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(c) 2012 graymangazer.
Part One
Proposal
I fell in love with my future wife the moment I first saw her.
Lucy walked through my office door to temporarily replace my retired secretary, and at twenty five years old she was eight years my junior, she's tall-5ft 10in and slim, with dark red hair crowning a beautiful face with green eyes, she has a narrow nose and a mouth that I suspected at one time contained childhood buck teeth that had since been straightened and left a slightly protruding top lip giving her a very sexy pout, she has a body with all the curves in the right places and long shapely legs, she was and still is absolutely perfect to me
I immediately made her my full time secretary and after a week we went on our first date.
Lucy said she liked me, I was so happy just to be with her and I was sure that given time she would fall in love with me, I romanced her and I was the happiest man alive when a month after our first meeting she did indeed say she loved me.
She has the looks and charm to get just about anything she wants, but she's not spoilt or haughty, she's a genuinely nice person, she never gossips or puts anyone down and she's probably the most helpful person I know, she would literally give you her last penny.
She is also clever and very intelligent and it was always clear that she would succeed in whatever she chose to do.
I felt so lucky: she was never short of admirers but she chose me.
I'm not the greatest catch in the world, I'm 6`2" and 190lbs, I don't have a face to make women swoon but I'm certainly not ugly, with longish black hair and blue eyes, my best feature is my smile-so I've been told and my openness, I listen to people, I'm calm and perhaps just a bit too gentle and trusting, but hey, that's me, and I've got by okay so far.
Lucy and I loved one another. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I couldn't see any point in hanging around, so I proposed. It was a whirlwind romance and we married three months later.
I'd had a good job with a successful midsize promotions company since I'd left university and with the help of an inheritance was able to buy a sizeable house on the outskirts of town with a modest mortgage. Lucy moved in on the return from our honeymoon and it wasn't long before the whole place was redecorated to her liking, she wasn't bossy or demanding, she just had much better taste than me.
Everything was perfect, we were so happy together and two years later Lucy was promoted to the same position as myself, we celebrated with a weekend at a luxury spa where we spent most of the time having mind blowing sex.
Work was great, we now spent a lot of time together on the same projects, home was great, our social life was good and our sex life was fantastic, the future looked golden, but then came the recession.
It turned out to be a mixed bag for us, I was told I was being let go as the firm was restructuring, I immediately went to give Lucy the bad news, I was ready to console her, feeling sure that she would be going too, only to be met by my smiling and happy wife, she had in fact been promoted to department manager, I was very disappointed for myself but I was really over the moon for her.
Things were not so bad though, I received a decent severance package, but with Lucy's improved salary she persuaded me it would make sense to use a good part of my money to pay off some of the mortgage.
I took time out to pursue a few hobbies and look for my ideal job, but as the weeks passed it became clear employment wouldn't be so easy to find, positions that I thought I would acquire easily always seemed to go to someone else, to people I thought less qualified.
My money was rapidly running out and I was eating into my savings, soon I was having trouble paying the bills, I believed it was a mans place to provide for his wife so I had never asked Lucy to contribute to our household finances, but now I felt it was time to swallow my pride and ask for her help.
To my surprise she didn't agree immediately, but said she would have to speak to her financial advisor.
I wasn't happy with her, as I thought it showed a lack of commitment on her part, but she persuaded me that she just wanted to make our positions clear.
The upshot of it all was that Lucy would take over the mortgage payments and the control of our finances, at least until I found employment.
With the help of the firms resident lawyer we signed papers giving Lucy a half share of the house and financial control, whilst I used what was left of my own money to pay for my personal requirements.
As my savings dwindled I found I was unable to spend and socialise as much as I would like, so I became frustrated and irritable, I noticed Lucy becoming more impatient with me, and this made me feel guilty, here was my lovely wife working hard every day, while I lounged around sulking about not having a job.
I vowed to make things better for us, if I couldn't find work then I would do more around the home. I started to do all the cooking, having meals ready for when Lucy came home at night and generally pampering her. I also did all those little jobs that one never seems to get around to doing. The cleaning was taken care of by Lynn, our young daily help. And so the general atmosphere in our home began to improve.
A few weeks later Lucy let it slip that she had hired a new agent-a guy named Barry was now doing my old job. I was annoyed to say the least, here I was out of work and my own wife had hired some young upstart to do my job, when I confronted her she looked away embarrassed.
"I'm sorry John. I really wanted to give you the job You were the first person I thought of, but Stephen didn't want me to, he thought it would be wrong for me to employ my own husband, that we could leave ourselves open to some kind of prejudicial lawsuit, " she explained.
I had to think for a minute who Stephen was, then it occurred to me, he was the CEO and owner of the firm. In all the time I was there I had never even met him, and here was Lucy on first name terms.
"Christ Luce, I'm breaking my ass trying to find a job and my own wife won't even hire me. Instead some slimy bastard gets my position, well thanks for all your help Luce you did really great," I complained and turned away to stare out of the window.
"Fuck you John. Its not my fault you lost your job, do you want me to risk my career and the only money we have coming in just because you think you're better than everyone else?" it was one of the very few times I had heard Lucy swear.