I have had to change some of the ages, and setup, here to protect the identity of this Lady, but all the rest happened. I say Lady now, but at the time, she was a real, Bitch, and made my early years of married life, Hell. After some years of courting her Daughter, we got married. She lived with her Mum, and I, moving in, was seen as a threat to the situaition. I suppose, looking back, it did not help, that Mum-in-Law, could hear everything that went off in the bedroom. Being newly married, that involved the bed banging against the wall with some vigor. I, to get my own back, on the rows that she would have with me, did not help, by leaving the door to the bedroom, slightly open, so that Mum-in-Law could see me, ontop off her daughter, Fucking away, like rabbits. But at the time, it was all out War, between us, point to me, etc. But over time, she would spend, more, and more time, looking in through the gap in the door. Wokking late shifts, were best. It ment that I did not have to put up with her rows, and she would be in bed when i got in. I had to take her meals, and cups of tea up, but although i was polite, she would stare right through me. But in a few years, things settled down, and a truce of sorts, came about. The change was slow in comming, but were as i would assert my maleness, by giving her a good view of my erect cock, as she looked through the partly closed door, as she came up to bed in the afternoon, and i was getting ready for work. This time she looked in longer, i could she her reflection in the mirror. I turned round, she was gone, closing the door to her room. But after a few minutes, she was moaning. More to come.