Straight Female / 40
In Just A Moment In Time My Life Path Changed To Housewife And Mother
As a college junior I had a dick shoved in my mouth and then up my ass at a party in front of everyone. Other people were having sex and most all the women had sucked dick and that's why I had a dick shoved in my mouth. The back door fucking wasn't anything I wanted but I wasn't able to get away either. Once my pants were down I had lost the battle so I begged off to not get pregnant, he just changed holes and finished fucking me in the ass that night.
I thought I would be traumatized. But that didn't happen. I had to face him in the daylight and he told me that one was done when it came to fucking my ass, from then on he wanted pussy front and center. That wasn't a request, that was an order. I had never been spoken to like that and that hurt my feelings, but he wanted me that afternoon of the next day and he had me the way he wanted me, pussy front and forward. And I got pregnant.
My life's path had now been changed and most of the girls told me to suck it up, no pun intended, and start baking cookies, or doing laundry. Guys liked the housewife types, not the ball buster types. It wasn't in me to do his laundry, but I did it. He wanted a hot meal not sandwiches. I wasn't even his wife but I was his wife the way he treated me. And everyone around me knew it. They had seen me get butt fucked by him.
What would have been my last semester I had to sit out because of the baby. I also sat out the summer. He was scheduled for graduation that December, and I managed to get in enough hours that fall semester to graduate with him. The rule was the rule, I go wherever he takes me. If he went to the South Pole, that's where I went with him. I didn't want to work for the obvious reason, I wanted to stay home with my baby. That came out, the mothering instinct, and I had to do laundry anyway.
We moved for a job when he got an offer. It was new to both of us. In the new city, in a shitty apartment building, he told me that we might as well get married, he wanted me to have another kid. It took another kid and three years before we moved into a small house in the starter home neighborhood. Most all the mother's there were pretty much in the same boat I was. Younger, with husbands working and they staying home with kids. We got together for birthday parties, and holidays. We were classically fifties mothers. It wasn't until we had four kids that we moved to a better neighborhood, and then only because his grandmother left him some money.
In pretty much all aspects my life has been good to me. I have four kids, a couple in college and a couple finishing high school. I turned 40, and my husband does not want a working wife, he wants me to be home, where I belong. I don't fight it, I gave in a long time ago. My path became housewife and mother, not a school teacher. On the advise of one of my college friends, just make sure he has a large insurance policy.
I thought I would be traumatized. But that didn't happen. I had to face him in the daylight and he told me that one was done when it came to fucking my ass, from then on he wanted pussy front and center. That wasn't a request, that was an order. I had never been spoken to like that and that hurt my feelings, but he wanted me that afternoon of the next day and he had me the way he wanted me, pussy front and forward. And I got pregnant.
My life's path had now been changed and most of the girls told me to suck it up, no pun intended, and start baking cookies, or doing laundry. Guys liked the housewife types, not the ball buster types. It wasn't in me to do his laundry, but I did it. He wanted a hot meal not sandwiches. I wasn't even his wife but I was his wife the way he treated me. And everyone around me knew it. They had seen me get butt fucked by him.
What would have been my last semester I had to sit out because of the baby. I also sat out the summer. He was scheduled for graduation that December, and I managed to get in enough hours that fall semester to graduate with him. The rule was the rule, I go wherever he takes me. If he went to the South Pole, that's where I went with him. I didn't want to work for the obvious reason, I wanted to stay home with my baby. That came out, the mothering instinct, and I had to do laundry anyway.
We moved for a job when he got an offer. It was new to both of us. In the new city, in a shitty apartment building, he told me that we might as well get married, he wanted me to have another kid. It took another kid and three years before we moved into a small house in the starter home neighborhood. Most all the mother's there were pretty much in the same boat I was. Younger, with husbands working and they staying home with kids. We got together for birthday parties, and holidays. We were classically fifties mothers. It wasn't until we had four kids that we moved to a better neighborhood, and then only because his grandmother left him some money.
In pretty much all aspects my life has been good to me. I have four kids, a couple in college and a couple finishing high school. I turned 40, and my husband does not want a working wife, he wants me to be home, where I belong. I don't fight it, I gave in a long time ago. My path became housewife and mother, not a school teacher. On the advise of one of my college friends, just make sure he has a large insurance policy.
