Married A Lesbian Girl On A Whim, She's Been With Me 20 Years Now
This goes back to 2003. I was a graduating senior, she was also a senior, foreign student from Latin America. She and I had a class together and were assigned a group project, that's how we became friends. She was a mix of sorts, a devout Catholic, a lesbian, a stepfather who despised her (for being a lesbian) and wouldn't let her into his house, a mother who was totally intimidated. Her worst nightmare was finishing college and having to return to her country (which also was unwelcome to lesbians).
In a moment of enlightenment I suggested that if she got married she could stay and avoid the whole issue, after she got her papers she would be free to follow her own path. But, I told her during the time she was married she had to play the whole role, she had to be the 'wife' and I was the 'husband'. I didn't do dishes, I didn't cook and I didn't make the bed. Two years for her papers, she agreed, but no sex. I agreed, but I could have a girlfriend or two.
We eloped and let her family know, who were of course angry and unsupportive, and my family wanted to know who was this girl. She had a very hard time being a wife person, she hated it to the core of her bones. Playing the role went against the grain with her. And as for me, well she was my wife and one night I told her that I wanted to see her naked. I had a right to see her naked. She was not helpful, and piece by piece until I pulled off her panties and she lay naked on the bed in front of me. Naked, I spread her legs open, and I took off my pants and consummated the marriage. Now she 'was' my wife.
I don't know, but I had sex with her several more times that week and going into the following week. On her bed, on my bed, in the living room on the carpet, across the arm of the easy chair. Wherever she was my dick was after her and my dick did what dicks do, I fucked her. The more I fucked her the more I wanted to fuck her. I never took into account that she was a devout Catholic, and she had always only been with other women, she got pregnant and now 'she' was married. She didn't like sex, but sex became part and parcel of being married, as was her being pregnant. She did the wife stuff, the cooking and cleaning and I did the husband stuff, worked my ass off so she could stay home and be pregnant.
Over these twenty years I have had a few lovers. She never really understood why I didn't stick with one and make her my mistress. As long as I was getting sex with a lover she didn't have to put up with it herself. Nothing is worse for her than me coming home from a two week trip and getting two weeks of sex out of her. She has a friend, Monica. with whom she has sex. She won't let me watch and if I catch her in a moment of intimacy she argues back, what did I expect. She and Monica are a pair, joined at the hip or something like that.
Monica is the man in the relationship, and she and I get along well enough, as long as she doesn't get into arguing women's rights and LGBT nonsense. Keep it out of my house, and help wash the dishes. My wife, btw, has two children.
Last night, after work, I came home and my wife looked particularly appealing. She is 100% Latina, small, small tits and hips, very pretty to my eyes, and has that air about her. I took her back to her room and told her I wanted it, right then and there. Close the door and get her ass on the bed and give me her tits and her pussy, and I fucked her. She is particularly a good fuck, even if she mostly lays there and keeps asking if I'm finished. After sex she answered me by telling me to get a girlfriend. I told her I didn't want a girlfriend, I want to fuck her, I want her cooking for me, and I want her being my wife like we agreed when we got married.
Of course my wife won't ever say it, but she really does like me getting horny for her. She tells Monica later, 'I'm his wife and you know that, don't say anything'. Monica keeps her mouth shut, she knows better than to argue with my wife about that.
