The Way If Figured It He Stole Me And I Deserved A Wife Of My Own

I grew up with a strong father and a couple of asshole brothers. I worked in an industry headed up by men and heavily staffed by men. I went to a party with some coworkers and met a girl there and we were getting it on in the kitchen, my boss walked in on me Frenching her with my hand up her shirt. He yanked me away and told me he was going to fuck me and teach me what I was for. He hauled me into a bedroom, yanked my pants off, spread me open with his knees and fucked his dick into me. I think I fought but he had me pinned down so hard when he came and his sperm was up my uterus. I got pregnant and he took me with him and we eloped.

All this was fine except for one thing. I never planned on marrying a man or having his kid or living with a man, much less picking up and cleaning and cooking. Not me, but it was me and with a kid at my tit. I wean my baby and I go back to work. I last three weeks and I quit and stay home with her. I'm tied down, if I don't work I don't get a maid. I meet a girl at Mother's Day Out and she's as gay as gay can be and she is hot hot can be and she is receptive as receptive can be and I'm on her and three years without a girl to kiss and feel up I go too far. She gets attached, falls in love, and I'm playing with her behind my husband's back.

It's impossible to stop, she's got me wrapped around her little finger, I spent some money on her without letting my husband know. He does the money thing and I get caught, what is this? It was a large charge, and I get on my knees, start to cry, and confess to working a girl behind his back. My punishment for cheating is to get my belly full again. But pregnant with a big belly I'm still eating this girl out. I'm hornier than ever and can't get enough pussy, my husband gives me an ultimatum. Get rid of her. I can't.

He takes matter into his own hands, prohibits her from coming around, I fall to my knees and beg him to let her stay. He knew I was one of those girls the day he knocked me up. I can't change my nature, he doesn't care. No pussy for you, but I'm in love. After my second one is born, after I'm not overcome by hormones, I ask him pleasantly, 'Can I have a wife?' It's not fair, he has a wife, why can't I have a wife. And he gives in, I can have a wife but she has to be a wife, and she has to live with me and she has to acknowledge him as the man of the house.

It's been five years since my wife came to live with me. I don't mind at all being a wife to my husband, it's just how it is. But when it's time to go to sleep I sleep with my wife and he sleeps across the hall in the other room. I don't ever say no, but after he's done his thing and he falls asleep, I get up and go back to bed with the woman I love.