A letter from my wife.
Writers Note: This story is from my wife's point of view. Luisa and I and a group of our married friends got together at a BBQ. As a fun exercise, the wives all agreed to write a letter saying why they wanted to stay married to their husbands. They also agreed to write about a circumstance where their marriage could have ended.
In this letter, the wives agreed to be honest, even if it hurt the husband's feelings. So, the letter that follows is the letter my wife wrote. I will not tell you it's true because no one believes any "true" stories on this site are real. I will only say thank you to my wife for putting up with me.
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To whom it may concern,
My name is Luisa Alonso Smith. My husband is Gary Smith. We have been married for 6 years and boyfriend and girlfriend for one year before that. Gary is the love of my life and my best friend. He is also a kind, loving, and a tender man. He is also the most frustrating man I know.
Okay, just so you know we met about seven years ago. I was twenty when we met and he was forty. Yes, there is an age difference. Does it matter to me? To my family? To our friends? No, it doesn't.
Gary is a very serious and thoughtful man. He never does anything without thinking about it first. He looks at least ten years younger than his real age. His job in a warehouse keeps him fit and toned and we both work out at the local gym.
Gary loves seeing me in my leggings and crop top. It's also true that many other men love seeing me in my leggings and crop top but they are not important. They can look all they want. Only my husband gets to see what is underneath.
I know Gary writes stories on this website. I occasionally read a story of his now and again, and yes, I read other stories by other writers. I know he uses me for his female characters. It's flattering to know that even in his fantasy stories he loves me and desires me. It is equally good to know he only desires me and no one else.
For the record, my feelings are the same as his, I do not need or want anyone else.
Gary often describes himself in his stories as strong with broad shoulders, trust me, he is certainly well-built. I love how his 6ft tall broad-shouldered frame engulfs my 5ft 5 inch frame when he hugs me.
It is very nice to feel loved and cared for. There is nothing better than having Gary's arms wrapped around me. I love feeling his strength and hard body.
In our time together I have rarely heard him raise his voice or use bad language. I am Mexican and I have the Latin temperament. Honestly, it's me who gets upset and shouts at him or anyone else who annoys me. It's me that gets frustrated when he doesn't react like he should.
His response to my anger and sometimes outrage is to calmly diffuse the situation. Sometimes he can be so reasonable and calm that it makes me even more upset.
Normally if he can't calm me down with his words he will just hug me until I relax. Trust me, there is nothing better than a cool-headed husband. I know some people accuse him of being unemotional, but I know under that tough exterior there is a man who is kind and loving.
He knows me well and he knows how to reassure me and he is good at calming me down. His words are always reassuring, and often after we both calm down it leads to great make-up sex.
Not that it's anyone's business, but we make love every night. Gary gets very hot and turned on just looking at my arse and my breasts annd for a middle-aged man, he has a lot of stamina.
Once again, not that it matters, but I love his medium-sized cock. It fits me perfectly. Our favourite position, when making love, is definitely cowgirl.
There is nothing better than me riding his cock as we kiss, our lips locked together. Gary is a very passionate kisser and he makes love to me just as passionately.
The annoying part of Gary is when he is too thoughtful and too serious. Other people misunderstand his seriousness. Other people find it hard to read him. But I am very good at reading him. Yes I love him, I love everything about him.
You could say I love his dark mysterious character as much as his passionate loving side, and there is nothing I won't do for him.
Over the years, I have grown to love him more every day and I know him like no one else could or does. I really do love him with all my heart and I do everything in my power to make him smile and keep him happy.
Just in case anyone wants to know, I get hit on every single day. It doesn't matter where I am or what I am doing. It doesn't help that I could be Ariana Grande's sister. Yes, I look good, and yes I wear clothes that show off my figure, why the hell not?
If a man or woman wants to look at my arse or legs or my cleavage, I really do not care. Do I encourage anyone to linger when they look at me? No, I don't!
Would I ever encourage anyone to touch me? Or flirt with me? No, I wouldn't. Gary is the only person who touches me. And he is the only man that "flirts" with me. That's the rule of our marriage.
There will be people, particularly "hotwives" and "cucks" and "swingers" who will disagree. No Gary does not beat everyone to a pulp if they touch me. But, he does discourage any man who tries anything with me.
From a young age my parents instilled in me the rights and wrongs of marriage. One very important rule is to never disrespect the man I love. Secondly, never let an argument fester. If Gary has a problem with something I have done or said, then I encourage him to tell me what I have done.
And that goes for Gary. He is willing to hear my point of view. So, if I feel he has done something wrong, I tell him and we work it out. The other very important rule is never go to sleep angry. It doesn't matter what the circumstances are or where we are, we get things settled before we go to sleep. Even if it means staying up all night.
I have it on very good authority that Gary, in terms of looks and intelligence, is a catch. His job as a warehouse shift supervisor brings him into contact with all the attractive women who work with him. Many of the women who work there often tell me I'm a lucky woman. They also tell me he never responds to any flirting, even though some admit they have tried in the past.
At his works parties, we women often discuss our husbands and boyfriends and almost every woman I talk to tells me Gary is a "safe" husband. Yes he talks to women, but that's it, nothing else happens. I am the same. I am a "safe" wife. I do not respond to any attempts to flirt with me. Yes I will laugh and joke, but any hint of sexual flirting, I shut them down.
Gary tells me about the females at work, and he is honest with me that yes he gets hit on. But it never goes any further. I trust him completely and he trusts me. I also tell Gary everything. There are no secrets between us.
His money is good enough to keep us in the lifestyle we want but, I like working as a PA and I am good at it. I organise my husband much like my female boss at work.
My boss Catherine, is a middle-aged good-looking, married woman. We get on well and she has met Gary on many occasions. Gary and her husband, Richard also get on well.
Gary and Richard have often gone out to the pub while Catherine and I went out with friends from work or we went shopping, just us ladies.
Just to clarify, I work as a PA for a female CEO of a medical company. I like my job and it pays well. We live in a two-bedroom, semi-detached house near Oxford, in England.
We don't have any children. Gary's family has enough nieces and nephews and great nephews and great nieces to satisfy our craving for the younger generation.
We often babysit for our families. Even if we never have children, we love looking after them. But sometimes, it's good to pass them back to their families.
So, to sum up, my marriage to Gary is perfect, well nearly perfect. Well okay, it's not perfect. But is a marriage ever perfect?
Anyway, what I wrote before was me telling the world about my life and our marriage. I will now tell the world about how I almost fucked up my life and my marriage by not concentrating on my surroundings.
Cancun, Mexico, my home country.
(My past life in Mexico)
The beaches are beautiful. The resort is beautiful. The people in the resort are beautiful, the place is Cancun I know this resort well, I grew up here.
My first job was as a waitress working in one of the bars in the resort. No, it wasn't a strip joint, at least not like some of them. But, it was one of those bars where the waitresses wore tiny shorts and thin strappy t-shirts.
Yes both of them got me noticed. I have always been looked at, and, without boasting too much, I know I am a beautiful woman. Every man or woman I have ever known looks at me and they see a beautiful woman.
Do I use that as an advantage? No, I don't. If people can't see past my outer shell, then they are not my friends. Everything I have every done is through hard work and using my brain.
Before I met Gary, I only had one steady boyfriend, Carlos. He was and probably still is tall, dark and handsome. We were in senior school when we first started dating. He was charming and cute and he treated me like a queen, at first.
But the trouble is after a year he became an arsehole. He started treating me like shit and I learned later he cheated on me several times. The last straw was when my loving boyfriend wanted to "share" me with his friends.
He apparently was going to get me drunk and take me back to his apartment for a party, I was the prize for his friends.
One of his friends grew a conscience and told me about my boyfriend's plans. I left work early and packed up my stuff and moved out of the apartment we were staying in. I didn't look back.
I was young and resilient. I got over the shock of my arsehole ex-boyfriend trying to pimp me out. It was at that point I knew I had to get away from here. I had enough savings and with my parent's help, I paid for a trip to England.
I planned on getting a visa and hopefully enrolling in a university or college and learning how to be a secretary.
