Am I Still Gay?

I married a friend from work to get out of town. He was transferred to Europe. He knew I was gay, but the night we arrived in Amsterdam he fucked me three times. I was unprepared and I wasn't on any form of birth control and I became pregnant. I told him it was a possibility. He was not upset at all, he continued fucking me, over and over, sometimes twice in a row.

For the following two years we lived in Europe and then transferred to Singapore where our second child was born. All during our overseas assignment he fucked me. When we returned to the home office few people remembered I was gay. A couple asked and I answered the same way, gay is good, straight is better, financially. You can get used to anything, including your husband fucking you.

We lived the upper middle class lifestyle, I never forgot about my days with girlfriends, like never forgetting your college days. In my gay way I loved him. One day our first child finished high school, I could never hurt them. So, I ask myself from time to time, was I gay? For a while when I was younger. Am I gay? The answer is somewhere in the past, somewhere in the future.