My name is Derek. My wife Sheila and I have been married for four years. She is beautiful. She's about 5'6 with long blond hair which comes to mid-back. Her green eyes are what attracted me as they are so full of energy. She feels that her modest 34B's are too small but for me they are simply perfect. As a caring husband, I do check them for lumps at every opportunity. They are topped with some very lively nipples which love being caressed and nibbled. Her long legs lead to a round, firm bum. She's a very caring person who would help anyone.
If I had to find fault, I'd say she doesn't wear stockings and suspenders often enough and could be more daring when we are out. Not to involve others just to titillate ourselves. Our sex life has slowed down to two or three times a week. We still use the weekends to have fun, roleplays and such like. During the week, it tends to be more basic, cuddle, make out and finally fuck.
Now, I suppose for those from the other side of the pond, I'm from the wrong side of the tracks. I come from a working-class background. My father works on the railways and my mum at the local hospital. They stay in a council house in an estate built in the sixties. The area is okay but does have its moments. I learned early that sometimes you have to fight to defend yourself and for what you want.
I'm no adonis. At 5'10, 175lbs. I'm okay looking. No beer belly. I'll never have women throw their knickers at me. I think (well I'm told) it's my personality and humour which they like more.
Sheila and I met at university. Education was important to my parents. Both had had to leave school at the earliest opportunity to help their families survive. I was the first in our family to go.
I didn't impress her father when we were first introduced and I'm sure he loathes me even more now. I didn't back down to him and his demands over his daughter. He is a multi-millionaire with his own businesses. He, I'm sure reluctantly, offered me a job working for him but I turned him down. Another firm had helped me through university with work experience, summer placements and had offered me a job. I took them up on that. He decried that loyalty.
When I asked him for his daughter's hand in marriage, I thought he would have a heart attack. He made sure I knew that I wasn't worthy of his daughter. It took Sheila and her mum Samantha days to persuade him to give his, very grudging, permission. I suppose I didn't help by saying we could just walk into the Registrar's and do the necessary forms and be married with just our witnesses within five weeks.
The night I was summoned to his house (everything is his, nothing includes his wife or family) I was met by an extremely nervous Sheila and, if possible, an even more nervous mother. I soon learned why. He had had his solicitors draw up a prenuptial agreement which he took great delight in telling me that if I strayed not only would I not get a penny, but I wouldn't even get my dirty laundry.
My reaction almost caused him to have a stroke, "I'll take this away and read it. If it's acceptable, I'll sign it. If there are any areas which need amending, I'll highlight those." What did he expect? I'm an engineer and we look at everything twice.
I read it and didn't like it. I had a friend, Rachel, who is a solicitor, have a look. She didn't like it either. Everything was fairly normal for a prenuptial apart from two facts. One, it only covered one person -- me. Two, it demanded everything I brought into the marriage. Normally what you bring in, you can take (as well as any inheritance). When I told her about the dirty laundry remark, she laughed.
"If you are stupid enough to sign this, she could do that to you. With him being such a bully, she would do as he says."
We sat and worked through an amended one which included Sheila straying, what we each bring we can take away, items such as clothing, jewellery etc were not to be included.
When I presented the revised version, I thought he had worked at the docks, he was so foul mouthed. I was really hoping he would have a stroke!
In his grandest, dictatorial voice, he spewed, "Just sign the fucking thing. You'll get nothing!"
I was calm, relaxed (I had practiced for several days), "If any prenuptial agreement is to be signed, it will cover both of us, not just me." Sheila gasped. She hadn't realised her dad had sought to totally fuck me over.
Eventually over a week later the agreement was done. He would not allow the nuclear, everything, to be removed but it covered both of us. I knew I wouldn't stray. I was confident that Sheila wouldn't either.
I won't bore you about the wedding but he was mightily pissed I insisted on a small one without all his business friends, though I may have called them arseholes, like him, to his face.
As you have probably surmised I have as little as possible to do with the insufferable arsehole.
Sheila and I were happy and had been discussing having a family. She works for her father (which annoys me) and is paid very well. I have developed a lot of skills which are in high demand and have been promoted several times. Every time I get a rise, her dad tops it so she is the "main bread winner." As far as he is concerned, "I'm a loser and always will be."
My boss Malcolm is a great guy with a sense of humour. We get on very well and are the best of friends. He is just a few years older than me. I wouldn't like to be on the wrong side of him though as he has a backbone of steel when required. He doesn't mince his words. The firm is doing very well, very well indeed.
He asked if I wanted a letter with details of a new position and a salary of £50,000 which I could let Sheila inadvertently see. I had it the week before I had to visit Sheila's parents' home for her mum's 50
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birthday celebration. (No, my parents were never invited. If he could have; he wouldn't have invited them to the wedding).
At the party, he announced a promotion for Sheila with a big rise as he sneered at me. I just congratulated Sheila. Malcolm and I had a laugh about it on the Monday. With bonuses I was already earning far more. I paid the bonuses into a company fund which Sheila would not be able to get her hands onto if things did go wrong. Malcolm had helped me with a few patent applications which had attracted interest by many companies in acquiring licences.
About three months ago, a major problem came up between Sheila and me. I blame her fucking father.
Sheila's mum and dad (okay dad mostly) like to be seen in the posh circles. There was to be a benefit evening in support of something or other but they were on a cruise. He instructed Sheila to attend as a representative of his firm. Reluctantly (on both sides) I was to attend. If she went on her own, rumours would start and that could hurt business.
The evening came and I have to say Sheila looked gorgeous. She was wearing a lovely deep green dress which matched her eyes. It revealed a lot more than her normal amount of cleavage and stopped just short of her knees. In fact, I was surprised her breasts didn't fall out. I could detect her suspender bumps. I'm sure my face was a picture; my thoughts were going everywhere. I didn't know whether to be pleased or worried.
Before I could speak, she said softly, with a smile, "I know you're hating this evening already. I'm trying to make it up to you. Wait till we get home!"
