Bi-Sexual Male / 43
My Husband Introduced Me To Her
By the time I got to high school I had told myself I was going to stay virgin. I was also focused on my grades, my ticket to college was a scholarship. I scored 1425 on my SATs, and with a straight A average I earned a full ride scholarship to our premier state university. I studied business, then an MBA on a scholarship from a Fortune 100. I went to work in their management development program.
It was only after I was working full time that I became man hungry. I went out with other single women looking to get lucky. I met a guy, older, he worked in another department. At lunch one day he confronted me, why was I letting guys I didn't know fuck me. He said I had a reputation as a slut, and man hungry. Keep my legs crossed or I was going to end up in the slut pool.
He became my guardian, an attack dog. No one could get close to me. I got a lot of criticism from him. Keep my legs closed, my kitchen clean, my laundry done. My place was filthy and unwelcoming. Offer to cook, why did I feel I had to go out. He invited me to a museum fundraiser, where I met this older woman. He suggested I volunteer to work with her. She was unashamedly lesbian. Now I was spending time surrounded by lesbians. Listening to women talk about picking up some girl. I tried quitting, but he shoved my nose back in there. I realized he didn't want me around men.
My abstinence lasted three years, before he asked me to bare myself for him. I walked down the isle knowing I was marrying a man who held a short leash on me. I was judged by my kitchen, and home cooked meals. He took me furniture shopping, nursery room shopping. I got my ass together. I've been married twenty years now, we have four children. I almost got rejected completely, I could have ended up in the slut pool.
A leash, behavior modification, resocializing. In the end the girl he wanted was that girl before college. I pretend and he's happy. Curiously my best friend is a 'girl' I met volunteering at the museum. What he doesn't know can't hurt him.
It was only after I was working full time that I became man hungry. I went out with other single women looking to get lucky. I met a guy, older, he worked in another department. At lunch one day he confronted me, why was I letting guys I didn't know fuck me. He said I had a reputation as a slut, and man hungry. Keep my legs crossed or I was going to end up in the slut pool.
He became my guardian, an attack dog. No one could get close to me. I got a lot of criticism from him. Keep my legs closed, my kitchen clean, my laundry done. My place was filthy and unwelcoming. Offer to cook, why did I feel I had to go out. He invited me to a museum fundraiser, where I met this older woman. He suggested I volunteer to work with her. She was unashamedly lesbian. Now I was spending time surrounded by lesbians. Listening to women talk about picking up some girl. I tried quitting, but he shoved my nose back in there. I realized he didn't want me around men.
My abstinence lasted three years, before he asked me to bare myself for him. I walked down the isle knowing I was marrying a man who held a short leash on me. I was judged by my kitchen, and home cooked meals. He took me furniture shopping, nursery room shopping. I got my ass together. I've been married twenty years now, we have four children. I almost got rejected completely, I could have ended up in the slut pool.
A leash, behavior modification, resocializing. In the end the girl he wanted was that girl before college. I pretend and he's happy. Curiously my best friend is a 'girl' I met volunteering at the museum. What he doesn't know can't hurt him.
