetings on Saturdays.

At 44, she was looking great. When I met her at the ER, she had been about twenty pounds over her college weight. She had lost about half of that by the time we got married. When we started having children, she was careful to get back to her old college weight after each pregnancy. There was no problem with her physical attractiveness. I had picked up a few pounds, less than ten, so I was still looking pretty good. I would do some isometrics before work. After work, I would often get in a game of tennis before Consuelo needed to go home at seven.

I was getting a little concerned. Not only was Sue spending less time with me, but the quality of the time was declining. I tried to be interested in what she was doing at school, but she seemed a little reticent in talking to me about it. She didn't seem interested in current events. She had never been very interested in my work, and now she seemed to be even less interested.

I hated to do it, but I finally decided to bite the bullet and hire a PI. I justified it as being something to strengthen our bond, since my concerns were making me question if it was as strong as it should be. Unfortunately, the over ten thousand dollars I paid the PI for two weeks of observation bore fruit. The PI was unable to get any direct evidence of infidelity, but he found lots of smoke. It seemed that she was spending ten to fifteen hours a week at one of the professors' house. This fellow had taught her in a couple of courses but in the current semester he had no academic connection to her.

I didn't know what to do. As there was no evidence of her being unfit for motherhood, she would likely have primary custody in case of divorce. I still loved her, and I wanted her back. I asked myself if I confronted her, would she give up her lover? I didn't know the answer to that, but after consulting with a family law attorney, I decided it was worth a try. I would at least be able to keep custody of my younger child, and I thought I had good relationships with the five older children who were now in their majority. Still, I really didn't want to break up the family even if the love of my life was a cheating slut.

I decided to confront her on Saturday morning. I asked her for a serious conversation after she had eaten breakfast. She seemed a little concerned, but not seriously, as in divorce.

I started, "Sue, I know you've been seeing Dr. Waddington."

She clearly wasn't expecting this; however, she did look more worried now, "What are you talking about, Dave?"

I replied, "I'm talking about the ten or fifteen hours a week, you've been spending at Waddington's house."

She responded, "Dave, I'm planning on him being my Thesis Advisor."

I had to say, "Please, Susan, don't treat me like an idiot. If that's how much you respect me, I think we're done!"

She started crying, "I'm so stupid! I'm the idiot! He seduced me when I was vulnerable, but since then, I've been just as guilty as he. I'm so sorry, Dave; you've been the very best husband."

I asked, "Are you going to keep on seeing him?"

She seemed to think a bit before speaking, "I don't know. I was counting on him being my advisor."

I told her, "I don't like being a cuckold. If you're wanting to keep on seeing him, we're going to have to get a divorce!"

She gave me the hardest look I remember her ever giving anyone. After a while, she spoke, a little condescendingly, "Dave, can't we have a civil discussion about this?"

I replied, "Sure, but the only thing worse than being made a cuckold, is to have my wife tell me she wants to continue."

She continued, "What's your beef, Dave. Haven't I been a wife in every way?"

I responded, "I hate to inform you of this, but you've fucked around, lied to me about it, and in general, turned our marriage into a sham. Now you want to keep on doing it. I thought I had married the best woman in the world; now I've found out that my sentiments are not shared. I'm sorry I've disappointed you."

She said, "I really don't know what you're talking about. I think the sex we've had the past few months has been great! Don't you agree?"

I answered, "I think we are talking about two different worlds. In your world, cheating is okay. In mine, it's not. That sounds like a irreconcilable difference to me."

She continued, "I can't believe you're being so narrow-minded. A lot of men like to share their wives. I just think you're being pig-headed!"

I told her, "If you marry Wallington, do you think he would like you fucking around."

Her answer was, "1) I don't want to marry Waddington; 2) I love you and want to stay married to you; 3) All I want long-term from Waddington is my master's degree. Don't you see, he's no threat to our relationship. As soon as I get my master's, he's history."

I explained, "If it's no master's degree or fucking Wellington, I have to choose no master's degree."

She was getting exasperated, "I can't talk to you. I'm going to do what it takes to get my master's!"

I told her, "I'm going to do what it takes to not have a cheating wife!"

Her final retort was, "Suit yourself, Dave!"

I replied, "I will!"

Monday afternoon my newly retained family law attorney explained the facts of life. I would most likely lose custody of my children, half of my assets, and a major part of my future income. The only part of that was not totally abhorrent was losing half of my assets. She told me that it was possible something could be negotiated around her master's degree that would allow joint custody and less onerous separate maintenance and child support, while Sue was finished her master's degree, but after that it was highly likely that bad things would happen.