Lesbian Female / 34
Married To A Man, Well Half A Man, Compared To Martha
Now that I'm in it I discover that it's not rare, in fact it's pretty common. A lesbian woman married to a man. I got married out of fear that I was being left behind. College was coming to a close and I hadn't landed a husband and I was tired of answering questions of my parents and grandparents. I got married knowing him for six weeks, we eloped right before graduation. He was everything that a mother does not want for her child. A wanderer, a dreamer, a good for nothing. A degree in Forestry Management. He took me to live in Florida where he got a job working for the Forest Service.
I got pregnant right off the bat, one, two and then three kids all under five. I didn't work, we lived in subsidized housing by the state, and what little we had that was nice were g*fts from my parents. It was during those years that I met a woman, I will call her Martha. She worked for the Forest Service, a strong woman with an attituded and didn't take shit off of no one. She told me if she had wanted children she would have hatched her some. It hit me, between the eyes, she was gay, one of those women.
She licked my pussy, and not just a little bit. She hit the spot just right and had me going off like it was the fourth of July. She had big breasts which he kept well hidden, she was strong and her hands were big and when she grabbed my head and forced fed me her pussy I gagged and threw up, she cleaned off my face and forced my face back into her pussy. She used my face to excite her clit and went off hard and called me a spoiled little bitch.
She told me my husband was a good for nothing, did half the work of the other men, I needed to get rid of him and come live with her, she was twice the man that he was. I had learned how to breathe with my face in her pussy and when she called me a spoiled little bitch I agreed with her. But I was too scared to get divorced, I had three children and a weak half a man was better than going home and telling them I had traded in a husband for this forty year old woman.
I won't tell you that I wasn't in love with Martha, the way I thought that I would be in love with my husband. It's not that I saw Martha that often, working out when my husband was working and Martha wasn't and my kids were at the sitters so Martha could come over and show me she had the balls to fuck me. She kicked my husband out. Straight up, no nonsense, called him a worthless piece of shit and she was taking over the family. From then on, she wore the pants in the family.
Socially, family wise, it was a disaster. Telling my parents that I was gay wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Why would I pair up with a female Paul Bunion? Why not a nice girl, a pretty girl like the one's that worked the cosmetic counters at the mall? Why that bitch. Because that's how I'm wired. I loved Martha, in a way I never loved my husband. I loved fixing the house for Martha, something that was a chore for my husband.
Martha was killed in an accident and I was devastated. My husband took over and I wandered around for a couple of years, he kept the children in school, ran the house and his job. I let him have sex, I convinced myself that being his wife I couldn't refuse him. I got pregnant again and had a new baby. I thought about naming her Martha but backed off, my husband wasn't going to allow it. We live in Colorado now where my husband works for the Forest Service.
He has balls, they're just not that big, and when he imposes himself I let him. My kids are that age where they need a lot of handling, and he's one of those fathers who likes taking his kids to sports, little league and soccer. I take my girls, two are girls, to ballet and those other girl activities. In my house there is a very definite male female dynamic. For me and my children. I want my sons to be hunt and fish and I want my daughters to bake and play makeup.
We don't mention Martha, and what happened in Florida. But I think of her a lot. I love her in my heart and I'm still recovering from her passing. It's Valentine's Day. Under the circumstances I know in my heart that Martha is with me, putting up with my half man husband.
I got pregnant right off the bat, one, two and then three kids all under five. I didn't work, we lived in subsidized housing by the state, and what little we had that was nice were g*fts from my parents. It was during those years that I met a woman, I will call her Martha. She worked for the Forest Service, a strong woman with an attituded and didn't take shit off of no one. She told me if she had wanted children she would have hatched her some. It hit me, between the eyes, she was gay, one of those women.
She licked my pussy, and not just a little bit. She hit the spot just right and had me going off like it was the fourth of July. She had big breasts which he kept well hidden, she was strong and her hands were big and when she grabbed my head and forced fed me her pussy I gagged and threw up, she cleaned off my face and forced my face back into her pussy. She used my face to excite her clit and went off hard and called me a spoiled little bitch.
She told me my husband was a good for nothing, did half the work of the other men, I needed to get rid of him and come live with her, she was twice the man that he was. I had learned how to breathe with my face in her pussy and when she called me a spoiled little bitch I agreed with her. But I was too scared to get divorced, I had three children and a weak half a man was better than going home and telling them I had traded in a husband for this forty year old woman.
I won't tell you that I wasn't in love with Martha, the way I thought that I would be in love with my husband. It's not that I saw Martha that often, working out when my husband was working and Martha wasn't and my kids were at the sitters so Martha could come over and show me she had the balls to fuck me. She kicked my husband out. Straight up, no nonsense, called him a worthless piece of shit and she was taking over the family. From then on, she wore the pants in the family.
Socially, family wise, it was a disaster. Telling my parents that I was gay wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Why would I pair up with a female Paul Bunion? Why not a nice girl, a pretty girl like the one's that worked the cosmetic counters at the mall? Why that bitch. Because that's how I'm wired. I loved Martha, in a way I never loved my husband. I loved fixing the house for Martha, something that was a chore for my husband.
Martha was killed in an accident and I was devastated. My husband took over and I wandered around for a couple of years, he kept the children in school, ran the house and his job. I let him have sex, I convinced myself that being his wife I couldn't refuse him. I got pregnant again and had a new baby. I thought about naming her Martha but backed off, my husband wasn't going to allow it. We live in Colorado now where my husband works for the Forest Service.
He has balls, they're just not that big, and when he imposes himself I let him. My kids are that age where they need a lot of handling, and he's one of those fathers who likes taking his kids to sports, little league and soccer. I take my girls, two are girls, to ballet and those other girl activities. In my house there is a very definite male female dynamic. For me and my children. I want my sons to be hunt and fish and I want my daughters to bake and play makeup.
We don't mention Martha, and what happened in Florida. But I think of her a lot. I love her in my heart and I'm still recovering from her passing. It's Valentine's Day. Under the circumstances I know in my heart that Martha is with me, putting up with my half man husband.
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