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Straight Female / 63
Coming To America And The Joys Of Being A Woman
It started immediately after I got married. I was young, just 21 and he was 32. He told me that first night how it was going to work. Imagine for yourself, he was the man and I had to understand that. If God had wanted me to be a man he would have given me a dick but he didn't. I locked myself in the bathroom. He knocked it down, and I had 'sex' for the first time, on my stomach. I didn't know you could have sex like that, that he could get to your vagina like that. He did, and while he ejaculated he told me other things about what I could expect being a wife.
I gave birth nine months after the day I got married. Being pregnant meant that everyone I saw knew I had sex. I had an obligation to breast feed which meant I had to stay home. I had all the baby duties, if the baby needed to be freshened up it was my job. In addition to all the household duties. I was pregnant again a couple of months after giving birth. That's what he wanted, for me to understand once and for all that he was the husband, I got pregnant and stayed in the house.
Everyone around me was the same, all the wives and the aunts and the ladies we met. I wasn't different, so why was I complaining. Who did I think I was? One aunt told me to accept my lot in life, if God had wanted me to be the man he would have given me the balls and a dick, but he didn't. The women all stayed together, with their babies on their tits. This is how it was, this is how it had always been, this is how our daughters would have it.
One afternoon when my cousins were over they started to talk about their husbands and how their husbands had sex with them. I wasn't brought up to talk about sex, as far as anyone knew it never happened. You never admitted you had sex and you never talked about it. But they were talking about it and how they liked it. And they liked it when their husbands grabbed them by the hair and took them back to their room to have sex with them. They looked at me, how did my husband have sex with me?
They knew, they were just trying to get me to talk about it. They wanted to know if I ever pleased him with oral sex or was I one of those wives that had a maid do that. I never talked, I listened but did not talk. My husband never asked me to do that. Maybe he asked the maid, but he didn't ask me. My husband had sex with me to get me pregnant like the stallion that was brought around to have sex with the mare. My husband didn't sleep with me. Maybe he slept with the maid, I didn't ask him and he didn't tell me.
I stayed pregnant much of the time. I had six children, four boys and two girls. All the wives had six or eight or four children. The ones that had four children was because their husbands were having children with the maid. Everyone knew that. And they talked about wives that went cold. If you go cold then your husband will find another wife.
When I was forty years old my husband informed we were moving to Detroit. He was going to work for General Motors. We left our town, all of us, the six children and our belongings. We settled in a suburb of Detroit where the engineers worked. There was a large community of people from our country. Other wives, wives like all the wives. We talked about children and when we talked about our husbands we always talked about respect. We didn't have our fathers or older brothers any more, now we had our husbands to respect. I did respect my husband by then, but we did not have a maid. Now he expected me to be the maid.
All the wives had to be the maids. Some wives got pregnant even at our age. Some wives complained. Wives talk about their husbands who came to their bed like a cat in the night. It was worse than right after you get married, they said. Where's the maid when you need her? Some laughed, others sighed. We all knew about the husband in the night. In America we weren't just wives, in America we were women. American wives demand their husbands come to see them. We demanded our husbands, American women enjoy their husbands. We were in America, we were the women, there were no maids for our husbands, our husbands came to us, for us to enjoy the pleasures of women.
I waited for my husband every night. I wanted to be a woman. I told my daughters that in America they would be women too. In America the husband expects the wife to be the woman. Even if our sisters back home continued to keep a maid for their husband, in America we were the maids for him, for when he came in the night.
I gave birth nine months after the day I got married. Being pregnant meant that everyone I saw knew I had sex. I had an obligation to breast feed which meant I had to stay home. I had all the baby duties, if the baby needed to be freshened up it was my job. In addition to all the household duties. I was pregnant again a couple of months after giving birth. That's what he wanted, for me to understand once and for all that he was the husband, I got pregnant and stayed in the house.
Everyone around me was the same, all the wives and the aunts and the ladies we met. I wasn't different, so why was I complaining. Who did I think I was? One aunt told me to accept my lot in life, if God had wanted me to be the man he would have given me the balls and a dick, but he didn't. The women all stayed together, with their babies on their tits. This is how it was, this is how it had always been, this is how our daughters would have it.
One afternoon when my cousins were over they started to talk about their husbands and how their husbands had sex with them. I wasn't brought up to talk about sex, as far as anyone knew it never happened. You never admitted you had sex and you never talked about it. But they were talking about it and how they liked it. And they liked it when their husbands grabbed them by the hair and took them back to their room to have sex with them. They looked at me, how did my husband have sex with me?
They knew, they were just trying to get me to talk about it. They wanted to know if I ever pleased him with oral sex or was I one of those wives that had a maid do that. I never talked, I listened but did not talk. My husband never asked me to do that. Maybe he asked the maid, but he didn't ask me. My husband had sex with me to get me pregnant like the stallion that was brought around to have sex with the mare. My husband didn't sleep with me. Maybe he slept with the maid, I didn't ask him and he didn't tell me.
I stayed pregnant much of the time. I had six children, four boys and two girls. All the wives had six or eight or four children. The ones that had four children was because their husbands were having children with the maid. Everyone knew that. And they talked about wives that went cold. If you go cold then your husband will find another wife.
When I was forty years old my husband informed we were moving to Detroit. He was going to work for General Motors. We left our town, all of us, the six children and our belongings. We settled in a suburb of Detroit where the engineers worked. There was a large community of people from our country. Other wives, wives like all the wives. We talked about children and when we talked about our husbands we always talked about respect. We didn't have our fathers or older brothers any more, now we had our husbands to respect. I did respect my husband by then, but we did not have a maid. Now he expected me to be the maid.
All the wives had to be the maids. Some wives got pregnant even at our age. Some wives complained. Wives talk about their husbands who came to their bed like a cat in the night. It was worse than right after you get married, they said. Where's the maid when you need her? Some laughed, others sighed. We all knew about the husband in the night. In America we weren't just wives, in America we were women. American wives demand their husbands come to see them. We demanded our husbands, American women enjoy their husbands. We were in America, we were the women, there were no maids for our husbands, our husbands came to us, for us to enjoy the pleasures of women.
I waited for my husband every night. I wanted to be a woman. I told my daughters that in America they would be women too. In America the husband expects the wife to be the woman. Even if our sisters back home continued to keep a maid for their husband, in America we were the maids for him, for when he came in the night.
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