My wife Honey and I are the same age. I'm 5 ft 11", tall, dark and a little creative.
My qualifications are in communications and finance which is an odd mix, but so am I. My jobs are in business with government bodies and Stock Exchange listed companies.
I met Honey through my bank. It did take 3 years to put a face to a phone voice. I'm so glad that happened. Honey now works as an analyst in town.
As for her height, although I've never measured her, when Honey gives me a hug, her head comes up to my chin. When I met her, she had wavy hair that was light coloured and long, but since then it has been shoulder length, in a bob, permed, curly, you name it. She has a decent size chest with a nice handful of twins and a good normal body.
Our initial going out was complicated. We were each previously married to idiots, and those relationships didn't work out. So each of us were separated, selling houses.
It just so happens that my ex-wife had a fling with Honey's ex-husband while he was engaged to Honey. Now that's really complicated. So the 3 of them knew each other, but not me. I got the best end of the bargain, Honey.
Following the end of Honey's marriage, she moved back to her mother's house for a few months and was sleeping on what could be described as a cot in the foyer. The parents were renovating their house and that was the only place that they would give her. A full clothes rack on castor wheels acted as a partition for her. Sometimes she would have to share the bath room with a parent during the busy period. All things a girl needn't have to put up with.
Finally the mother's erratic behaviour got too much for her, and Honey called me on my Nokia phone.
"You won't believe what my mother is like at the moment." was what I heard.
There was some physical contact and more of the pattern of verbal abuse.
It was 9:30pm, so the decision was easy.
"Honey pack 2 sets of work clothes, your coming to live with me now. I'm on my way and will be there in 50 minutes."
Honey was waiting for me on the foot path holding her over night bag as I pulled up to collect her. She jumped in my truck and we took off. No mucking around.
I got the download on the way home as we held hands and felt so sorry for this girl. The father had no way of talking sense into the mother. That doesn't excuse him either. His balls were safely tucked into his wife's purse.
We got to my home and I got her settled. This was it now.
I said to Honey, "Tomorrow call your mother as I'll collect the rest of your things tomorrow night. While you're at it, call your sister and I'll get your stuff from under her house on Sunday. You don't need to be there to face these people, I'll do it myself."
That earned a big hug and we settled for sleep and a much better life.
The next day was a Friday, so Honey settled into my routine to get to and from town for work. The work day was eventually done and we went home together. Some quick food was consumed for dinner and them I jumped in the truck heading to her parents place.
While this was going on, Honey's phone call triggered the mother into action to rifle through Honey's things and take and hide what she wanted. This ended up showing me her true character.
Collecting Honey's things was easy. I backed my truck up the driveway to near the front door. I knocked and it was answered by the mother. The interaction was pleasant enough. As Honey had been sleeping in their foyer entrance on a cot, I didn't have to go into the house much at all. I grabbed her clothes and other items that were there, and put them in the cargo tub of my truck. My truck was in show room condition and spotless. Card board was on the cargo floor to keep everything clean and tidy. I clipped the torneau cover in place to secure everything, then returned to the front door of the house.
I thanked the mother for her help. This was in an effort to be decent and play the long game.
"You know she is trouble. Always has a problem. Expects people to dig her out all the time, and we are just not going to do it. I don't know why you're even involved with her."
I wouldn't and didn't get into it. But thought, where is the father in all of this? If it was me, I wouldn't be letting this happen to my family, as well as rubbishing any daughter of mine.
The other thing that I didn't realise was that although I had only met them a couple of times, this was the start of 30 years of them not liking me and treating Honey like a second class citizen. That extended eventually to our children also. Their bias to the younger daughter was obvious.
I left thinking "What a piece of work!"
After getting home, I relayed the conversation with reassurance that Honey was going to be fine with me. Honey was pretty much devastated at her mother's words.
I took her to bed that night to give her a snap shot of what our married life would be like.
She was given love, sincerity, gentleness, then I ate her pussy to orgasm and fucked her senseless with a ferocity that she had never seen or felt before. Missionary, then her favourite doggy style was the order of the night. The first was my choice and from behind, hers. Apparently this allows the man to go deeper. I never knew, but sounded good to me.
Saturday morning was a gentle wake up for breakfast. After this, Honey put on her bikini and went into the back yard with a towel and cushion. I had 6 foot wooden fences around the whole 1/2 acre block which provided privacy. Today it was going to be needed.
She laid out the towel and put a cushion at the top end of it. Next she took off her top, laid down to sun bake on the towel with her tits hanging out and her head on the cushion.
I smiled to myself thinking "How good is this."
I brought out to her some grapes and then another trip with orange juice. Anything to see a lovely pair of decent tits in the wild. Well, in my back yard actually.
Honey said "I know what you're doing. If you want to see my tits, you only have to ask. Or better still, just grab them. "
I was happy to oblige. I weighed things up in both hands.
I'm sure the neighbour or his teenage son in the high set house at the bottom of my garden got a great eyeful.
Then with a smile she asked, "Can you get some sun screen and put it on me please."
This wasn't a question really. Why would any male refuse to lather up a near naked woman anytime?
So I dutifully obtained the lotion and applied the sun protection to the front of her body. This was a treat.
Honey said "I think you've applied three lots of sun block to my girls. I'm going to need the rest done too please."
This is our first weekend living together, so I didn't know what to expect, but it was off to a good start.
"Do you normally do this?" I asked Honey.
"At Mum's I take the lot off as it is secluded around the pool, but didn't want to scare the neighbours today."
I gave a chuckle, smiled and walked away. At least she was giving a good show.
