I have a pathological need to brag, but for what will soon be obvious reasons, I must do it anonymously. I'm a wealthy, by most standards, corporate lawyer, so what? Really, we're a dime a dozen. What sets me apart from most of my colleagues is that I'm married to a Nordic goddess. I have a photograph of my wife on my desk, and one placed on the filing cabinet behind me is to show off to the cocks that I work with that I'm married to a ten, a supermodel. But what I really what to gloat about is that I pimp out my blonde blue-eyed goddess wife for my profit and her fun. It's a sweet life that I, her husband/pimp, shares with his wife/whore. Hence the need to write it down and brag to the world anonymously my, our, story.
Almost 7 years ago I met Jennifer at a professional office where she worked as a receptionist. Our eyes met and I knew she was attracted to me. Jennifer was just my type: down the back blonde hair, real blonde not from a bottle, framing a gorgeous face: high cheek bones, fair skinned, blue eyes, straight teeth, full lips, an all-around Germanic, Scandinavian goddess. If that wasn't enough, even under her office attire I could intuit the heavy weight of her ample bosom. An honest to God pin the needle ten.
From the way she looked at me you might assume that I must be a ten as well, or as the ladies say a hunk. I've never been called ugly, at least to my face, but I'm not movie star handsome. Whereas Jennifer is in the movie star or super-model league. By any objective standard she is way out of my league. I've always been attracted to fair skinned blondes but I'm a dark-haired olive skinned Spanish, Italian type. It's been my experience that most blondes are not attracted to me, but in middle school, first with a lovely Swedish exchange student, I discovered there is a small subset of Nordic lovelies that have a Latin lover fetish. As it turned out Jennifer was just one of those blonde blue-eyed beauties that loved her some olive-skinned man meat. Praise the gods.
When I walk with her on my arm into a room of strangers, I can see all the male eyes widen and drink her in, then glance at me. I can see the gears turning,' how the fuck did that guy snatch that delicious meal? He must be loaded or have a nine-inch cock.' With Jennifer on my arm, it's like walking into a room with a young Heidi Klum. We are both 5'9", with heels she is taller than me, which only increases the envy factor.
I asked her out to dinner within sixty seconds of meeting her in that office.
At dinner Jennifer told me she was twenty, just graduated from community college and had recently broken up with her high school sweetheart boyfriend.
She admitted she didn't have any career ambitions, "I just want to be taken care of I guess."
I saw nothing wrong with that. I was twenty-five and an up-and-coming lawyer at a prestigious corporate law firm with ambition enough for two people. I also told her that I wanted to be the youngest person ever to be made partner.
"Self confidence in a man is a real turn on," Jennifer confessed.
Over dessert she accepted my invitation to come to my apartment, no pretext needed.
The sex was primeval, but I could tell she was sexually inexperienced. She later told me I was the first man to make her orgasm. I like to think I'm a good swordsman, I can hold back from ejaculating for as long as needed (many sit ups everyday) and I know my way around a woman's body. To be her first experienced lover, with by far the most beautiful woman I had every fucked, was an ego boost. Not that my ego needs a boost as you might be able to tell. We made love numerous times that night.
In a post coitus daze, she turned to me and said, "Lover I could get addicted to that kind of sex."
"God, I hope you do. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on let alone slept with."
She smiled, "Slept with? You mean fucked good and hard."
I have no idea why, but I've always been attracted to blondes, starting in the fifth grade with Rebecca, whatever her last name was, my first crush. Even before I had any idea what it is that men and women do together beyond looking, then looking away whenever they caught me staring, something about the fair skin and blonde hair always clenched my attention and sent the blood rushing. I can appreciate brunettes and redheads and the rest, but blondes always made my heart skip a beat and harden my cock. I've known guys who only date Asian or Latina women, so perhaps it's a fetish or just a preference, mine is blondes and with Jennifer I could scratch that itch and did every chance I could get.
I should mention at this point that it's not only her looks that won me over. Jennifer is socially gracious, easy going, and not in the least conceited. She realizes that she won the genetic beauty lottery, her mother was a former model/actress. When I met her mom, it was easy to see the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Her father wasn't a bad looking former athlete now retired rich guy.
Speaking of families, after about six weeks of dating, I took her to meet the parents. Within an hour my father took me aside and said, "What are you waiting for? Put a ring on her finger. You're never going to do better."
Best fatherly advice ever.
Within nine months of meeting, we were married. When married to a ten there is a great deal of mate guarding to attend to, every man she meets falls under her spell. A ring on her finger is only just the beginning to ward off competitors. Jennifer grew up in a wealthy family, big house, private school, vacations in Europe, and without her having to say it, I knew she expected to be kept in a style to which she was accustomed. Not that I'm complaining. I didn't get into law school and passed the bar to do charity work. I work long hours for the pay and the promise of advancement. But I had no other plan for advancement than through hard work and old-fashioned brown nosing.
One night not long after our wedding we watched a movie, no surprise as you shall see that Jennifer chose it, the 1968 film "Belle de Jour" starring Catherine Deneuve, a gorgeous blonde, as a frigid housewife with masochistic daydreams. She is told that a friend is working in a brothel then decides to turn tricks herself, but only in the afternoons while her doctor husband is at work. Her character wants to be forced into degrading situations.
