Wanting to Marry

I was 33 and still single, in and out of nowhere relationships. I just couldn't find a woman I would want to marry; bedding women were everywhere. But I wasn't attracted enough to any of them to marry. I decided to try a change and took a transfer in the family business and start anew. But my new location was similar as the last, but just as I was about to try for another transfer. I came across a woman I thought was perfect for me to marry, she never dated and always well dressed and not showing too much. She was the oldest of 3 daughters and lived with her mother and grandmother. Father died years before and no other close male relatives. They followed a strict practice when it came to dating, they didn't. A hold over from the old country, but the fourth generation still adhered to the strict custom. I was very interested and so I read up of their customs and beliefs and found that they were not that different to ours. Main difference was chastity of the bride on the wedding day was all important, not so much in our lifestyle these days. I decided to try at least and found a marriage broker of their culture to put my interest to the family. If I failed, I would transfer again, but of the 3 steps I passed the first 2 easily. 1 from a good family, 2 good prospects to support a family and the third the personal vetting by the mother and grandmother. That was only to be able to meet her and if she like me and I didn't screw up badly. Marriage was the result, I never been so nervous before, it was my worst nightmare of an interview. One wrong word and I would be toast, they asked very personal questions and watched me closely as I answered. But I told the truth and passed, I was able to see the daughter and talk with her. No holding her hand or touching at all, presents were for the whole family and nothing for the daughter herself alone. But I had been told by the broker to take gifts for the mother and grandmother especially as if I kept them onside, I was halfway there. That took six months, and I passed you could say as she accepted me as her future husband. As there was no father or male relative to pay for the wedding, I made what was termed an honor payment to my future mother-in-law. Which meant I paid for the wedding; the wedding took place a year to the day I started the whole thing. Now married I was the head of our household and having bought a large house for me, my wife and her family. My duty as head of the family to look after my wife's family as there was no older male left in the family. But being head meant nothing as the house is ruled by the wife, her mother and grandmother, my job is provider and protector. But I already knew most of that and sex is a man right in the marriage and not as you read in other stories with all the women of the household, just the wife. But there are benefits having sisters-in-law, as I can take my wife anywhere and our children are cared for her sisters, mother and grandmother. On my getting married I got promoted in the family business. Now having 2 children and I'm responsible for my sisters-in-law possible husband vetting along with my mother-in-law and her mother and me being advised by my wife. My wife is everything I wanted in a wife and my needs are her first concern even before the children. That's what is said, not so much in practice, I do get passed over when it comes to needs of the children. But I happy with that and they have a look that puts me in my place if I'm going against their will, nothing is said it's just the look. It suits me, may not suit you.