My new engagement ring was absolutely stunning—I couldn’t be happier that my older man, Keegan, had just asked me to be his wife. I couldn’t wait for this marriage to start.
Before the big proposal, we had visited several jewelers together—“for fun,” at Keegan’s request—and sadly, I kept picking out the same design before it dawned on me that it was the same exact ring that my ex-sugar daddy, Marco, had chosen for me. Although I didn’t really get to wear it, I had forbid Keegan from purchasing that ring for me. I gave him an idea of what I liked, and he did the rest. And he did a very good job.
We were ecstatic, sending group texts to everyone we both knew saying, “She Said Yes!” along with pictures and videos that people had taken of the moment. It was all very surreal, but things were finally moving in the right direction.
Along with the excitement of our upcoming marriage, the day finally came to close on our new house. We immediately moved in. Moving in together was an experience that I wasn’t prepared for. Keegan had amassed so much stuff over the years; I was just absolutely taken aback by his borderline hoarder style. But as a newly engaged couple who were now happy new homeowners, we were very excited to christen each room. And we did.
After moving in, I started shopping at thrift stores for things and just so happened to find a stunning wedding gown at the local thrift shop for $20. I know I could afford to get something a little more extravagant, but I couldn’t resist trying it on. And the wedding gown fit like a glove. I was in love.
“You owe me!” Keegan said grabbing me by the waist and picking me up like a rag doll.
“I don’t owe you sex! That’s just not right,” I screamed through fits of laughter as he carried me around the house looking for a spot to lay me down.
“Oh yes, you do! If there’s a wedding dress in that long garment bag, you owe me sex. So, strip woman! Now, I command it,” he said, placing his hands on his hips with a cheeky grin.
Damn. He knew me too well—I just couldn’t resist a sexy older man who knew exactly what he wanted.
“Can I try it on for you and then you can undress me?” I asked playfully, trying to bargain with my sexually demanding future husband. Our sexual chemistry was insane.
“Sure, go ahead and get undressed,” he chuckled.
I quickly slipped into the wedding gown in the bathroom, put my hair in a messy bun, and threw on some lipstick. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Keegan just watched me. “You look stunning honey, I really like the way this fits you,” he said, closing in. We had crazy sex in that wedding dress in the living room and a few other places.
Over the course of the next few months, we settled into the house and settled into our new “marriage roles,” so to speak, of husband and wife. We were in a honeymoon cocoon and it was lovely. Our sex life catapulted, until about three months after moving in together…