makofin
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I thought I was a nice guy, the kind that makes good marriage materail. In my mid thirties and in my prime, I was fortunate to marry the girl of my dreams. Let me describe myself first so you all know who you are dealing with, although I won't try to bore you to death with details, I am successful, employed at a large law firm and about to make junior partner within a couple of years { I hope } and just purchased a nice three bedroom house in the suburbs for my beautiful wife to start our family. Isabelle deserves everything life has to offer and we are off to a terrific start. Actually I couldn't possibly wish for anything more in life, being married to a total blonde goddess. Isabelle exceeds my expectations with a body to die, the sweet face of an angel, legs a mile long under a round perfect derrierre, topped off by the longest silky blonde tresses. Pretty awesome for a normal guy like me! To be honest Isabelle is out of my league, she is specail with looks like a lingerie model. One could ask what the hell is she doing with him?
Anyway we are happy or content might be a better word. We drive brand new cars and can afford almost anything our hearts desire. Money is not an issue thankfully. Not that we are filthy rich but we are very comfortable and have the hopes and dreams of a good future. So what could go wrong you ask? Well, nothing at first or at least at the time I didn't think so. I mean I did work long hours at the office, even went out of town for a week or more on business occasionally. I must admit more often than I liked but we understood that this would lead to better things in the future. Eventually. Isabelle was very supportive at first, deciding to work from home, whenever she felt the urge for extra income, or was bored. As a young wife she did spend a lot of time alone, especially during the week. Thank God for the gated in ground pool at our complex where Isabelle spent alot of time with her new married female friends, enjoying the sun and fair weather. Now would be a good time to tell you just how good she looked in a bikini. Isabelle literally gave me a hard on when I gazed at her. No joke. Before long all the ladies ditched there one piece bathing suits and were wearing bikinis, showing off some tanned skin, but my wife was drop dead gorgeous and no other woman could even begin to compare.
Thats what happens when you are fortunate enough to marry an ex lingerie model.
Truthfully it is about more than just good looks, I guess. Her pleasing personality and undying support of my career was important also. Isabelle was and is my life partner. We dated and shared romantic dinners whenever possible and shared everything together. We joined the same gym, although I didn't go as much as she did of course. I was too busy naturally and Isabelle made some new friends, one woman in particular who was single, named Sarah. I didn't say anything to my wife but I felt uncomfortable when she was around, like Sarah was a bad influence. She was a natural born flirt and flirted with every guy in existence, except me. I don't think Sarah really cared for me really and once remarked to Isabelle that I was old fashioned. Yes I was thirty three and a few years older than my wife but i was not a prude or frowned down upon her. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, I ignored her the best that I could. But I have to admit that Sarah was a big influence on my wife to start to volunteer downtown at the new state of the art homeless shelter. As far as I was concerned that is the place Isabelle met some shady characters.
Anyway we are happy or content might be a better word. We drive brand new cars and can afford almost anything our hearts desire. Money is not an issue thankfully. Not that we are filthy rich but we are very comfortable and have the hopes and dreams of a good future. So what could go wrong you ask? Well, nothing at first or at least at the time I didn't think so. I mean I did work long hours at the office, even went out of town for a week or more on business occasionally. I must admit more often than I liked but we understood that this would lead to better things in the future. Eventually. Isabelle was very supportive at first, deciding to work from home, whenever she felt the urge for extra income, or was bored. As a young wife she did spend a lot of time alone, especially during the week. Thank God for the gated in ground pool at our complex where Isabelle spent alot of time with her new married female friends, enjoying the sun and fair weather. Now would be a good time to tell you just how good she looked in a bikini. Isabelle literally gave me a hard on when I gazed at her. No joke. Before long all the ladies ditched there one piece bathing suits and were wearing bikinis, showing off some tanned skin, but my wife was drop dead gorgeous and no other woman could even begin to compare.
Thats what happens when you are fortunate enough to marry an ex lingerie model.
Truthfully it is about more than just good looks, I guess. Her pleasing personality and undying support of my career was important also. Isabelle was and is my life partner. We dated and shared romantic dinners whenever possible and shared everything together. We joined the same gym, although I didn't go as much as she did of course. I was too busy naturally and Isabelle made some new friends, one woman in particular who was single, named Sarah. I didn't say anything to my wife but I felt uncomfortable when she was around, like Sarah was a bad influence. She was a natural born flirt and flirted with every guy in existence, except me. I don't think Sarah really cared for me really and once remarked to Isabelle that I was old fashioned. Yes I was thirty three and a few years older than my wife but i was not a prude or frowned down upon her. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, I ignored her the best that I could. But I have to admit that Sarah was a big influence on my wife to start to volunteer downtown at the new state of the art homeless shelter. As far as I was concerned that is the place Isabelle met some shady characters.
