Lesbian Female / 29
My For Ever After She Came With Baggage And I've Been Making Babies
Life is a gamble, you just never know what cards your holding. I was 23, with a Social Studies background, 66K of student debt, 17K of credit card debt. It was also impossible to get a good paying job with benefits. I worked as a server and retail, and when a job opened up for an entry level HR generalist I jumped on it, with benefits. The pay was 17 an hour. Not enough to move out of my parent's.
At work I met a 37 year old Canadian woman who worked upstairs. She was my only friend there. It was a couple of weeks she dropped that she was a Canadian lesbian, married to an American businessman. Canadian lesbians are supposed to be more pragmatic, a man husband offered a lot of benefits. Like coming to America. Over many weeks she told me about freezing up on her husband, about getting involved with a girl and him blowing his top, about him going ballistic because she had herself sterilized at 19. A free thing for lesbians in Canada.
She regretted it immediately but it was too late. Now she couldn't do what her husband married her for and she had to confess to her husband about her 19 year old impulse. If I brought it up, or she did, we talked about using my young fertile body to help her keep her husband happy. She would ask him to help me with my debt. He agreed, but demanded a minimum of two children, he would pay off my student and credit card debt, but he wanted me to provide the breast milk.
The actual event was clinical, on my knees on a towel at the side of the bed, bent down with my face in a pillow, he approached and helped by his wife he inserted and she helped him inject his sperm as far up against my cervical opening. Of course during my most fertile days. After three injection sessions, I conceived on schedule. On my birthing date the wife joined the surrogate mother in the delivery. Laying 'the' baby on my bare chest she cried about our very own beautiful baby girl and asked if we could name her Jules. Our baby was breast fed, our baby was over mothered, our baby wanted a sibling which she got eighteen months later.
Our baby, our baby, we lived together. My debts paid off I was able to stay 'home' and be with our babies. Between her and her husband there was more than enough money for a real nice house. I've skipped the obvious, all kissing was on the mouth, all sleeping was with her. So our babies was right, our babies came with a father. Our babies. I suppose at one point she sat down with her husband and discussed the obvious.
In short he generously made himself available and he injected a set of twin boys just to make it even. He got his boys, we got our girls. Our house is in a cookie cutter block, his house is next door. It's the only way we could afford two houses. I wouldn't know if the housekeeper has extra duties, none of our business, but she takes a long time cleaning his house. We have another very experienced older lady helping us. Sometimes he wants to bear hug us. Sometimes the bear hugs get awfully long, but he is the Daddy, and not just to our babies.
At work I met a 37 year old Canadian woman who worked upstairs. She was my only friend there. It was a couple of weeks she dropped that she was a Canadian lesbian, married to an American businessman. Canadian lesbians are supposed to be more pragmatic, a man husband offered a lot of benefits. Like coming to America. Over many weeks she told me about freezing up on her husband, about getting involved with a girl and him blowing his top, about him going ballistic because she had herself sterilized at 19. A free thing for lesbians in Canada.
She regretted it immediately but it was too late. Now she couldn't do what her husband married her for and she had to confess to her husband about her 19 year old impulse. If I brought it up, or she did, we talked about using my young fertile body to help her keep her husband happy. She would ask him to help me with my debt. He agreed, but demanded a minimum of two children, he would pay off my student and credit card debt, but he wanted me to provide the breast milk.
The actual event was clinical, on my knees on a towel at the side of the bed, bent down with my face in a pillow, he approached and helped by his wife he inserted and she helped him inject his sperm as far up against my cervical opening. Of course during my most fertile days. After three injection sessions, I conceived on schedule. On my birthing date the wife joined the surrogate mother in the delivery. Laying 'the' baby on my bare chest she cried about our very own beautiful baby girl and asked if we could name her Jules. Our baby was breast fed, our baby was over mothered, our baby wanted a sibling which she got eighteen months later.
Our baby, our baby, we lived together. My debts paid off I was able to stay 'home' and be with our babies. Between her and her husband there was more than enough money for a real nice house. I've skipped the obvious, all kissing was on the mouth, all sleeping was with her. So our babies was right, our babies came with a father. Our babies. I suppose at one point she sat down with her husband and discussed the obvious.
In short he generously made himself available and he injected a set of twin boys just to make it even. He got his boys, we got our girls. Our house is in a cookie cutter block, his house is next door. It's the only way we could afford two houses. I wouldn't know if the housekeeper has extra duties, none of our business, but she takes a long time cleaning his house. We have another very experienced older lady helping us. Sometimes he wants to bear hug us. Sometimes the bear hugs get awfully long, but he is the Daddy, and not just to our babies.
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