I Never Expected To Be The Old Man's Wife
I turned, he grabbed my arm. He asked me again if I was on my period. I said no again, he wanted to know what gives. I bit my tongue and said I wasn't shaved right for the bikini. OK he said, I could stay inside with the old guys and sit with him.
The next day a lady called me at work, she said the old guy had asked for a favor. To come to her shop and she would take care of my problem. I got the full treatment, she gave me some ointments and come back a week later. After a week she showed me how to take care of myself, if not to come see her.
I got a package in the office, with a card. A new bikini, and an invitation to come to his house for swim. I went on Saturday like he asked, you don't say no. Not without a good reason. It was just the two of us, we swam and listened to music. He had his housekeeper fix a lunch out at the pool. I got permission to leave, and I went home with a pair of earrings.
It took me a few weeks before I realized that what I was being told was true. He considered me his girlfriend. No one asked me out, I had dinner and lunch dates with him. I got little g*fts of j*welry, and a new credit card so I could dress good. A lady came by to check on me, another lady took care of my hair and nails, another lady helped me shop for clothes and shoes. And the lady I first went to saw me every two weeks to take care of me for my underwear and bikinis.
I waited, which night was he going to take me home with him. Which Saturday was he going to dismiss the housekeeper. One day, after many months of seeing him, he put a ring on my finger, said it was his mother's and wanted me to wear it. The engagement lasted eight months. Only after the wedding once I was his wife did he take me to bed.


