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Straight Male / 38
My Wife, The Mother Of My Children, I've Never Seen Her Naked
I met her on an assigned group project. She was a senior and I was finishing my grad school program, we were both enrolled in this 600 level course. She wanted, badly, to be the lead. I wasn't going for it, and overruled her. We were enemies out of the box.
We met in her apartment where she lived with a sister. Things got loud as she was put in a box. She got frustrated and went back to her room. I followed. There things got physical, she ended up taking her first fuck. With that I left her to nurse her emotional wound and went back to the project. When she came out I told her to fix some coffee.
When we approached the week before graduation, hers and mine, she got upset and told me I couldn't leave her behind. I had to gather my thoughts. It boiled down to her being able to return home and face her parents. And they were arriving at the end of the week. Only being married would work. I 'had' to marry her, it was my fault.
We eloped on Thursday, her parents arrived on Sunday. It wasn't until the following Tuesday that she told them she was married, emphasizing that she was no longer a virgin. We got our diplomas, packed her up and took her with me. The beginning of a long nightmare. Sex was out of the question.
She is a cold fish, after a long while I've resorted to other women. She transferred her dependency from her father to me. After 15 years she's a permanent fixture, not once has she offered, any sex is like drilling the knot in a board. She submitted to getting pregnant, I told her no excuses, she's the wife, she bears the children.
I guess their is a positive, with children she learned to cook. We have separate bedrooms.
We met in her apartment where she lived with a sister. Things got loud as she was put in a box. She got frustrated and went back to her room. I followed. There things got physical, she ended up taking her first fuck. With that I left her to nurse her emotional wound and went back to the project. When she came out I told her to fix some coffee.
When we approached the week before graduation, hers and mine, she got upset and told me I couldn't leave her behind. I had to gather my thoughts. It boiled down to her being able to return home and face her parents. And they were arriving at the end of the week. Only being married would work. I 'had' to marry her, it was my fault.
We eloped on Thursday, her parents arrived on Sunday. It wasn't until the following Tuesday that she told them she was married, emphasizing that she was no longer a virgin. We got our diplomas, packed her up and took her with me. The beginning of a long nightmare. Sex was out of the question.
She is a cold fish, after a long while I've resorted to other women. She transferred her dependency from her father to me. After 15 years she's a permanent fixture, not once has she offered, any sex is like drilling the knot in a board. She submitted to getting pregnant, I told her no excuses, she's the wife, she bears the children.
I guess their is a positive, with children she learned to cook. We have separate bedrooms.
