Second Youth

I would like to thank Georgia Alice for the help with naming most of the characters.

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INTRODUCTION

Rich and unemployed - sounds like a pretty unrealistic combination, doesn’t it? I am one of the very few lucky people who run such an ‘unrealistic’ life. I had not won a lottery, but you might say that luck was involved.

I was twenty years old when I married, my husband was thirty and already rich, having inherited a well prospering business. I had never considered myself a gold digger, but it turned out that my husband was not a family kind of person. He wanted something between a trophy wife and a housewife. I was supposed to look pretty and take care of the house, with the assistance of several servants; I was happy to do just that.

Within the first three years I had given my husband three kids - two sons and a daughter, she was the middle one.

I will fast forward the story to the point where I became no longer pretty enough, although my domestic skills have improved significantly. That was about a year ago and we divorced soon after. But to be honest it was not an overly dramatic event. We had never truly loved each other and while work was my husband’s life he was not actually greedy. He left me not only with a luxurious mansion and car, but also with a bank account to live comfortably for the rest of my life. He married a beautiful girl who was less than half his age, her name was Crystal. The funny thing is I get along with her pretty well. John, our oldest son already runs the business with his father, the other two - Maya and Jesse still live with me. They are both of age, but the house is big enough for all of us to have privacy (six bedrooms, each with its own bathroom just to give you the impression).

My name is Eve, I am forty one years old and… well, I guess I just live a happy life. I am 162 centimetres tall, so on the short side, but I am not petite. I have always had full curves and they have not disappeared with age, but I take good care not to become chubby. I eat healthy, exercise daily and have been using the best cosmetics available. Without fake modesty I can say that my body is sexy and my skin is smooth. The surgeon helped me only with one thing (or rather two) - my breasts. They were D-cups to begin with, but have grown over the three pregnancies and, as is the case with breasts and time, they would be sagging by now. I have F-cups currently and while they do have a slight downward tendency, that only makes them look more natural. I can comfortably go topless to a beach and proudly attract male gazes, and some females too. My hair is long, thick and healthy, but I have never been happy with the colour. For most of my life I used to dye them various dark shades, but after the divorce I decided to make a radical change in that aspect; now I am a blonde bombshell. There are some who would apply the term ‘milf’ to my person, but that would not be accurate since my sex life was somewhat lacklustre.