And I'm Married

My situation deteriorated during 2020, my LT lover broke up with me and asked me to leave, put my things on the front porch and changed the locks, I lost my job waitressing, I had no savings, and I was on the street and I asked a friend from a previous job to use his extra room in return for housework, my fallback skillset. He agreed and I got all the housework, he didn't lift a finger, didn't pick up his dirty clothes off the floor, didn't pick up a plate or clean out the sink when he shaved. I grew up in a house with a father like that and I started cleaning to my standards, doing laundry to my standards, everything hung in its place and folded and put away in dresser drawers, I changed the beds once a week, kept the bathrooms spotless, and I cooked a home cooked meal everyday and set and picked up the table. I remembered my mother picking up my father's underwear off the bathroom floor and here I was picking up his dirty underwear off the bathroom floor.

I felt fulfilled, great, I loved putting clean sheets on his bed, folding his clothes and pairing his socks, setting his folded laundry beside mine on the coffee table. Several weeks after moving I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep and I got my pillow and went to his bed and got in. He asked me what I was doing there and I told him to get it over with. I was immediately under his physical control, a feeling I had never had, put under him and his dick was in me, I started fighting his hold and he just put more pressure and held me down, I said I was going to get pregnant, he said get pregnant. He finished inside of me, he hadn't had a woman for a while and he had three loads in him and he deposited all three loads over the course of night.

It was done, I shouldn't have waited until I was 31 to experience a 'man', giving up all control during sex is a head trip I wasn't expecting. The next morning when I was serving him his second cup of coffee he lifted my skirt and poked his finger in my pussy. I got turned around in the kitchen, taken on the couch, fucked in bed two and three times a night, for ten days straight he had sex with me two or three times a day. Why put on my panties, he was just going take them off. I sat in front of him with my arms across my breasts and told him I wanted to move my clothes into his closet and his dresser. During July of 2020 I got pregnant, impossible not to be pregnant, he wanted me pregnant, he made sure I got pregnant.

We got married remotely and delivered a healthy baby, a drive by delivery because it was all outpatient and I was home before the baby was one day old. He wanted breastfeeding, which was ok with me. I gave him anal for the weeks before I was able to give him vaginal. I wanted to be a housewife, I was a housewife with an infant to breast feed and take care of. I was my mother. I understood for the first time in my life her telling me that it made her feel good to keep house and look after my father. Babies were happy days and diapers didn't matter. Holding a baby at your breast while fixing dinner was routine. Being kissed, groped, grabbed, fucked, stripped, was all par for the course. When it was late and the kitchen was cleaned and wiped down for the night, I sat on my bed looking at my wedding band. I am married.