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My Spouse
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Straight Female / 28
I Got Married For Real On Easter Sunday
At the beginning of the pandemic I had a sales assistance job at a houseware store. When the shutdowns began I lost my job. I was renting a furnished one bedroom in a small condo complex and I could not pay the rent. I told a man who lived there I had to move and we got into a conversation. He had a second bedroom and bath and offered it for a few weeks until I could make plans.
It was a better solution than moving back with my parents. I packed my stuff, cleaned the apartment and moved into his spare bedroom. I made myself useful, looked online for a job, the weeks went by and I couldn't land a job. There was nothing, everything had dried up. He paid for everything, my unemployment check seemed to be just enough to pay for my personal hygiene stuff. At his work he put me on his health insurance as his significant other, same address.
Then in July he had to work from home. The kitchen table meant I had to hide in the bedroom, or read in the living room, but not watch tv. It was really confining. Until he told me we had to make adjustments to persevere. Move me into his room with him, make the second bedroom an office so I could have a normal life. It wasn't about sex, but it was about sex. Once I was in his bed he had sex with me. He reached for me, pulled me over, pushed my panties down my legs until I took them off, he pulled me under him and fucked me, holding me to him by the neck.
When he was ready to cum, he grabbed me real hard and said out loud 'this is what it's like to fuck a wife'. Wife, he called me a wife. It was like I had wings, I went into my own orgasm. I wanted to say but I didn't, that I wanted right then, more than anything to be his wife. The months went by, the working from home got old, we lived in this world on an island, just the two of us. His job was secure, I never got a job. From time to time when he fucked me he would tell me he really liked fucking his wife.
When after the New Years he updated his benefits paperwork he wrote beside my name 'wife'. I have gotten to the point of being able to tell him out loud that a woman wants to be fucked by her husband, to just fuck me and shut up.
It was a better solution than moving back with my parents. I packed my stuff, cleaned the apartment and moved into his spare bedroom. I made myself useful, looked online for a job, the weeks went by and I couldn't land a job. There was nothing, everything had dried up. He paid for everything, my unemployment check seemed to be just enough to pay for my personal hygiene stuff. At his work he put me on his health insurance as his significant other, same address.
Then in July he had to work from home. The kitchen table meant I had to hide in the bedroom, or read in the living room, but not watch tv. It was really confining. Until he told me we had to make adjustments to persevere. Move me into his room with him, make the second bedroom an office so I could have a normal life. It wasn't about sex, but it was about sex. Once I was in his bed he had sex with me. He reached for me, pulled me over, pushed my panties down my legs until I took them off, he pulled me under him and fucked me, holding me to him by the neck.
When he was ready to cum, he grabbed me real hard and said out loud 'this is what it's like to fuck a wife'. Wife, he called me a wife. It was like I had wings, I went into my own orgasm. I wanted to say but I didn't, that I wanted right then, more than anything to be his wife. The months went by, the working from home got old, we lived in this world on an island, just the two of us. His job was secure, I never got a job. From time to time when he fucked me he would tell me he really liked fucking his wife.
When after the New Years he updated his benefits paperwork he wrote beside my name 'wife'. I have gotten to the point of being able to tell him out loud that a woman wants to be fucked by her husband, to just fuck me and shut up.
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