wealthy young woman

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Okay, I admit I married her for her money. So what? She didn't lose out in this deal. She got a considerate husband, a satisfying sex life (she'd never experienced anything like it before), and nights without loneliness. Of course, I got something I never had before: a life free from financial worries.
Besides, I don't seem to feel smug about her lack of other suitors. Alma wasn't very pretty; she was a rather plain woman, but she had a good figure—full breasts and a large bottom—though her clothing made it difficult to appreciate her curves. I noticed her attractive figure by chance, so I tried to please her and eventually won her favor.
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I met Alma while taking a managerial economics course. At that time, I only knew her name; I knew nothing else about her. Frankly, I never wanted to know more about her. An ordinary girl, simply dressed and slightly overweight, couldn't possibly attract my attention. When our eyes occasionally met, she would always shyly avoid eye contact. No, she wasn't the kind of woman I wanted to spend time getting to know or figuring out.
Don't misunderstand me; I'm not the kind of campus pervert who chases after pretty girls, nor do I easily make friends with girls. At least half (even two-thirds) of the girls who liked me were rejected, and those I didn't reject only had short-term relationships with me.
One evening after class, on my way home, I saw a girl changing a tire on her car by the roadside. It was pouring rain, and the girl was soaked to the bone, and it was obvious she couldn't install the tire. I pulled over, intending to get out and help her, only to find it was Alma, completely drenched in the rain.
I took the tools from her and helped her change the tire. I told her to get out of the rain in my car because her seat was fabric while mine was leather, and she would get her seat wet and uncomfortable if she went back to hers.
As I got in and started the car to leave, Alma asked, "What are you doing?"
"I live just two blocks away. I need to dry your clothes first, otherwise you'll get the seats wet again when you get in your car,"
I replied.
"Isn't that unnecessary? Let me out."
"Of course it is. You sit behind me in class, and I don't want to hear you coughing and sneezing during class."
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After arriving at my house, I found Alma a clean towel and told her to take a hot shower. Then I found her some dry clothes. Although Alma kept saying "It's not necessary, it's not necessary," I ignored her and continued to make arrangements for her according to my own ideas. I found some clothes Alma could wear from my ex-girlfriend's belongings and threw them into the bathroom.
I didn't intend to peek at her body, but I still caught a glimpse of Alma's naked body in the bathroom mirror.
She was quite beautiful; I wondered why she dressed like an old woman for class.
When Alma came out of the bathroom, I realized the clothes I'd found for her weren't quite right—they were too small, tightly hugging her voluptuous and sexy body. Seeing her full figure, I wondered again why she didn't show off her beautiful figure properly. Alma noticed my gaze and asked, "Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem,"
I replied.
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because I only now realize how sexy your body is."
"Oh, no one has ever said that to me before."
"That's because people can't possibly know if your body is sexy. The clothes you used to wear were like big sacks, they didn't show off your figure at all."
"Do you really think I'm sexy?"
Suddenly, we hugged tightly, and I didn't know who had seduced whom. We were both eagerly tearing at each other's clothes, and soon we were naked facing each other. Alma's body was much more beautiful than her face; her fair, smooth skin, full, sexy breasts and buttocks, beautiful, neat pubic hair, and moist, rosy labia fascinated me. Without a word, I thrust my hard, thick penis deep into her already overflowing vagina.
Although Alma was still a virgin, her performance during sex was hard to believe she had never had sexual experience. She was passionate, ardent, and incredibly emotional; she was much more frenzied than any virgin I had ever dated, even more so than those girls who hadn't been virgins before dating me.
Alma was very greedy; she wanted it again and again. Every time I ejaculated in her vagina, mouth, or anus, she would immediately come over and give me oral sex, or stroke and rub my penis and testicles. A few times, she even inserted her slender fingers into my anus to tease me, and after I became erect, she would continue to make love to me. We did it again and again until I couldn't get hard anymore.
Finally, Alma was about to leave, but as I walked her back to her car, she asked me, "Can we still make love?"
"Whenever you want,"
I replied.
"How about tomorrow? After class?"
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Regardless of whether others thought Alma was too simple, I now knew her true colors and could date her as I pleased. I didn't even need to worry about appearing with her in public, because when she was with me, she would come straight to my house after class, have sex with me wildly until I couldn't get hard anymore. Then she would ask, "Tomorrow? After class?"
and I would nod in agreement.
What I was most proud of was that my relationship with Alma had no competition, because she still wore clothes that looked like big sacks to class, making it impossible for others to see her sexy, voluptuous body.
In the fifth month of our relationship, I received a call from ABC (American Broadcasting Company) asking me to come for an interview. I didn't remember sending them my resume, but with graduation approaching and me still unemployed, I agreed.
I arrived at the designated interview location on time and was immediately led into Mr. Jason Thurgood's office. As soon as I entered, he went straight to the point: "Mr. Fox, what is your attitude towards my daughter?"
"Oh, you are Alma's father?"
"Yes, I'd like to know what your plans are for your relationship with my daughter."
I thought the most polite response would be, "I said, sir, your daughter and I get along well, and we'll develop our relationship."
But I felt it was unnecessary to say that, because he then told me he knew everything about our current situation.
"What I care about most is what kind of life you'll provide for my daughter, Mr. Fox. May I call you Brian?"
I said I would do everything in my power to ensure his daughter's well-being and comfort, but he interrupted me before I could finish, saying, "I care deeply about my daughter, and I've known about your situation since the first day you two got together. In fact, my men were on their way to help Alma change a tire that day, but you arrived a minute earlier. I'm not stupid, Brian, and I'm sure you know what I mean by 'you two got together.' Now, my question is: 'What are your intentions?' However, judging from your expression just now, I think I know what your true answer is. Do you want to give me a real answer?"
He stared into my eyes. He stared at her for a few seconds, then said, "No, no, it seems you don't have a real answer yet. Okay, as I said before, what I care about most is how my daughter will live if she's with you. I've done some research on you for that. You were only able to afford college because of a scholarship, and your future job prospects aren't very promising. With just a Bachelor of Business Administration degree, it'll be difficult to find your ideal job unless you continue your studies and get a Master of Business Administration, an MBA. I want to help you achieve that, Brian, which would benefit all three of us—you, me, and Alma. Are you interested?" *********
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In short, Thurgood was a very wealthy man, and he knew very well that his woman was simple and ordinary. From elementary school to high school to college, she was often ridiculed by male classmates and other girls. Now, I was the only man interested in her, so she felt happier than ever. Thurgood, of course, wanted her to continue to be happy.
Leaving Thurgood's office, I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, staggering as I walked, but I knew I was much richer now than when I walked in. My feelings were conflicted, but I didn't care, because for the first time, I saw a bright future for my life.
Thurgood used his influence to get me into Harvard Business School for my MBA, paying for all my tuition. He also wired $75,000 to my checking account for my daily expenses. His only condition was that I immediately propose to his daughter, Alma.
He told me that even if Alma rejected my proposal, the money would still belong to me. If Alma accepted, he would create an irrevocable savings account in my name with $500,000 in it, which I could use freely as long as my marriage with Alma lasted at least 10 years.
If our marriage didn't last 10 years, and the reason for the divorce was her infidelity, he would compensate me $25,000 annually based on the length of our marriage. Conversely, if our marriage broke down due to my infidelity or physical abuse, I would have to donate all my earnings to that savings account. If she filed for divorce for reasons other than infidelity and abuse, I would still receive the savings.
And there was more good news. Thurgood promised to get me a job at ABC, but only after Alma and I had our wedding—it seemed like he was buying a husband for his daughter Alma (which he certainly was). After the wedding, once I got my MBA, I could immediately start working at ABC. Thurgood
's wedding gifts included a large house and enough cash to live on until I graduated from Harvard Business School. Even after I got my MBA, he would give Alma $5,000 a month for living expenses. Finally, and importantly, Alma knew nothing about these arrangements.
And so, according to the pre-arranged terms and arrangements, I proposed to Alma, and she happily accepted. Then we got married, then I went on to pursue my MBA, and finally got a job at ABC.
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For the first six years of our marriage, we lived happily. Although there were some rumors that I married Alma for her family's money, our relationship was still very good. After marriage, Alma's demands for sex became more intense and insatiable. Apart from classes, we spent almost all our time in bed making love, leaving me barely able to get out of bed the next morning, let alone go to work.
My work was also going well. When I first reported to ABC, my father-in-law called me into his office and laid out the basic rules for me.
"I gave you this job, but I won't relax my standards for you. Whatever your job is in the company, you must be strict with yourself and do your job well,"
Thurgood said seriously.
Of course, I worked hard and was strict with myself. I'm sure my work attitude and ability surprised Thurgood. After three years, I became a regional supervisor, and in my fifth year, I became the company's regional manager. Judging from my momentum, I might just be the next vice president.
At the same time, what surprised Thurgood even more was that my marriage to his daughter wasn't just in name, although it was driven by many financial factors. Aside from the time I spent on work and Alma, I had no time for anything else.
I didn't cheat, I didn't do anything unfaithful to my wife, partly because I was relatively satisfied with my life, and partly because a large sum of money was tempting me; if my marriage remained stable for 10 years, I could get that money. Think about it, $500,000 in savings for 10 years—not counting the principal, the interest alone is a very tempting figure. Losing so much money for a moment of pleasure wasn't worth it.
However, infidelity did happen, but not by me, it was Alma.
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Our lives changed because of three things. First, Alma decided to give me a gift: she wanted to have plastic surgery to make her face match her stunning figure. Second, her new look made her even more sexy, and her increasingly wild sexual desires overwhelmed me, gradually making it impossible to satisfy her appetite. Third, and perhaps most importantly, she finally heard the rumors and concluded that I married her only for her family's money.
Our lives quickly changed. First, Alma stopped pestering me every night until I couldn't get an erection anymore. Although she still wanted to be intimate with me every night, it wasn't as intense as before.
This should have been a fairly obvious sign, but I didn't take it seriously. Later, Alma started coming home late again, using the excuse of going out with her close friends. She often stayed out very late, and when she got home, she would immediately take a shower, saying she didn't want to bring the smell of smoke and alcohol from the bar into bed.
At the time, I didn't pay attention to these typical signs of infidelity. Why didn't I think about it that way? Because before, Alma hadn't attracted any attention from other men, but I forgot—I forgot that Alma had undergone plastic surgery, and her face was now much prettier. After a while, I started hearing rumors about Alma's wild behavior when she went out with her girlfriends at night, but I still didn't connect her to other men; I thought she was just going out with her girlfriends.
Six months later, my father-in-law called me into his office and asked bluntly, "What do you plan to do with Alma?"
"What do you mean, what do you mean?"
I asked.
"You really don't know? Oh, well, I think you do. Well, that's your life, I won't interfere."
“But you’ve already interfered. From the moment you called me into your office until we started this conversation, you’ve been interfering. Just say what you want to say, Dad. There’s nothing between us to hide about Alma, unless she doesn’t want you to tell me.”
“Well, Brian. Even though Alma is married, I still keep a close eye on her. Society isn’t safe these days; there are frequent kidnappings of wealthy businessmen and their families. As a man in my position, it’s become a habit to keep an eye on myself and my family. Recently, I’ve discovered that Alma has rapidly transformed from a docile girl into a man-chasing slut. In the past six months, she’s had sex with seven men… I can tell this news has surprised you,”
Mr. Thurgood said.
All I could do was nod to show that I was indeed shocked.
"So what are you going to do with her?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? This is your golden opportunity, Brian. It's a little strange for me to say, but don't you really want to take advantage of this opportunity? You can hire a private investigator to find evidence of her infidelity. We had an agreement that if she cheated or was unfaithful, you could file for divorce and get everything I promised you. You've performed far better than Alma both in marriage and at work, and even if you divorce, I can't stop you from working here." "
Thank you very much, I'm glad you said that,"
I replied.
"Well, tell me what you're going to do."
"I already know what to do."
"What to do?"
"Do nothing, at least not now. I want to see if I can find a way to get the truth out of her."
"Oh, for God's sake, why are you doing this?"
"Dad, because in a way, I still love my wife."
"Oh, you bastard."
"Yeah, I'm still a piece of shit!"
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*** Two days later, when I got home from work, I found Alma had gone out with her girlfriends again, so I decided to wait for her to come back. At 3 a.m., she finally returned.
"What are you doing?"
Alma asked, somewhat surprised to see I wasn't asleep.
"I've been waiting for you."
"Why? Aren't you going to work today?"
"Yes, I am. But for some reason, I feel a strong need for you. I'm eager to make love to you, so I've been waiting for you to come back." "
Really? Okay, my big tiger. Wait a minute, let me take a quick shower."
"No, baby, I want you right now, right here on the floor, just like this."
As I said this, I hugged her and started unbuttoning her clothes.
She pushed me away and said, "No, don't do this, darling, I smell like smoke and alcohol, it's awful, I don't want to be all smelly for you to play with." "
I say, Alma, it seems like you're hiding something from me."
Hearing me say this, her face turned a little embarrassed, and she said, "Okay, Brian, I didn't want you to know, but since you insist, I'll tell you. I just made love with another man, and I wanted to wash myself clean before making love to you. Now, are you still in such a hurry for me?"
Her words were like a cold gun, completely stunning me. I didn't know what I was expecting, but I knew it wasn't to hear her tell me she'd just had sex with a man.
"No, no, don't do this, Alma, don't do this to me."
"Okay, Brian, let's go to bed. I'm going to take a shower, and then we'll make love slowly."
"I didn't know, Alma."
"Didn't know what, Brian?"
"Didn't know you'd had sex with other men, Alma. It seems like you've been with a lot of men, hasn't you?"
"Oh, don't think about it so much, Brian. Anyway, you didn't marry me for love, you married me for my family's money, didn't you? Okay, let's not dwell on that, baby. Anyway, I've been quite happy these past few years, even if you married me for money, I think it's worth it."
"How can you think like that? How do you know I married you for your family's money?" "
Isn't it obvious? I can see my own reflection in the mirror. Do you dare say you married me for my looks?"
"You're right, you weren't very pretty back then, but you were a simple and lovely girl, and your sexy figure, including your full hips and firm breasts, was very attractive to me. I really don't know why you think I married you for your family's money. Please think back carefully, Alma, when I proposed to you, did you tell me about your family? Actually, I only found out you came from a very wealthy family after you agreed to marry me and told me about your family, right? Think about it carefully, did I find out your family was rich first, or did I propose to you first? Do you remember? Alma, if that's really what you think, then we have nothing to talk about."
I went upstairs and lay on the bed in the bedroom. Alma took a shower and quickly ran up to lie down next to me, reaching out to stroke my penis and saying, "Come on, my big tiger, now let's take good care of your sexual needs."
"Let me be alone for a while, Alma, I don't want to do anything right now."
"You definitely want to do it, darling, come on, don't you want to now? Then let Alma help you."
I tried to avoid her advances, but she didn't want me to succeed. She bent down and took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard. Soon, my penis was as hard as a rock. Alma smiled, got up and straddled me, pulling my penis into her body, then rocking her back like a horse.
She looked down at me and said, "Our lives haven't changed, darling. I love you, I love living with you, and I'll never kick you out of my bed. We've been happy for so many years of marriage. But you have to understand, you're finding it harder to fully satisfy my desires now, so I need some help to relieve your stress."
That morning, she took me three times. Although I was really tired, I didn't say "no" to her.

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