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[This thread is closed for me and KINKYCanada!]
Marriage isn't easy, especially when both husband wife work really hectic jobs. This was the case for both Victor and I; he works at one of America's largest financial firms (the same escapes me. I know he makes a big deal of it, but honestly sometimes I couldn't care less!) and I work as a full-time swimsuit model for Swimsuit Illustrated. Yes, I'm a real model and ever since I got this job about seven months ago, I've had the coolest work experience; I got to travel, made some good money and stay at all sorts of four and sometimes even five star hotels...for free! The only downside was all this attention that I got to myself - I wasn't a fan of that. Despite being a model, I hated how some guys - or rather, most guys - ogled my body. Believe me, I never Googled my name because I knew that I wouldn't be happy about some of my 'fan clubs'. Anyway, the point is that my work took a lot of time off my schedule and the same applied to Victor. We rarely got time off together and sometimes, it put a little bit of a strain of us. Not that we were nearing divorce or anything! In fact, the opposite was the case - I loved Victor and I wanted to make him happy. The only thing that I had to complain about is the sex and well, let's not get into that right now.
What really did bug me sometimes was how hypocritical Victor was sometimes. On one hand, he gets soooo jealous sometimes over what my job entails - getting dressed up in some skimpy outfits. He hates it, giving that already with my body, any outfit looks lewd. I mean, look at me. I'm 5'9" and I have a slim body right? But on top of that, I have massive boobs. Like, I'm not even kidding. You know what's my bra size? 65K, or 30JJ if that's the size that you recognize more (it was always so hard to determine my size. After a certain point, bra manufacturers start to use different measurements, judging from how I had so much trouble finding good bras). On top of that, I have a round bubble butt so really, when you look at me, you'd like that my body was made for sin. Here's a popular photo of mine, in case you want to take a look of what I'm talking about here:
http://i.imgur.com/VfrnHJM.jpg
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A few weeks ago, with my husband showing me that very picture
"Come on honey, please wear that for me! It's so hot!" Victor asked me, desperate for me to wear that white bikini top and jean shorts shorts. I couldn't help but laugh at his request. Sure, we were married, but that oufit felt so wrong. He obviously knew what I was about to say next, seeing how disappointed his face looked.
"Oh my god, no. That's way too much."
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But moving on from that, on the other hand, I'm so sure that Victor wants to show me off to his friends. He keeps asking me if I want to go to some company outings and the like, but I always say no. No offense to him, but his work was so boring. Why would I take time off from my exciting job to meet a whole bunch of boring people? I know, this probably sounds really bitchy and I really hoped that it wasn't the reason why my husband seemed so secretive and distant recently. I'd say that he was cheating but he wouldn't do that. I wouldn't either! Sure, we had busy lives but we loved each other.
...Plus I'm pretty hot! Not to toot my own horn or anything...
Still, this bothered me a bit. That is until this morning, when Victor and I were both home and he wanted to talk. Yep, those dreaded words that no one wanted to hear from their spouse. But to my surprise, it wasn't about anything in relationship. It was about money.
"What do you mean?" I asked, sitting down and listening to him attentively. For a second, Victor's eyes drifted downwards, watching how my breasts, even within something as conservative as this pink blouse, pressed against the wooden table with their weight. He quickly stopped, as I coughed to get his attention, adding "I thought we were good with money!"
"Oh, we are honey! We are!" he answered apologetically "It's just that...well, I am. You're not so great with money..." He nearly panicked when he saw me start to get a little worked up - up until I realized that he was right. He was the brains when it came to our income. "And well...what if sometimes happens to me? I really think that you should take some finance training. It could be useful...for the both of us!"
"I guess..." I replied with a sigh "But why can't you teach me?"
"I just think it's better for a third party to handle this. Trust me, babe, I do this for a living. I love you and I just can't stand the thought of someone ripping you off..."
"I love you too." I answered back with a smile. Well, at least I know that he wasn't up to something bad these past few days. "Well, okay...where am I supposed to meet him again? The office?"
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