Choices And Consequences

In the seventh grade I went to a boy girl party. The parents of the girl who lived there were supposed to chaperone. There were six of us who played spin the bottle. I had to sit with my eyes closed and the boy kissed me. Later when we were sitting around listening to music he kissed me again and put my hand on his penis. He got strong and pushed me down into the sofa and put his hand between my legs and felt me up. He got his pants undone and pulled on my panties until he got them off my hips and then I had to help him get them off and he got on me and fucked me, letting all his sperm in me. And just like that I was a seventh grade pregnant girl.

The parents of the girl of the house apologized to my parents. They boy had to marry me when I turned 16, I didn't love him, didn't really like him but he had rights to me and he was the father of my son. I got pregnant right after I married him because no one thought about putting me on birth control. He went back to live with his parents and I lived with mine, with two kids. I attended a correspondence school and got a high school diploma from a school I never saw with my own eyes.

My husband, he was my husband, went to college and I didn't go live with him until after he graduated and was working at a good job. My parents helped us buy a house.

I stayed married, I had sex with my husband, I cooked, I took care of the house and the kids. My husband worked and paid for everything. I don't think I ever loved him or he ever loved me, not romantically. But we slept in the same bed and we had sex all the time. He liked it and I let him.

My husband had a stroke when I was 44 years old and lost his ability to talk and to put sentences together. He understood but couldn't articulate and he lost his job and we lost everything. He died when I was 49 years old.

Since then I have had sex with two men and one woman. Sex with the woman was new and to be frank much better than sex with the men. I am 52 and I am an attractive woman and I get paid attention to by men of a certain age. I control myself, if he wants sex he needs to marry me. While I wait on him I have sex with my woman friend. We are over any inhibitions and we do most anything. But that said sex is primarily oral sex and breast play. We don't play with toys, we tried but frankly a toy is not a cock. If I'm going to be penetrated I want a man on me.

That's the sum of it. I told this man that he doesn't get any unless he puts the ring on my finger. I should have done that when I was in the seventh grade.