I’ve written a bunch of stories here about my wild twenties, but thought I’d share what life is like now as a married man. Not as kinky as some of my other posts, but hopefully worth the read.
We meet for dinner and drinks. We’re both coming from work, and she’s in a navy blue suit and heels, her flaming red hair is cascading over her shoulder and I see at least one guy at the bar turn around to check out her ass as she walks by.
That’s nothing new. My wife is a fierce redhead obsessed with the gym. After two kids she still has the ass of a 22 year old and the lithe body of someone who spends hours every week with her Pilates instructor.
She is a rising star in finance. The kind of person who was on the “thirty under thirty” lists and is now well on her way to the upper echelons of New York finance. I guarantee you that right now there is a group of I-bankers talking about how tough she is, and how tight her ass looks.