I needed Brad, he must be mine. But how? The usual routes to seduction were out. I couldn't stun him with my amazing good looks - in his world, I was considered ugly or at best, "ok", even when I was dolled up by the best hair and makeup artists. For some reason, Brad seemed to like the way I looked even on my bad days, which was why we'd gotten together in the first place. But there was no way to look like the most beautiful woman around, when he was near super-models and starlets on a regular basis. As for sex, it was either good or amazing, and I didn't have to try. We still felt the hot chemistry between us, the same as when we'd first met. There was something animalistic that kept pushing us together, and our nights were most often spent in thrashing agony and pleasure. The normal routes for a wife to please her husband were out, too. There was no way I could do housework and keep a nice home - I'm messy by nature, and Brad had a housekeeper and a maid to look after everything he needed.
