For one night

I was overseas and contract ending soon. I was to return home and continue my career back home. Not a lady's man in any sense of the term, having paid for sex I've ever had. But being in this backward area of the country they didn't have hookers like back home, you simply bought a woman and use her as you wanted. But that was good for the local as that was how they married and started families. Mostly the woman came with a dowry, and they were bought by a prospective husband to show his worth to her family. The higher bidder won, and the woman got a man able to support her well. Her family got money for their daughter towards their cost of raising her and replacing the dowry paid more or less. But there was another level of woman bought and sold those who had no dowries and mostly likely no father to sell them. This is where I came in, usually these women got bought and were wives and mothers like the others. But I was a foreigner and I'd been in country a fair while. But not having sex with the local as I was very busy and only indulged when I was back at head office where there were ladies who sold themselves. In the back country where I worked paying a woman for sex was seen as dishonoring the woman could and did get men killed. So, I stayed away from the local women, which was easy as you rarely saw them at my work site. Anyway, my contract nearly finished, and I let my guard down you could say. But was still wise enough to buy a woman from a marriage broker and so avoid getting killed. The woman I chose is great looking and the niece of the seller and thus a burden on his family financially, her parents deceased. Her uncle was responsible for her dowry and wedding and support until she married. I was lucky the uncle was a cheapskate and put her up as an undowried bride, I saw her and got horny and being a little drunk. I bid on her at the auction and not a person to lose I outbid the other 2 bidders, being locals, they couldn't match my bid or unwilling to go that high. Which was a month's pay for me and over 2 years for most locals. But the wedding and celebration I didn't get to fuck my now wife that night. Of course, on sobering up and realizing my actions and having a wife was a bit of a shock. Could also be career ending, as it showed low morals, I couldn't leave her behind and had to bring her with me and on the company plane I could only do that if she was family. Being my wife passed that bar, but now it was on the company's radar she was my wife as you could say. Anyway, she was willing to please and she still looked good to my now sober eyes. Anyway, I was caught and realized it was my own doing and decided to make her as happy as possible. I still had time to get all the paperwork done for her to return with me. She spoke minimal English; I spoke the local language enough to get by and she was picking up English quickly. I of course was the perfect gentlemen and didn't advantage of her, like hell I did I was fucking her every chance I got. Well, she was my wife, and she would've felt rejected if I didn't, well that's what I told myself anyway. With her passport and visa sorted we returned home to my somewhat shocked family. But she was warmly welcomed, and I bought the house next to my parents and my wife was adopted by my mother's mother and I would be judge by how I treated her. It wasn't long after my return she was confirmed as pregnant, the last nail in the coffin. If I was trying to find a way out of the marriage, I wasn't she was the best thing that had happened in my love life ever. Now 15 years 4 children later, I believe it was the best investment I ever made. She is still my lover and a great caring mother to my children and also looks after my now very old grandmother very well as her prime carer.