I Married A Lesbian

In my senior year in college I met a girl, foreign student. She and I became friend's enough for her to confide in me that unless she got an internship after college she would have to return to her country in Central America. She assured me that was sentence worse than death for her. She just couldn't go back there. Six weeks before graduation we eloped by getting married at the courthouse in the county seat. She contacted a lawyer who told her whatever she did not to leave the US until she had her green card.

She managed an internship the week before graduation, so we went to that city. I got a job with an industrial company, we lived in an old two bedroom apartment. She refused to carry the weight of any household duties, arguing that all that was was demeaning her. She prepared meals for herself, did her own laundry. There was no marital intimacy, I settled down to wait for her residency, a quick divorce, I didn't even expect a thank you from her.

I had a one night stand with a girl at work which went nowhere since I was married. My wife didn't care, 'if you like that?' Then, I was surprised when I returned from a short trip and a girl was there, she told me she was her friend and she had to move out because of a bad roommate and she was staying with us until she found another place to live.

When you are blind to something, you are blind. Her green card came, nothing. Christmas came, nothing, her friend still living with us crowded into her bedroom. I went home, they stayed. After Christmas a lapse on their part they left the door open, I got up to pee, we shared one bathroom, they were both naked on the bed, the covers on the floor. A dildo on the floor beside the bed.

After all those months it finally dawned on me they were lesbians. We bought a house, a three bedroom they took the master. One day five years later she approached me over morning coffee. They, meaning the two of them, had decided they wanted children. They thought of her brother, but out of courtesy felt I should have a say too. If I wanted to, I could choose one of them to get pregnant. Obviously if it was her brother, it could only be my wife. And she didn't think she could go through intercourse. Or basically, get her girlfriend pregnant.

They treated it as a 'procedure'. Measuring her temperature, counting her days and letting me know which day was most favorable. She covered her face, she wouldn't do doggy style because then I could treat her as a 'bitch'. It had to be missionary, but hold myself off of her.
My wife monitored. It was a one and done. She had a boy. After my son was born my wife, her voice cracking, said it was her turn. She cried all day, begged me not to 'hurt' her. She wasn't 'lucky', it took three months before she conceived.

I can go on. We are now married twenty five years. My wife has two children. She will wash a coffee cup if she has to, but not without complaining. Her girlfriend, excuse me, her "friend", is far more laid back now. She even told me if I 'needed it' I could ask her. My wife uses my name, my house, my bank account. For all these things she's married. I should add that she never returned to work after our daughter was born. Don't ever use the word lesbian. "Friend" is the code word.

No question, she could never have gone back to her country.

I do have a friend with benefits who laughs at my predicament.