The Wife Diaries II

He finally allowed me get a job. I shake my head at the amount of seduction it took to get him to say yes-albeit in the throes of passion, but it was a yes all the same. To re-inforce his already-made decision, the next morning I incorporated a lot of pouts and innocent eyes, reminding him that as my husband his word is law and I knew he never backed down from his promises. Poor guy, I could see the self-conflict he was having on the inside, but he relented and that same morning I started applying for jobs. I know he can provide for me, I don’t have to work. Since we got married a year ago, he urged me to quit working and it sounded like a good idea at the time because I was tired. I wanted to be free from the pressures of being the financial manager at a very demanding company and just be a wife. Alas, a year later there were no kids so my staying at home began to make less sense. It was time to get out. “you’re wearing that?” My husband came out of the bathroom, bare chested and a towel tied around his waist, eyeing me dissaprovingly. I was at the vanity on the otherside of our bedroom, applying mascara. He looked yum, I smiled and turned to face him. “yeah, why?” “Isn’t that skirt too tight?” He strode over to the armoir to retrieve his body lotion. “Nope. Don’t think so. It’s proffessional” I looked down at my black high waisted skirt. “Can you even move in them?” he muttered I walked over to him. “yep” and to tease him “can you see my underwear line?” I turned around and leaned forward. He sighed. “That skirt is tight sha” He looked like a dejected kid forced to rub lotion as he pressed the bottle. I finally understood what was happening. So I took the bottle from him and squeezed some into my hand, gave it back to him and helped him with his back. Touching him was turning me on, I love that he works out, the feel of his muscles melted me. Suddenly he turned around and dropped the lotion on the floor, then he put his arms around me, grabbed my bum and pulled me close. I was familiar with this; it was his ‘you’re mine and better know it’ gesture. “Babe, I’m wearing a jacket over the blouse and I promise it will distract from the skirt” I gently told him, rubbing his chest and looking up at his gruff and disgruntled face ”It’s just my first day, I want to look presentable” He was willing himself to believe me, I could see it in his eyes “I don’t like this” He murmured sternly I paled and dropped my hands, “but we’ve talked about it. I will be back home by the time you get back” “Why do you want to work for somebody? you could start a business and work for yourself” His voice sounded pained “I know, but I need experience and while I do this, I’ll start thinking of ideas” “I’ll pick you up from work then” “so what happens to the car I take with me?” “Then let me drop you off” “But you’re not dressed yet and I have to be there at eight” He sighed and dropped his hands from my waist “babe, what are you afraid of?” I asked him, circling his beard with my index finger. After a long pause, he looked into my eyes and said “it’s just that..”