My Ladies

During my college days I had two girlfriends, it was the make love not war time and they made love together, and gave their bodies up to be made love to. Somehow I became their old man, and they became my ladies. For a long time it was all about sex, they could become entwined in a sexual embrace that lasted for an hour, like it or not when they pulled me in it was to have me work one of them over and complete myself inside her, tossed away exhausted they returned to their love making.

After college I went to work for General Dynamics and they tagged along. Unlike my college dump of an apartment I could now afford a house. They each got jobs and we were buying furniture, original art from the local art fairs, and clothes, they loved dressing up. Our lifestyle was a combination of formal home living, dinners, laundry day, market day. They had their life, slipping deeper and deeper into their full frame lesbian life.

Until I met and dated a lady. The jealousy was palpable, their woman hate for this lady vocal. I was their old man, and they were my ladies, a new lady was unwelcome. After several very serious arguments they united and declared themselves at my disposal. I asked them disposal for what? Disposal to be impregnated, no need for a new fancy lady, they were available, just take what I wanted.

What I had failed to realize is that these lesbian beauties needed me to act, to come for them. College was different, but now the old man was responsible for taking the wife he wanted, and they were at a loss as to why I wasn't coming to visit them. I am just not an Alpha type, but the ladies wanted Alpha and I evolved into an Alpha male with them , and they were happy and there was no real need for another lady.