If Elena had any problem with Fred when they married, it was that he was a mama’s boy. That didn’t seem so bad when they first married because her in-laws at first seemed to be pretty nice people. But Fred was their only child, and they were dying for a male grandchild, so they continually put a lot of pressure on Fred and Elena to start a family.

Unfortunately, their plans came to a grinding halt when the Elena’s gynecologist told her that a cyst in her uterus was growing, and she had to keep her eye on it, because it would have to be cut out if it grew any further. Then, Fred’s had a stint in the Army which took him to Iraq, and he was took Elena with him, because his communications job let him go home nights. Elena began feeling very uncomfortable in her belly, and the first thing she did when Fred was discharged was to get back to her gynecologist. Her uterine cyst had grown to the size of a small grapefruit, and there was no way to remove it without a hysterectomy. And so, at the age of 24, Elena’s uterus was removed. The doctors did not remove her ovaries, so her sex drive was not diminished, but they did remove the housing that could have allowed her to have babies. Overnight, Fred’s parents gave her the cold shoulder and urged Fred to divorce her. They showed no consideration of Elena’s feelings of loss. They simply didn’t give a damn. They wanted their boy to have children to inherit the family’s assets. Fred fought them for a while but he was so wishy-washy that Elena grew to hate them; she could hardly stand seeing how they pushed Fred around. She divorced him when she was 26.

I met Elena when she was 30. I was 34 and I came with a built-in family. After having three boys, my wife Marge had come down with a crazy case of pneumonia that caught us all by surprise and literally took her life in a day. I was a zombie for the next four years, but the kids saved me. More than any friends, more than my folks, more than my entire family, the spirit that Margie had given them kept them pushing me to get on with my life. So they were more than okay with Elena when I brought her home. They liked her from the second they saw her. She was easygoing. She was sexy. She loved kids and she took to my kids like a duck to water.

She told me that ending it with Fred was the best thing she had done since leaving home. She had always felt she could never live up to his parents’ expectations. It was completely different with me. I liked Elena fine from the day I met her, just the way she was. After she divorced Fred, for a couple of years she felt she was in limbo since she could never have kids, but then she concluded that if she really wanted them she would adopt. And I liked that about her. She would always make do with what she had as opposed to moaning that if she had more she could do more.

Her operation certainly didn’t slow her up sex drive. If anything, she came away from it hornier than ever. It certainly didn’t interfere with her cums. Once I got her going and she came, she kept cumming for minutes, never seeming to wear out. Her pussy would grab my dick once she was cumming, and it wouldn’t let go. It practically forced me to cum, it was so powerful. I could feel waves down her pussy.

And she wore sexy clothes. My boys were crazy about her. She loved rubbing their hair, scratching their backs, hugging them, kissing them, talking to them and listening, and playing ball with them in the backyard. She wasn’t a tomboy. She just had a knack for catching and pitching a ball.