My Accuser, Suzanne Alcott: A Wife’s Quest for Truth

As I stepped into my office, a sense of unease began to creep over me. The visitor, Suzanne Alcott, stood tall, her eyes fixed intently on mine. Her long brown hair was tied up in a tight bun, and her expensive makeup seemed to gleam in the light.

“I know you ratted out my husband,” she said, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and anger. I smiled warmly, trying to put her at ease.

“I’m sorry? Perhaps if I knew who you are I’d know what I’m accused of.”

“I’m Suzanne Alcott, Simon’s wife,” she replied, her voice steady. I nodded, my expression neutral.

“I’d say I was sorry for your loss under other circumstances, but I’m not. If anyone deserved to die it was your husband.”

Suzanne’s expression softened, and she leaned forward in her chair. “You see, I sent the information to you in the hope you’d expose him. I must say you exceeded even my high expectations. Simon was a serial cheat; he cheated at everything—life as well as business.”

“I am sorry. No woman should have to take that kind of treatment,” I said, my voice filled with empathy.

“I didn’t, did I? I got even by exposing him. You were an excellent agent for my vengeance…even better than I had hoped,” Suzanne said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“What’s going to happen to you financially? Are you going to survive all the lawsuits and fines?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Oh, yes; you see I have my own money—an inheritance from my grandparents. I never relied on Simon for money. Actually, it was the other way around. He was loving and attentive when we were first married then his business took off and work became his life and his wife. I had my share of lovers, maybe more than my share, but I had the decency to keep my mouth closed and my affairs private.”

“You want me to manage your account personally?” I asked, trying to process the enormous sum of money she mentioned.

“Yes, I’ll want you to handle my entire portfolio—more than one hundred million dollars. Thank you for meeting with me about my account. The other thing will remain our secret,” Suzanne said, her eyes glinting with amusement.

“Yes, I’m sure it will,” I replied, trying to keep a straight face.

As I escorted Suzanne out of the office, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. This was going to be a wild ride, and I was ready for it.

Later that day, I received the news that I would indeed be managing Suzanne’s funds, and I would receive an additional $40,000 salary due to the extra work.

Robert’s bombshell came later, when he told me that I would be receiving a bonus of $523,000, less taxes, as the head of the accounting division. I was stunned, and my mind reeled as I tried to process the news.

As I sat in my office, trying to wrap my head around the news, my private line rang. “Tim Healey,” I said, answering the phone.

“Hi, baby…busy?” Jennie’s voice was music to my ears, and I felt a surge of love for her.

“No, but I have some news. I got another raise today and I learned about my bonus, too. We need to celebrate. You up to going out to dinner tonight?” I asked, trying to contain my excitement.

“I don’t know, Tim. I’m feeling a bit odd. The baby’s been kicking all day and my back is killing me,” Jennie replied, her voice filled with concern.

“We’ll do something else then. Maybe just a quiet night in?” I suggested, trying to reassure her.

As I pulled into the driveway, Jennie’s eyes were closed and her swollen belly seemed to take up most of the space on the couch. I gently kissed her lips, then pulled up her blouse to plant another kiss on her abdomen.

“Hi, darling,” I whispered, “why don’t you tell me about your day? You sounded so excited on the phone. Did you get a good raise? I know nothing about bonuses, so…

Sitting next to her, I kissed her cheek. “I don’t know how you can put up with me, I’m such a failure.”

“Ooh, it must have been a good raise,” she turned to kiss me passionately, a prelude to our upcoming sex.

“Ummm, do you think forty thousand is good?” I asked, trying to hold back a smile.

“Really? Forty thousand? That’s wonderful!” Jennie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Yes, and—believe it or not—Jed and Mrs. Alcott have some good news for me,” I said, trying to contain my excitement.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Jennie asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

“I got a huge bonus, five hundred and twenty-three thousand dollars,” I declared, trying to gauge her reaction.

Jennie’s eyes widened in shock, and she let out a loud gasp. I needed a wet washcloth to revive her, and I kissed her cheek and lips as soon as she opened her eyes.

“I’m so glad I married a failure like you, Tim,” Jennie said, smiling at me.

“Me, too; I love you, Jennie…more than I could ever tell you. Would you like me to massage your back or rub your feet?” I asked, trying to be romantic.

“That would be great, but first I need your cock and…since I can’t take it in either of my preferred holes, I need to suck you off. You can do me with your hand,” Jennie said, her voice husky with desire.

We’d done this several times every day for the past week, and I knew exactly what to expect. I stood and removed my suit, shirt, and underwear while Jennie shimmied out of her slacks and panties.

Then I kneeled in front of the couch, and Jennie’s mouth was at just the right height for my cock. But first, I leaned down for a long, searing kiss as my left hand found her milk-swollen breast and my right her tender pussy.

Jennie broke the kiss to take me into her mouth, and I hardened in an instant as I teased her nipples and began my exploration of her moist, hot cunt.

We lost ourselves in each other, Jennie sucking me mightily and me fucking her tight tunnel with my slender finger. I felt I was getting close, so I bent around her belly to take her clit between my teeth.

She came as hard as ever, shaking and trembling on the couch even as she sucked me dry. I covered her mouth with mine as soon as she released my cock, and we kissed for five or more minutes until I broke it to ask, “How about that back rub?”

I moved first to her feet, kissing and sucking each toe, then moving my thumbs around the soles and heels of her feet. I knew she loved this, and her groans showed her appreciation.

I stopped after roughly fifteen minutes, and Jennie rolled over, struggling to lie on her stomach until I pushed some throw pillows under her chest and thighs.

Then I began her massage, using the heels of my hands and my thumbs to make small circles on both sides of her spine. I made my way up to her shoulders and back down again, finishing by gently kissing each of her firm ass cheeks.

“Surely, you don’t expect me to cook after that,” Jennie said, smiling at me.

“No, I don’t. I want you to relax and take it easy. Why don’t I call for a pizza?” I suggested, trying to be helpful.

“I can’t eat pizza. Remember? I’ll have a tossed salad with chicken breast and low-fat Italian dressing. You can have the small pie. Is that okay?” Jennie asked, her voice filled with sweetness.

“It’s fine, darling,” I said, smiling at her. “I’ll go make the call.”

I rose to make the call, remembering at the last instant to pull my pants up my legs and hips and to slip my shirt over my shoulders.

Jennie replaced her clothes not a minute before the delivery, and this became our routine over the next ten days, except for those times when we were invited to her mom’s or my parents’ homes for dinner.

On most of those days, Jennie and Heidi had been driven there mid-afternoon, and we were both only children, so I knew how much our parents were concerned for Jennie’s welfare.

The next morning, I phoned Mrs. Alcott, asking if I had phoned too early. “What time do you start work, Tim?” she asked.

“Our official time is nine, but I’m almost always here by 8:30, Mrs. Alcott,” I replied.

“I’m always up before that, so you can call me anytime you’re at work, and I insist you call me Suzanne,” she said.

After agreeing, I asked about her risk tolerance and her expectations for the portfolio. I was assured I would receive everything by noon, and thanking her, I ended the call.

I handled some routine tasks while waiting for the delivery, which came at 11:45. I set the folders on my table as I opened my sandwich, but what I saw was enough to give me indigestion. To be sure, I asked Jed and Stephan, the VP for stocks, to join me.

They shared my distress, and we met together all afternoon to restructure the Alcott portfolio. I phoned Mrs. Alcott just before five to ask if she could join me tomorrow morning.

“You were right to have concerns about your investments, Suzanne,” I began, as soon as she was seated at my table. “About two-thirds are fine—not great, but okay. The rest is nothing but garbage.”

“For example, you have ten million in Greek industrial stocks. I’m sure you know that their economy is in the toilet. You’ve lost almost five million on them alone,” I continued to describe almost another twenty million we thought was useless.

Stephan and Jed joined us around 9:30 as we mapped out our strategy for her, and she left at noon, Jed and Stephan placed their sell and buy orders that afternoon.

The records showed that Suzanne’s portfolio had earned an average of 1.6 percent over the past three years—absolutely dreadful in today’s market. She earned 7.86 percent her first year with us and did even better in the future.

As I was sure that I’d get a call at work to rush home so I could drive Jennie to the hospital, I was also sure we were having a girl. Whenever the baby was active, kicking and moving around, I’d tell Jennie, “She’s really active today. She’s going to be just like you.”

“Oh, no; it’s going to be a boy and you know it,” Jennie always retorted with a laugh. Things became so heated that we’d made a bet: the winner to get a blowjob from the loser.

Heidi, our little Boston Terrier, had sensed something was up and had been acting strangely all day. She jumped up from the floor and laid her head on Jennie’s leg, and not ten seconds later, we all heard Jennie, “AHHHH!” It was her first contraction.

I wrote the time in my notebook even as Heidi looked up at her mistress. “How did she know?” I asked.

“I have no idea, Jennie, but I’ve read that animals can sometimes tell all kinds of things are going to happen like tornados or earthquakes,” I said, trying to make sense of it.

“Let’s get going; we need to get to the hospital,” my mother-in-law suggested, and I agreed, calling Jennie’s doctor to let him know we were on our way.

Dr. Dan, the obstetrician, phoned me back just as we were leaving, and I was surprised at how thorough the woman was. “Sorry, Mom—we’re off to the hospital,” we were told to say, and I phoned Sharon to ask if we could drop Heidi for the night.

Heidi ran into the house as soon as she saw Joseph and Gretchen, and Sharon wished us well, and five minutes later, we were back on the road.

“I’m glad you insisted on bringing the bag with us, Tim,” Jennie said, smiling at me.

“I had a feeling our beautiful daughter was about to make her first appearance,” I said with a smile, but Jennie just laughed and said, “I think you mean our handsome son.”

Unfortunately, her next contraction hit when her was half-way across the console, and I took her hand in mine and kissed it. We were less than a mile from the hospital.

I stopped at the entrance to Admissions, yelling, “I need help; my wife’s in labor,” and a nurse from the nearby emergency room came with a wheelchair.

“It’s our first,” Jennie calmly explained to the nurse, and then she explained that Dr. Berman was expecting her.

Out in the parking lot, I looked and looked and looked for a spot in the crowded lot, and finally, I pulled onto a grassy area and wrote a note on a legal pad and stuck it under my wiper—PLEASE DON’T TOW. WIFE IN LABOR. CAN’T FIND A REGULAR SPOT. WILL MOVE LATER.

Running frantically back to the hospital, I couldn’t find Jennie, but a nurse stopped me and said, “Third floor; take the elevator over there and relax—it will be hours before your daughter is born.”

I looked at her in amazement, wondering how she knew we’d have a girl, and once on the third floor, I went straight to the nurses’ station and said, “I’m looking for my wife—Jennie Healey. She’s in labor.”

As I approached the bed, Jennie chuckled and shook her head, “Excuse me for laughing, but I’ve heard that about 10,000 times,” she said, checking her clipboard and looking up at me. “Room 312,” she added, and I thanked her, dashing down the hall to find Jennie lying patiently in a bed.

“Has Dr. Dan been in yet?” I asked, out of breath.

“Not yet, but they’ve told me he’s in the hospital,” Jennie replied, smiling sweetly. “Relax, Tim—I’m not his only patient, you know. Why don’t you phone Mom? I’m sure everyone would like to know what’s going on.” I pulled out my phone and called Jennie’s mom, explaining everything that had happened, including how I’d run around like a madman. Our mothers laughed together, and I felt like a fool.

“I feel like a fool running around like a madman,” I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Jennie pulled me close and invited a kiss. “You’re hardly a fool, Tim. You’re just a nervous loving husband, and that’s only one of the reasons why I love you so much,” she whispered, pulling me back down for another kiss. Just as we were about to deepen our kiss, Dr. Dan strode into the room, dressed in those dreaded green scrubs and a tight cap.

He began his examination of Jennie, and ten minutes later, he told us, “I’m glad you’re here. It’s begun, but it will be hours. Tim, you’ll need to get dinner in a few hours. Jennie, you can have water or soda, but no caffeine. Have either ginger ale or Sprite. Okay, I have two other patients to see, and then I’ll check in with you again. I expect your water to break in a few hours. Don’t be disturbed. We’ll get you up and change the entire bed. It happens all the time.”

He shook my hand and kissed Jennie’s cheek, saying, “Gayle would kill me if I let anything happen to you. She already knows. I phoned her as soon as you spoke to me; my wife’s orders. Even doctors have bosses, you know!” He laughed, and we joined in.

I pulled up a chair to the bed, but then I remembered my car. Jennie laughed as I explained, and I kissed her before heading back to the lot. A note was stuck under my windshield wiper: “IT’S OKAY. I’M A FATHER OF FOUR.” Twenty minutes later, I found a parking spot and returned to Jennie’s room, where nothing had changed, but I did run into our parents in the waiting area.

We sat down, and I told them what Dr. Dan had explained. They’d come prepared for a long wait, with iPads and books. Dad even had a pillow for his head. I hugged and kissed them all before returning to Jennie’s side.

The waiting was interminable. I fidgeted for what felt like hours until Jennie told me to get some dinner. I walked down to the cafeteria, regretting the cold, greasy meatloaf instead of the delicious pot roast Jennie’s mom had promised. I ate, barely tasting anything, until I saw my dad walk in. He sat with me, telling me about waiting for me to arrive, but all he did was make me more nervous than I already was.

“I’m going to go get something to eat,” I said, trying to distract myself.

“I think I’ll stay here with Mom,” Jennie replied, smiling at me.

I left to buy a jumbo ginger ale with lots of ice and return to the elevators for another long wait.

When I returned to Jennie’s room, there was a commotion. Nurses and aides were moving in and out, and my heart was in my throat with thoughts of everything bad that could have happened. “I’m okay, Tim. My water just broke. They’re cleaning up the mess and changing my bed just like Dr. Dan said. They’ve already notified him, and he’ll be back soon.”

I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders as I found my way back to my chair. I held Jennie’s hand, kissed her often, and waited for what felt like an eternity.

Dr. Dan came and went several times, telling us it wouldn’t be long now. Finally, he whispered, “Now is when Jennie will need you most. Wipe her face, give her soda, but mostly just encourage her. She’s strong and healthy. She’ll be fine.”

The birth began in earnest thirty minutes later. I wiped Jennie’s face with a damp towel, held her hands, and encouraged her to push through the pain. It seemed to take forever, but an hour later, I was a father. I leaned down to Jennie, whispering, “I have never loved you more than at this moment.” I looked at her, and then I added, “I think you owe me something. We have a beautiful daughter. She looks just like you.”

Jennie laughed, exhausted, but still smiling. “I don’t look like a prune. It’s much too early to tell who she’ll look like. Babies always look funny when they’re born. I just hope she doesn’t have your hair.”

“Me, too,” I replied, smiling. “My hair is totally unruly. Even using Elmer’s Glue on it wouldn’t work.”

I stepped back, allowing Jennie to hold our daughter for the first time. “I think I should get our parents. They’re just down the hall,” I said, trying to contain my excitement.

I kissed Jennie again and our little girl for the first time. Our parents stood as I approached, grinning from ear to ear. “C’mon and see your new granddaughter. She’s just beautiful…just like her mother,” Dad said, beaming.

We walked down the hall and into the room. I stepped aside to phone Sharon and then Gayle, telling her I’d try to come to work on Monday. She told me to forget it, that she’d phone Robert tomorrow and give him the good news.

I returned to our beaming parents. Both of our mothers had already held Jamie, and I awaited the inevitable question.

“Are you two finally going to tell us her name?” Mom asked, smiling.

Jennie looked at me, and we had decided to name our baby after her father. “Jamie…after Jennie’s dad…Jamie Elizabeth Healey,” I said, smiling.

They smiled in agreement, and we left fifteen minutes later. I left fifteen minutes after that, telling Jennie I wanted her to rest, and she wouldn’t as long as I was there.

I drove straight to Sharon’s house, where she greeted me with a big hug, thanking God Jennie and Jamie were both okay. I gathered up Heidi’s bowls and took her home. She looked all over for Jennie, so I tried to explain that she might be home tomorrow, but probably Monday.

After taking a quick shower, I fell into bed, it was the first time I’d slept alone since before Jennie and I had become engaged seven years ago.

I dropped Heidi off with Joseph and Gretchen on Sunday morning, en route to the hospital, spending the entire day with Jennie and Jamie, even when Jennie slept. Then I got up from my chair and walked down to the nursery, looking at my baby daughter, marveling at the miracle of birth.

I left around seven that evening, picking up Heidi again. Once home, she looked again for Jennie. “Tomorrow morning, Heidi; Jennie will be home then.” I grabbed a can of beer and opened a can of tuna. Five minutes later, I sat in front of the TV to eat my sandwich. I had just begun when I remembered to feed Heidi.

Once I was done, I showed Heidi the photos I had taken of Jamie and Jennie. I knew it was silly, but I was just so damned proud.

The next morning, Jennie was brought to the entrance in a wheelchair, with Jamie in her arms. I stopped the car, took Jamie carefully, and placed her into the rear-facing car seat. After strapping her in, I helped Jennie into the front seat, and we drove home slowly and carefully—the most care I’d ever shown driving.

Heidi was so happy to see Jennie; her tail wagged from side to side as fast as I’d ever seen it. Once Jennie was seated, she held Jamie out for Heidi to sniff. Heidi licked Jamie’s hand, then sat in front of Jennie as I took Jamie and placed her into her bassinette.

We moved the bassinette into our bedroom at night. At first, Jamie would sleep only two hours at a time, so we were up all hours of the night. Heidi looked on as I changed the diapers. “Yes, Heidi—babies sometimes stink,” and she took a special interest when Jamie was breast-fed.

After a month, we moved Jamie into her own room. I was hardly surprised to find Heidi sprawled out on the floor in front of the crib. I moved her bed to Jamie’s room while Jennie was feeding her. She slept with Jamie every night, protecting her.

I often placed Jamie onto a blanket on the floor. Then I’d play with her—kissing her hands and feet and cheek while singing. Only a baby or someone totally in love with me would tolerate my voice. I’m completely tone deaf. All music sounds the same to me.

Heidi often came over to Jamie, lying next to her, and often licking her hands or feet. Jamie always laughed when she did.

Once she was able to roll over, she rolled until she ran into Heidi. Heidi never moved away—not even a single inch. When Jamie learned to crawl, she climbed over Heidi, often napping on Heidi’s body. Again, Heidi never budged.

The bond between the two of them became as strong as the bond between Heidi and us.

Jamie was three weeks old when Jennie walked down to the living room on a Saturday afternoon. “I need to go out, Tim. For one thing, I need to get out of the house, and I need to do a little shopping. I just put Jamie into her crib so she should be okay for a few hours. I should be back in about two,” she said, smiling at me.

“I’ll stay here and watch the game,” I replied, smiling back at her.

Jennie kissed me and strode out the door, returning almost three hours later laden with shopping bags. “It’s a surprise,” she said, smiling mischievously.

We continued to satisfy each other orally every day; I knew I had to be careful because of the stitches from the birth. All that ended one Friday almost three months after Jamie’s birth. I walked through the door, anticipating an eager greeting from Heidi and a kiss from Jennie.

Instead, I found a note hanging on the closet door: “Upstairs and hurry.” I prayed that Jennie was okay, and I took the stairs three at a time. My mood changed immediately when I opened the bedroom door.

The room was illuminated by several candles, and Jennie was lying on the bed, her body covered by a long black and almost transparent peignoir over a tiny pair of black panties and nothing else. She held a flute of champagne out for me.

I took it, and we drank as Jennie lost the peignoir and threw my clothes onto the floor. We kissed and groped like a pair of high school kids on their first date until Jennie pushed me back to climb over my hips and lower herself onto my hard stiff pole.

I felt like it was our first time together. It had been so long—more than four months—since we last made love, and I knew we’d missed each other terribly.

Looking up at my beautiful sexy wife, I mouthed the words “I love you,” and Jennie repeated them back to me. Holding her hips, I drove up, lifting her from the bed with every thrust. Jennie’s eyes were the window to her soul, reflecting the rapture she experienced as she ground her clit into me with astonishing force.

As the night wore on, our passion only intensified. We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies language speaking volumes of our desire for each other. “I’m so close,” Jennie whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

“Let go,” I urged, my hands roaming her body, teasing her nipples to aching peaks. She buried her face in my neck, her body shuddering with release.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face, “I didn’t mean to be so loud.” I held her close, my voice rough with emotion.

“You were perfect,” I whispered back, “I loved every moment of it.” We held each other, the tension between us still palpable, as we slowly came back down to earth.

The rest of the weekend was a blur of love and passion, our bodies entwined as one. We made love multiple times, our love for each other stronger than ever.

As the days turned into weeks, we slowly returned to our normal routine, but our love life was never the same. We made love with a newfound passion, a deeper understanding of each other’s needs.

Years flew by, and our family grew. We had another child, a beautiful little girl, and then another, a sweet baby boy. Our love only grew stronger with each passing day.

We taught our children the value of love and family, and they grew up to be kind and compassionate individuals. Jamie and Heidi were inseparable, and Samantha and Scott were the perfect little siblings.

As our children grew older, we faced new challenges. Robert Reinhardt retired, and we were approached to buy the company. I was offered the position of president and CEO, and I accepted.

Our lives changed overnight. We moved to a bigger house, with better schools and a more comfortable lifestyle. But one thing remained constant – our love for each other.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jennie said, as we stood in our new home, looking at the future with hope and excitement.

“I’m proud of us,” I replied, pulling her close. “We’ve come a long way, baby.”

“From nerds to millionaires,” Jennie laughed, her eyes shining with happiness.

“From high school sweethearts to a family of five,” I added, smiling down at her.

“It’s been quite a ride,” Jennie said, snuggling into my side.

“It’s not over yet,” I whispered, holding her close.