Just Married
(Four days after the wedding)
She was not the best looking girl that I had been with, but she was a catch. I liked her Greek/Mediterranean look, with her white pearly skin, her black her, dark brown eyes, thin eyebrows, and just the right amount of freckles to humanize her face. Her body was not bad at all either; she had a nice butt, a small waist, and fairly shaped legs. I would have loved for her to have bigger breasts, but they were okay like that. It is almost incredible to me that for a while, I reluctant to marry her, but now I realize that would have been the worst mistake of my life. Yeah, she may be bossy at times, a little whimsical, and even a little controlling, but what person doesn't have her defects? She has the perfect combination of a religious but open minded girl; a dominant but sweet woman; an introverted, but fun person.
We had just arrived from a wonderful honeymoon. Even though it only lasted four days since I had a lot of responsibilities at work, I pretty much enjoyed it since sweet, passionate, and kinky sex was pretty much what it consisted of. It was a huge relief for my, since I had been in chastity with only a couple of releases a week for the last four months with. Also it was almost a month since the last time I have had an orgasm, but it was worth it. My beautiful brunette wife Olga was the perfect keyholder. She knew exactly what was she doing when she asked me to wear the CB-2000 during our engagement period. She managed for my desire to bulk up and granted me not only the best orgasms of my life, but also to have a mental and emotional connection with her, a connection I didn't ever think I would be able to have with anyone.
As we just got our luggage, we saw at a distance her family to greet us. I could see the look of complete satisfaction in my wife and her face of excitement form the honeymoon as we got closer to our parents. I have always been close to my parents, ever since I moved out for college I never seen them that often since I live on another city now. As we got there, all of them hugged us and said nice things to us, and when it was time for me to salute her mother Zarah I gave her a light hug. I have never really liked her; I always thought she was very intrusive with our relationship. I guess that is just natural since she had lost her husband a couple of years ago, and now her two daughters are the only thing she has in the world. Although she frequently expressed the opposite, I was pretty sure she didn´t think that well of me either. After greeting the both of us she asked Olga to accompany her to the bathroom. They must have been in there like for twenty minutes when my now mother-in-law came out. She had a similar cut to Olga, but with without the freckles, some twenty extra ponds and a few wrinkles on her face; however, at 52 years old she still was a good-looking woman. Her neck short hair and red glasses helped her to look more elegant. Anyway, a few seconds after her, Olga came out; I was surprised to see a change in her face expression and mood. A few minutes ago she looked like a happy cheerful kid, and now like a determined serious business executive. She just came to me grabbed my hand and said "let's go". I promptly went with her to our apartment.
The confession
(Eleven months before the wedding)
-"This is the one mom!" I am sure of it.
-"Are you sure my dear? I am not quite certain a guy like Jerry is what you are looking for."
-"Sure he is mom, he is handsome, smart, fun, and he is very successful"
-"That is exactly what I mean dear. Yeah, of course all of those are desirable traits, but a man with those characteristics usually tends to act for their own, disrespect his wife, and even cheat. Don't you remember what happened with your dad? Besides, I don't think a doctor would have that much time for you.
-I know mom, but he is only twenty-eight and he is a dermatologist. In a couple of years, or less, when he is more renowned, he will put his own office and manage his schedule. As for the other part, I have you. You can help me to avoid something like what happened with dad at the beginning of your marriage.
-"Yes Olga, but that was different, I was already married with your dad that when all that happened and he was almost fifteen years older than me, he knew he was not getting someone else at that point. He had no choice"
-"I know... maybe you are right mom. It is just that... I love him!"
-"Really dear? You have only been together for a little over a year."
-"Yes mom, I have never felt like that about anyone before"
-"Well does he share your feelings?"
-"I guess so; he always says he loves me, and is very caring for me, but lately I have been feeling him a little bit cold. I don't know."
-"Well you can never trust a man; he will tell you anything to get in your pants. By the way, have you had sex yet?"
-"No mom, I have followed your advice in that one. We have been intimate in other ways, but he has never actually penetrated me. I have told him about my religious views and he has respected them so far."
-"Well that says a lot about him; maybe you are not wrong about he being the one. But we have to do something about that 'coldness' you have mentioned. We need for him to be certain of his feelings toward you. "
-"Well, but how can we do that mom?
-"Ha-ha, do not have the experience with men that I do darling. In no time, he will be begging you to marry him, you'll see. Now pay attention..."
Start of a new life
(Two weeks after the wedding)
We have been still living in our apartment while our new house was being built. Our first couples of days as a married couple were good, the sex was great, we had good laughs but there was something that I had me concerned: Olga was starting to get a little to bossy and a little whimsical, and apart from that, she was always with her mother. They spend all day together when I was at work and talked on the phone every night. One night Zarah called when we were just about to start sex, and Olga actually answered, stopped me and started chatting with her. I could understand that they are very united, but this crossed the line. After she hung up (she talked for over half an hour!) I certainly complained about this with her:
-"Olga, what the fuck was that?"
-"What are you talking about?"
-"We were about to start sex, why did you take that call?
-"She is my mother Jerry, I will be there for her whenever she needs me. And watch that language. You don't get to talk to me like that ever, do you understand?"
She said this with anger in her face and her index finger menacingly pointing at me. This caused me to explode.
-"Yeah! But that was me and you time. You could have called her later. And don't you point that finger like that to me like you are my boss. You are my wife, and you will respect me!"
I was just finishing my statement when I suddenly felt Olga´s hand palm making a stinging contact with my left cheek. I just stood there in shock of what had happened.
-"Don't you dare, talking to me like that ever again!" she yelled.
With her finger pointing at me again she continued.
"I will talk to my mom whenever I want and YOUUU will respect Meeee, Do you understand?"
