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My Spouse
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Straight Female / 29
My Husband, The Big Man On Campus
When I got to college and pledged at my sorority we were invited to mix and mingle with some fraternity types. One graduating senior told me it was tradition for incoming freshmans to serve as girlfriends for graduating seniors, and he felt it in his bones (boner) that that girl was me. He fucked me in his room, and put me to work serving him and being his girlfriend.
I had duties, the usual girlfriend duties of laundry and cleaning up his room, of serving him at parties and generally doing whatever he wanted, including walking the dog. Sex was often, mostly straight up missionary, the only kink he demanded was for me to give him my other virginity. Once was enough, we never did anal again.
It wasn't anyone's surprise that I fell hard for him, was possessive and controlling and generally a little bitch if I felt threatened by some cheerleader type. I was told, understood, that a senior has privileges, and picking up a hottie was up to him not me. Sit and wait my turn, do some laundry or clean up the kitchen, when he was done with her he'd kick her out. That was the hardest thing, I don't blame myself for being jealous, I was his girlfriend not her.
After he left he donated me to an upcoming senior in his fraternity and I served him for my Sophomore year. But it wasn't the same, I missed 'him'. I quit the sorority after my Sophomore year, and word got back to 'him'. He came back for Homecoming and told me if I was that interested he wanted me to show him respect and promise to serve and protect and left me a ring.
Promises promises, until after my graduation when he agreed to stand and wait for me to walk down the isle. What he does on Thursday when he's out with the boys is not my business, there's laundry and dishes, and babies to keep me busy.
I had duties, the usual girlfriend duties of laundry and cleaning up his room, of serving him at parties and generally doing whatever he wanted, including walking the dog. Sex was often, mostly straight up missionary, the only kink he demanded was for me to give him my other virginity. Once was enough, we never did anal again.
It wasn't anyone's surprise that I fell hard for him, was possessive and controlling and generally a little bitch if I felt threatened by some cheerleader type. I was told, understood, that a senior has privileges, and picking up a hottie was up to him not me. Sit and wait my turn, do some laundry or clean up the kitchen, when he was done with her he'd kick her out. That was the hardest thing, I don't blame myself for being jealous, I was his girlfriend not her.
After he left he donated me to an upcoming senior in his fraternity and I served him for my Sophomore year. But it wasn't the same, I missed 'him'. I quit the sorority after my Sophomore year, and word got back to 'him'. He came back for Homecoming and told me if I was that interested he wanted me to show him respect and promise to serve and protect and left me a ring.
Promises promises, until after my graduation when he agreed to stand and wait for me to walk down the isle. What he does on Thursday when he's out with the boys is not my business, there's laundry and dishes, and babies to keep me busy.
