In my sophomore year of college I got pregnant and dropped out for a year after my baby was born. My boyfriend graduated a year earlier than me because of the baby. He took a job in the big city an hour and half from me. He came 'home' every weekend to be with me and the baby. He also paid all the bills, including my school tuition, etc.

For Christmas break, I went to stay with him for the entire time. I love being a family and Christmas with our baby was important to me. During the break he introduced me to a girl he knew from work. He told me had 'banged' her a couple of times because he was beyond horny and I wasn't there. Leave out my feelings on him cheating, the issue is that she doesn't consider herself as having just been 'banged'. She told me that as she saw it, I am the ex girlfriend, she respected all that and the baby, but now she was with him. He told us to make up and stop making an issue out of it.

On Christmas Eve she came over and brought a gift for me and one for the baby. She also stayed and told me she wanted to wake up with us and do Christmas together. At 5:00 a.m. she came and go in bed with us because she just did not want to be alone on Christmas morning. When I got up to take care of the baby she moved over and got in the middle. My boyfriend held her and told me to change the baby and come and get in bed and we would all snuggle up. Unbelievably he rolled on top of her and they made love. Christmas was not what I wanted. I threatened to leave and go back to my college apartment. She stayed the whole week between Christmas and New Years and he had sex with her every day, on New Years Eve he had sex with me once my period was over, with her leaning over me and caressing my face and telling me I looked beautiful. I was incredibly horny and I held her head and kissed her.

I went back to college for the start of my last semester. Half way through the semester, on one of the weekends 'they' came up, because now she came up every weekend with him, they announced that she was pregnant.

My life from that day on has been about juggling my relationships with both of them, graduating from college, caring for my baby, helping her with her baby, I do the babysitting for both of us. There is three way stuff, not every time but a lot of the time. Believe me I never dreamt that I would be making love with another woman, never. We make love, with him it is a sex thing. But there is none of the laying in bed holding hands and whispers and kisses. It is wham, bang, thank you ma'am.

When I see him make love to her, have intercourse with her, when she is aroused I am attracted to her in the worst way, it is my turn to caress her face and tell her how beautiful she is and share kisses with her. After intercourse we are usually completely aroused for each other and we make love for a long time, we have our way of achieving climax and only then does the desire dissipate away.

These last four years have been wild and unexpected. My feelings of who I am are totally different now. Something deep inside of me woke up. I am not ashamed any more to make love with her I won't say I don't like getting 'banged', I do. But slipping away with her under the covers with her gives me peace and fulfillment.