At work I got along great with a guy, but he had a girlfriend. She was nice, I met her, she had a real ordinary body, kind of skinny, with small boobs. From the day I met her I wondered what she would be like in bed. When I get with a girl I am very oral, I love to eat pussy and I especially love to suck boobs and make out. For me it is about getting my mouth all over her. I like oral too, I like having my boobs played with and kissed and sucked, as I said I love to make out, and if the girl is willing, I love to have my pussy eaten.

That is what I saw when I met her, a girl I would love to get naked with.

One day I was talking with my coworker and he brought up the part about fucking two women at once, that every guy thinks about it. I told him that I loved to get fucked, and if the right girl was there, I could see myself sharing the moment. The truth is that I don't particularly like getting fucked, although that comes with the territory, between getting fucked and a hot night with a girl, I will choose the girl every time. But here, he was talking about something where maybe I could get with his girlfriend.

We worked late one night, it was a project to get this shipment out, and I was bent over trying to get this box taped up when he goosed me. He put his hand right up my backside as I was bent over and grabbed me hard. I stood up and slapped him, I didn't even think, I called him an asshole, I was angry beyond control. He was harsh with me and told me that he figured he would fuck me. With his hand he pushed me against the wall and to undo my pants and let them down. When my pants were down, he told me to undo his pants and let them down. Then to bend over so he could fuck me he, or he would push me down on the table and fuck me. His cock was hard and opted for bending over.

With his hand grabbing my neck from behind, he bent me over until he got his cock in me and fucked me. He fucked me and I had an orgasm, I couldn't stop myself. He could tell and he finished fucking me and called me bitch and told me he wanted his cock sucked. I got fucked a whole lot after that night, always his bitch. Whenever I asked him about his girlfriend, he told me she was hands off, he was going to marry her and he didn't want me to get with her. I reminded him about what he had said, but his answer was one thing was fucking two bitches, but he never meant his girlfriend.

When he got married, I felt left out. One thing was talking about him getting married, and another was him actually getting married. Soon she was pregnant and he was paying a lot of attention to her, and he wasn't paying attention to me. He still saw me, but he was fucking me on my back and wanting to talk and having me sucking him softly and then laying on my back so he could get on me and fuck me. I told him I wasn't his wife, that what turned me on about him was that he didn't take shit when he fucked me. I admitted to him that I liked being controlled and fucked. That is what got me horny, that is how I got wet. That marriage sex just took forever for me to get ready.

After a year of marriage sex, and him with his wife and new son, I told him that if he wanted me for marriage sex, then I was going to get pregnant and I wanted him to keep me like he kept his wife. That for every kid he had with her he would have a kid with me. I wanted what she wanted. And I realized that it had been a long time since I had thought about getting with her, I never even thought about any more, I hadn't thought about another woman in a long time.

When I was pregnant, I got needy and jealous. When he was with her, I died of jealousy. So much so, that one afternoon after work, instead of going back to my apartment, I went to their house. I drove over there and six months pregnant I rang the doorbell and said hello to his wife and that I wanted to talk to her. I told her that he was the father, and that we needed to talk. I had been with him for three years, since before he married her, and he spent a lot of time with me, but she was clueless that he was seeing me on the side. I was sure she knew, I knew everything about her, everything, he told me everything, but he had not told her about me.

It was a cold feeling. Somewhere I started to realize that I was the other woman, that I was cheating with him. She was totally into her marriage, and now her husband had a pregnant lover. I apologized, for being with him, and for breaking down her walls. I sat there and while she talked, really while she cried and talked, and I told over and over again how much he loved her, that he had married her and not me, and how he kept her in her house, I kept thinking to myself what if when he was still dating her and messing around with me, he had put us together. What would than have been like. Both of us getting fucked together. She was crying and I was thinking about that.

She cried herself out, and all I could do was try to comfort her. But she never asked me to leave. I was pregnant, and she could see that and we ended up talking about how long I had been with him, which was before they got married, and I told her truthfully that I was only with him, I did not see any other men. I had my arm around her, and she let me hold her and I reminded her that she had met me once and I told her how I thought she was beautiful and how if she would let me I would hold her and let her cry.

He does fuck us both, in that sense he has been fucking two women at the same time. But we never did get in bed together, the bed was not for both of us at the same time. We didn't live together, but we became friends and shared him between us. I never did do it with another girl again, I just never had the desire again. Married, in my way, with a kid took all that away. I learned to really like marriage sex. There is just something about having marriage sex, and waking up with your man beside you. We talk openly about her and she tells me that he talks openly about me. Somehow he managed to get what he wanted, two women at the same time. I'm glad one of them is me.