Part One My wife has no memory of her life before the approximate age of 12. She has been diagnosed with dissociative amnesia which we are fairly certain is due to abuse by her biological father. Conversations with her two older step siblings and one younger sister have only led to more unanswered questions as they suffer from their own more sever psychiatric problems. A few weeks ago I accompanied her to some therapy that was supposed to have revealed all that the subconscious remembers about her childhood. We got some things that couldn't be confirmed by her family for the above stated reasons. Other events my wife says she just finds hard to believe - namely that she suffered "inappropriate touching" sexual abuse at the hands of her father at the age of 8. One element of this that lines up is that at this age, her older sister would have become "too old" for an abusive, psychopathic paedophile, and she had supposedly started to react and fight back, reporting the father to the authorities in the school and community. Hence, he may have turned to my wife to abuse her instead. Needless to say this sort of life history has led to some pretty serious challenges in her life. Her parents divorced at about the age of 10 and she and her siblings continued to live with her mother. She realized in her early teen years that she just did not recall any childhood besides random weekends at her grandmothers and a few other events. I met my wife at the age of 15 at a party at the home of a mutual friend of ours. My wife was well-known amongst our little indie rock/skater/weirdo network for being "the hot girl" and funny and was a huge point of discussion amongst the blokes in like 10 different schools. She was outgoing and everyone pretty much thought she was a slut because of the way she looked, where in reality she was pretty choosy about who she dated. We ended up dating very briefly but due to some pretty serious unfortunate events, we had to stop. I could never stop thinking about her and in the brief time that we were together we really hit it off well. Every girl after that paled in comparison. I had still been a virgin and was disappointed enough by subsequent girlfriends that I didn't end up losing my virginity until I was 18 to someone who was the next best thing - really a poor substitute for my wife. After university I called her on a whim, this was a full 7 years after the fact. She happened to be single and living about 2 hours away. She asked me out on a date but it took a few months to coordinate. We corresponded via email and she filled me in on what had happened in the years between. I had already an inkling of what her past was like - her and her friends had a pretty sick sense of humor and had alluded once to her dad "fucking" her sister - I knew there was some pretty serious shit from the past. She told me that she had gotten pregnant at 18, and while I must confess this was really disappointing to me, that is very hard for me to admit or even think about now - because that is my stepdaughter and she is a huge part of my life now. When we finally met I was blown away - she was pretty much exactly the same except her hair was longer and she seemed a little more rundown, sad, and alone. After dinner she invited me back to her house under the premise of meeting her new dog. Her daughter was staying at her grandmother's house. After a lot more catching up and joking about our lives she told me what she did for work - she was doing some random glamour modeling and related activities such as making some solo films for a Swiss company and some webcamming-type things. She made it clear that she absolutely hated "selling her body" - which I didn't really view it as. I let her know that I knew it was really just to be able to have a good life for her daughter as they just had been living alone for 4 years. She was making a lot of money and did not really have to work much and was able to keep it secret from her daughter, family, and pretty much everyone else (she told people she was a freelance web manager). They did have what was a very comfortable life for a single mother - she never asked for any help and did not pursue child support. For the first maybe year and a half of our relationship I would take the train every weekend to visit her and that's the time that we would spend together. It was the best possible thing that could have ever happened to me. Here is this girl that I had put up on a pedestal for so long and she really lived up to all of that. We did something new every weekend, a ton of hiking, exploring, driving around the woods, camping, beaches, parties, clubs, cooking, dining out with friends, and I was exploring functioning as a new sort of stepfather role which I must admit was fun. I had definitely never envisioned myself starting a family so young but since we were so young, I think it worked. Her daughter loved all the outdoors, trips, vacations, fairs, music, etc. She was very well-behaved and brilliant. It is clear that she has the complete personality my wife could have had had she not had the opportunity taken away from her at such a young age by an abusive parent. The sex was amazing to say the least - and usually would be able to happen about 3 times during the weekend while I was there. She was truly the most beautiful person I had ever seen and 100% my physical "ideal" - natural blonde hair, huge blue eyes, long eyelashes, very pale smooth skin, big nose that indicates to me some serious sexual potency (but that she hates of course), exaggerated cheekbones, 5'4", 120 lbs, very large natural 32dd breasts, tiny waist, tiny legs and a big round butt, even blonde bush (huge turn-on for me) - the kind of girl that you would imagine if she were a glamour model wouldn't have to work much and still make bank. And the first time we slept together she actually asked if I had ever done porn - whenever I get nervous I can't cum, and trust that I was very nervous that night. I have one of the biggest cocks that she's ever seen (7.25 x 5.75"), am uncut, made her cum the first time we slept together (which I was surprised about as that was the first time that had ever happened to me), and when I was finally able to get off after hours of some seriously hot, passionate fucking, surprised even myself with a HUGE, blasting cumshot. She was very happy with the sex and reported that she had not had any for a very long time. The nature of her work (being paid for looks) made her depressed and after about a year the sex started to slow down. She blamed it on things really coming to a head with her work and how paranoid she was starting to get that people would start recognizing her - she had actual professional aspirations. After a year and a half she moved to the city and we got a place together. Gradually with my help she was able to change professions and leave all the nakedness behind, and resumed university courses. Even though she continued to get royalty checks, it seems as though she was starting to completely forget about it. However, something changed - her sex drive started to decrease and what I noticed was that she wasn't masturbating or talking about sex anymore. We are always really honest with each other and are not ashamed to admit this kind of stuff. She even stopped watching other porn when she stopped working and I think that is indicative of the gradual shutdown of her sex drive. With the engagement, a little bit of spark came back, and with the subsequent marriage we had a very fun, adventurous, active honeymoon period that lasted about 2 months.