New Job New Life

At 31 my life sucked, single no boyfriend and users who's only interested was in bedding me. I saw an ad for a job in the country fairly remote was mentioned, able to be available 24/7 was also a requirement of living on site as well. The job housekeeper/carer to a reclusive man (wheelchair bound) was the job. I'm fairly strong due to work I'd to do to get by and thought why not apply. Never thought I would get it, but I did get an interview thru his lawyers. Turns out I was the only one to apply and got a start on final approval of my employer basis. He was grumpy man 53 and employee rarely stayed long. My previous jobs had taught me to give as good as you get and that turned out to be the secret. He would try and run roughshod over you and get things he wasn't allowed by his doctors. He fired me 5 times the first week, but I'd to stay until his lawyers came on the Monday, every Monday his lawyer turned up. I'd my bags packed ready to back with the lawyer. The lawyer arrived, my employers first statement to him was about time you got me a suitable carer. Realizing he had been testing my patience and resolve the whole time. The following week we had a couple of run ins no firings those. We sort of clicked, he would make an insult to annoy me mostly and I would respond in kind. Then he had to go into hospital for surgery on his leg and would be gone a week and bedridden for a week or so on his return. I'd to go with him and stay in the private hospital with him. I was told by his lawyer I was to be the buffer between him and the hospital staff. I also got a pay raise by my employer; I suspect to keep me employed now we were in the city, as I could just leave at any time. On the whole I liked the job. The banter back and forth between us kept me on my toes you could say. I was busy by him keeping the peace while he was in hospital. On our return he was to stay in bed for at 5 days I was told by the doctors in front of him. I replied he would be staying in bed, and he glared at me. That meant I'd to give him bed baths, I'd been shown while he was in hospital how to do them. Of course, he complained, he did about almost everything. Back at his home I found it easier to remove the bedsheet and keep him naked in bed to do his baths. I've a large rack and one day the strain on the top buttons were too much and they gave way. Showing him my cleavage, it didn't bother me as I'd worn more reveling outfits for work before. But it caused him to become aroused and being naked I couldn't miss it unless I was blind. Being the smartass I am, I said oh your up are you. He turned red with embarrassment, after the bed bath, I masturbated him to get him off. Well, it was my top opening up a bit that caused it to rise. Of course, the next time it arose without my top reveling my breasts as much again. So, after the bath I again got him off, I was giving another pay rise for doing extra duties. Of course, it became part on my duties even after he was allowed out of bed. I was okay with that, then one day he asked me would I sleep with him, but added quickly I could refuse if I wanted too. He was sheepish with that request not his usual gruff manner. I was at first a little shocked, but said I'll think about it. I walked out and then returned saying might as well I could use a fucking myself. With no condoms and having already got our weekly supply delivery and me not on anything. I decided to try to risk the pull-out in time method, we had sex that night and succeed without problem. A neighbor from up the road, dropped by, he always did when going into town for groceries. I got him to take me into town to get a few things as well. Condoms being the main item, he dropped me back and we started a regular sex life that night. After 6 months he was able to move about more easily than before but would still require the wheelchair. He suddenly asked me to marry him, d no idea he was thinking that way and was shocked and he did in front of his lawyer. But him being him he said it would be cheaper to marry me than pay me wages. I knew he really wanted to marry me as otherwise he would've said anything. I decided why not, and we were married three weeks later. His first request on our wedding night was to have a child for him, I said OKAY. That was 6 years ago, and we now have 2 children a boy and girl.