Bi-Sexual Female / 31
Just Because He Fucks Me And He Married Me...
doesn't mean I'm giving up on my girlfriend.
Pre COVID I was a single out on the town girl. I was active on social media and had a group of friends. Some of the stuff we did was girls only, since high school and thru college. It was a friend's thing, Nothing better than a hot shower with your bestie lathering your boobs together.
Anyway a couple of girls got married, late twenties. I knew them casually and since we were all one big group we all got invited to the wedding. The wedding photographer took the all important pictures, one of the brides kissing after the ceremony. That picture was shared.
I intended to send it one of my friends, with a note 'if that were only me'. But I forwarded the picture and the note to my boss by mistake. I didn't realize what I had done until he called me in. "Is there something you want to tell me?" I had no clue what he was talking about. He showed me the picture and my heart sank. I was kidding and I didn't mean to send it to you. But he said I did so it was a subconscious thing, what was I trying to tell him?
If not that, then what, and he walked over to me and pinned me against the wall and laid a kiss on me, not a kiss, it was A KISS with all the male physical control over it, trapped against the wall and held there by brute strength. His hand didn't fail to get up under my top and fondle met. He stopped kissing me long enough to tell me "I'm going to fuck you".
It wasn't a nice thing at all, it was a 'fuck', a put you in your place fuck. Not that I minded being put in my place, but I asked him 'now what?'. Was he going to keep fucking me? What about work? Fucking his subordinate was strictly verboten. Well, he needed me in my place so he kept on fucking me, until I gave up any pretenses of stopping him.
COVID came and that meant that he could fuck me daily if he wanted. Working from home got rid of the office problem. I let him get it any way he wanted. I needed a change too, so why not over the balcony looking down at the pool below me, or crammed up against the wall in the shower. As long as he fucked me. I will confess that my strategy was as long as he was fucking me, he wasn't fucking anyone else.
In the morning one of those days I looked out the window and turned to him and told him it was time for him to marry me. It was so difficult to get anything done with COVID but I managed a Zoom ceremony by the Judge and all the papers sent over by email. It wasn't much of a wedding, no photographer, not even my parents. But legally I was his wife and that's what mattered.
Post COVID I had a real life wedding with all the trimmings, and the long hot kiss at the altar. I invited the couple that had set off this whole thing with him, and I had them kiss personally in front of him. For all his bravado he had never witnessed a girl on girl kiss in front of his face. I turned to my life long girlfriend of the days when we showered together and I kissed her for a long, long minute in front of him. And told him, 'see what I meant, this is what I meant, kissing my girl is what I meant'. And I kissed my girlfriend again, just so he knows that his wife has a thing for girls, and this one girl in particular. After the night's man fuck, I showered with her and we slept together. Now he knows what kind of girl he is married to.
Pre COVID I was a single out on the town girl. I was active on social media and had a group of friends. Some of the stuff we did was girls only, since high school and thru college. It was a friend's thing, Nothing better than a hot shower with your bestie lathering your boobs together.
Anyway a couple of girls got married, late twenties. I knew them casually and since we were all one big group we all got invited to the wedding. The wedding photographer took the all important pictures, one of the brides kissing after the ceremony. That picture was shared.
I intended to send it one of my friends, with a note 'if that were only me'. But I forwarded the picture and the note to my boss by mistake. I didn't realize what I had done until he called me in. "Is there something you want to tell me?" I had no clue what he was talking about. He showed me the picture and my heart sank. I was kidding and I didn't mean to send it to you. But he said I did so it was a subconscious thing, what was I trying to tell him?
If not that, then what, and he walked over to me and pinned me against the wall and laid a kiss on me, not a kiss, it was A KISS with all the male physical control over it, trapped against the wall and held there by brute strength. His hand didn't fail to get up under my top and fondle met. He stopped kissing me long enough to tell me "I'm going to fuck you".
It wasn't a nice thing at all, it was a 'fuck', a put you in your place fuck. Not that I minded being put in my place, but I asked him 'now what?'. Was he going to keep fucking me? What about work? Fucking his subordinate was strictly verboten. Well, he needed me in my place so he kept on fucking me, until I gave up any pretenses of stopping him.
COVID came and that meant that he could fuck me daily if he wanted. Working from home got rid of the office problem. I let him get it any way he wanted. I needed a change too, so why not over the balcony looking down at the pool below me, or crammed up against the wall in the shower. As long as he fucked me. I will confess that my strategy was as long as he was fucking me, he wasn't fucking anyone else.
In the morning one of those days I looked out the window and turned to him and told him it was time for him to marry me. It was so difficult to get anything done with COVID but I managed a Zoom ceremony by the Judge and all the papers sent over by email. It wasn't much of a wedding, no photographer, not even my parents. But legally I was his wife and that's what mattered.
Post COVID I had a real life wedding with all the trimmings, and the long hot kiss at the altar. I invited the couple that had set off this whole thing with him, and I had them kiss personally in front of him. For all his bravado he had never witnessed a girl on girl kiss in front of his face. I turned to my life long girlfriend of the days when we showered together and I kissed her for a long, long minute in front of him. And told him, 'see what I meant, this is what I meant, kissing my girl is what I meant'. And I kissed my girlfriend again, just so he knows that his wife has a thing for girls, and this one girl in particular. After the night's man fuck, I showered with her and we slept together. Now he knows what kind of girl he is married to.
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