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My Family
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Bi-Sexual Female / 35
At 20 I was just not happy, I wasn't in a relationship and I had no idea why I was in college. I saw an add in the paper for nanny to woman with an infant and a one year old. Full time to help her with the babies and the house. It paid better than minimum wage. I telephoned interviewed with her and then went to her house.
She lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, I would say a very nice upper income neighborhood, with real big houses and large yards. This middle aged woman opened the door, she was the maid, and I waited for the woman I had spoken with to come talk with me. She was my age, and she had this baby in her arms and she looked terrible, as in frightened and overwhelmed. We talked and I asked her if I could hold the baby and while I was holding her she went upstairs to bring down her son, who was barely one year old.
We talked and she offered me something to drink and she called the maid to serve us and we talked and we talked, we were like two old friends, we traded babies and she nursed the new born and we talked some more. It was two hours later and she hadn't even talked about the job. The maid came in and said she was leaving, and we were alone.
She put her hand on my hand and I felt like she was pleading that I help her, she saw how I held the babies and she told me she hated the maid and didn't want anything to do with her, if I didn't mind helping her with the babies and the housework she would get rig of the maid because her husband had told her she could have one or the other.
I had already said yes when I saw her, I knew this is where I needed to be. Her hand was still on my hand, it was so warm and I didn't dare move my hand or take it away. When I was ready to leave it was dark, she said her husband who was a doctor came home around 8, and she still had to fix dinner and get the babies ready, so I helped her with the babies, we laughed and bathed the babies and dressed them for bed and she nursed again, and I fed the little boy and after we laid them down we went to the kitchen to fix dinner.
She asked me to stay so I could meet her husband, he would take me home so I wouldn't have to take the train at night and we set three places and when he came home she was all over him, she was like a two year old waiting on her daddy. I was jealous, my stomach got in a knot, I was so nervous, I felt this thing inside of me I had never felt. I shook hands with her husband, he was very nice and after he changed for dinner we sat down and we had this three way conversation, and she told her husband I was going to come stay with them and help her with the babies and the house and that she wanted him to call the maid service and ask that maid not to come back. She committed to him to take care of the house and everything because she knew that between the two of us we could take care of it.
I moved in that weekend, my own room with its own bathroom, next door to the nursery. The master was down the hall, and when the door to the master was pulled close that I felt these terrible pangs of jealousy, I knew what he was doing with her and I didn't want him to touch her, I was having trouble admitting to myself that I was in love with her. But all day while I was with her, she and I were together every minute of the day. The day went by fast, we cared for the babies, we took care of the house, we did everything together. If we washed we washed together, if we cleaned we cleaned together, if we went to the grocery store we went together. We even laid down with the babies together, to be with them, while she nursed, or just to take a nap with them.
One day while we were out at the mall, just getting out of the house, we went to eat and we each handled one baby, and she said she was happy her kids could have two mommies. After that she would always talk to the kids about being with mommy, she would say things 'like your other mommy is going to change you', or 'sit on your mommy's lap', when she was referring to me and asking her one year old to go to me.
We were laying on the bed with them, while she was nursing the baby and she reached over to touch my face and move my hair out of the way, she pulled over a bit and kissed me on the mouth and she said I made her happy, and she wanted me to know that she loved me and she wanted me to be with her, that the most important part of the day was when she got up and we could be together. She asked me if I loved her too. I said yes, and we kissed for a while, and we just said nothing.
After that we weren't scared anymore of touching or hugging or kissing. We kissed a lot, kissed while were cooking dinner, kissed while we bathed the babies, kissed and kissed and kissed. We kissed a lot, some were short sweet kissed, and some were really really long, and we always told each other how much we loved each other. One afternoon, I was standing by the bay window just looking out over the yard and she came up from behind and put her arms around me and just held me tight. It was a year since I had moved in and the time had just slipped by.
That evening, we were folding clothes, and she asked me if I wanted to have a couple of babies of my own, if I had babies then we would be tied together for eternity, we could never be separated. I looked at her, and she was serious, she said she wanted me to have a baby for her. She wanted me to think of her while I was getting pregnant and have a baby for her.
At that point I kissed her and told her that to have a baby we had to decide on many things, because to have a baby I needed a father and had to talk to her husband. She agreed and she told me she had been asking her husband for many weeks, and he had agreed if that made her happy. She asked me if could be with him, in bed. She asked me if I had ever been with a man, and I said no, that wasn't me and she knew that, and she told me it wasn't that bad really, it was quick, over and done with, I just had to think of how life was and that was part of life and I would like it if I just gave myself over to it.
I slept with him and her, he asked me once I was in bed if I was ready for it, he wanted me to be totally ok with what I was going to do, he wanted me to be totally ready for it, and if I was ready because there was no going back, ever. I laid on my back and said I was ready and he got on me and I felt his total weight on me and his hips got between my legs and I felt his penis as he spread me one with his legs and he penetrated until his hips were so tight against me and he held my head so I could only look into his eyes and while he was thrusting into me he kept telling me I was becoming his wife and when he ejaculated into me he held me real tight and told me that now I was his wife.
We live in one house we have four children, two girls and then two boys, it has been 15 years since I went to see about a job and I found my true love, we are two as one, in our house there is one male entity and one female entity, we live our life in our home, we don't work except occasionally in civic or charity events. I adopted the family name and I use it for everything, we have cross guardianships for the children, we are both mommy or mom, depending on what they want.
After I became a wife that night, while I tried so hard to think of her while I was getting pregnant and he kept me focused on him, when he told me I was his wife, after we laid together and I was being held so tight in her arms, he told us that our genitals were only for him, genital sex was reserved for him. We are two lesbian women, of that there is no doubt, I have always been a lesbian, and so is she, our circumstances of finding each other just put us in his house, and we both have a deep respect for him and accept him as the man of the house in which we live and we surrender ourselves to him, in all respects, and we have respected his one wish, we reserve all genital sex for him, otherwise we are free to be as close and intimate as we want to be.
We live in Champaign Illinois, our husband is physician, I am 35 now, we live in this same house where we first met and fell in love with her that first night. That night when she put her hand on my hand I was destined not to leave her side. My day starts when I wake up in the morning, I am always in her arms, and I know that my day starts with the woman I love and the family that we have. We love our husband, and let him know it every day, but it is not the same love, it is a deep deep feeling that comes from being in his house and his presence, I don't know how to explain it. I wait for him to come home every night, I understand how she felt that first night I saw her jump into his arms.
She lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, I would say a very nice upper income neighborhood, with real big houses and large yards. This middle aged woman opened the door, she was the maid, and I waited for the woman I had spoken with to come talk with me. She was my age, and she had this baby in her arms and she looked terrible, as in frightened and overwhelmed. We talked and I asked her if I could hold the baby and while I was holding her she went upstairs to bring down her son, who was barely one year old.
We talked and she offered me something to drink and she called the maid to serve us and we talked and we talked, we were like two old friends, we traded babies and she nursed the new born and we talked some more. It was two hours later and she hadn't even talked about the job. The maid came in and said she was leaving, and we were alone.
She put her hand on my hand and I felt like she was pleading that I help her, she saw how I held the babies and she told me she hated the maid and didn't want anything to do with her, if I didn't mind helping her with the babies and the housework she would get rig of the maid because her husband had told her she could have one or the other.
I had already said yes when I saw her, I knew this is where I needed to be. Her hand was still on my hand, it was so warm and I didn't dare move my hand or take it away. When I was ready to leave it was dark, she said her husband who was a doctor came home around 8, and she still had to fix dinner and get the babies ready, so I helped her with the babies, we laughed and bathed the babies and dressed them for bed and she nursed again, and I fed the little boy and after we laid them down we went to the kitchen to fix dinner.
She asked me to stay so I could meet her husband, he would take me home so I wouldn't have to take the train at night and we set three places and when he came home she was all over him, she was like a two year old waiting on her daddy. I was jealous, my stomach got in a knot, I was so nervous, I felt this thing inside of me I had never felt. I shook hands with her husband, he was very nice and after he changed for dinner we sat down and we had this three way conversation, and she told her husband I was going to come stay with them and help her with the babies and the house and that she wanted him to call the maid service and ask that maid not to come back. She committed to him to take care of the house and everything because she knew that between the two of us we could take care of it.
I moved in that weekend, my own room with its own bathroom, next door to the nursery. The master was down the hall, and when the door to the master was pulled close that I felt these terrible pangs of jealousy, I knew what he was doing with her and I didn't want him to touch her, I was having trouble admitting to myself that I was in love with her. But all day while I was with her, she and I were together every minute of the day. The day went by fast, we cared for the babies, we took care of the house, we did everything together. If we washed we washed together, if we cleaned we cleaned together, if we went to the grocery store we went together. We even laid down with the babies together, to be with them, while she nursed, or just to take a nap with them.
One day while we were out at the mall, just getting out of the house, we went to eat and we each handled one baby, and she said she was happy her kids could have two mommies. After that she would always talk to the kids about being with mommy, she would say things 'like your other mommy is going to change you', or 'sit on your mommy's lap', when she was referring to me and asking her one year old to go to me.
We were laying on the bed with them, while she was nursing the baby and she reached over to touch my face and move my hair out of the way, she pulled over a bit and kissed me on the mouth and she said I made her happy, and she wanted me to know that she loved me and she wanted me to be with her, that the most important part of the day was when she got up and we could be together. She asked me if I loved her too. I said yes, and we kissed for a while, and we just said nothing.
After that we weren't scared anymore of touching or hugging or kissing. We kissed a lot, kissed while were cooking dinner, kissed while we bathed the babies, kissed and kissed and kissed. We kissed a lot, some were short sweet kissed, and some were really really long, and we always told each other how much we loved each other. One afternoon, I was standing by the bay window just looking out over the yard and she came up from behind and put her arms around me and just held me tight. It was a year since I had moved in and the time had just slipped by.
That evening, we were folding clothes, and she asked me if I wanted to have a couple of babies of my own, if I had babies then we would be tied together for eternity, we could never be separated. I looked at her, and she was serious, she said she wanted me to have a baby for her. She wanted me to think of her while I was getting pregnant and have a baby for her.
At that point I kissed her and told her that to have a baby we had to decide on many things, because to have a baby I needed a father and had to talk to her husband. She agreed and she told me she had been asking her husband for many weeks, and he had agreed if that made her happy. She asked me if could be with him, in bed. She asked me if I had ever been with a man, and I said no, that wasn't me and she knew that, and she told me it wasn't that bad really, it was quick, over and done with, I just had to think of how life was and that was part of life and I would like it if I just gave myself over to it.
I slept with him and her, he asked me once I was in bed if I was ready for it, he wanted me to be totally ok with what I was going to do, he wanted me to be totally ready for it, and if I was ready because there was no going back, ever. I laid on my back and said I was ready and he got on me and I felt his total weight on me and his hips got between my legs and I felt his penis as he spread me one with his legs and he penetrated until his hips were so tight against me and he held my head so I could only look into his eyes and while he was thrusting into me he kept telling me I was becoming his wife and when he ejaculated into me he held me real tight and told me that now I was his wife.
We live in one house we have four children, two girls and then two boys, it has been 15 years since I went to see about a job and I found my true love, we are two as one, in our house there is one male entity and one female entity, we live our life in our home, we don't work except occasionally in civic or charity events. I adopted the family name and I use it for everything, we have cross guardianships for the children, we are both mommy or mom, depending on what they want.
After I became a wife that night, while I tried so hard to think of her while I was getting pregnant and he kept me focused on him, when he told me I was his wife, after we laid together and I was being held so tight in her arms, he told us that our genitals were only for him, genital sex was reserved for him. We are two lesbian women, of that there is no doubt, I have always been a lesbian, and so is she, our circumstances of finding each other just put us in his house, and we both have a deep respect for him and accept him as the man of the house in which we live and we surrender ourselves to him, in all respects, and we have respected his one wish, we reserve all genital sex for him, otherwise we are free to be as close and intimate as we want to be.
We live in Champaign Illinois, our husband is physician, I am 35 now, we live in this same house where we first met and fell in love with her that first night. That night when she put her hand on my hand I was destined not to leave her side. My day starts when I wake up in the morning, I am always in her arms, and I know that my day starts with the woman I love and the family that we have. We love our husband, and let him know it every day, but it is not the same love, it is a deep deep feeling that comes from being in his house and his presence, I don't know how to explain it. I wait for him to come home every night, I understand how she felt that first night I saw her jump into his arms.
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