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Straight Male / 53
I Married A Lesbian Girl And It's Been 25 Years Now
I was open to the idea of marrying this girl who needed a visa. It was a friend thing, she worked for us and her visa was going to expire and the company had not been able to get a permanent H1B for her. I was cruising for a bruising, she was a young 23 and a 'total' virgin. But the 'marriage' didn't require any of that, it was an 'open' marriage and I could continue dating girls.
A friend of hers, a totally vacant headed girl, invited her to go to the beach with her family. They had a beach 'cottage'. I wasn't interested, and I didn't really socialize with her, so she went and came back 'changed'. She had had her first sexual experience. Turns out the parents weren't there, it was just the two of them.
And for something like this she didn't have anyone to talk to. She talked to me, I was a neutral someone. She just couldn't keep her hands off her boobies, once presented to her. She was genuinely embarrassed. It took a while for me to really understand it, she was deadly scared of what had happened. In her country, that was immediate banishment to a convent.
Well the time came and went when she got her green card. Five years came and went and she was totally at home with her arrangement. She had changed her name by them, had taken up residency. She was the 'brains' in the outfit and did all the bill paying. It was more of don't embarrass her with a girlfriend in public. But between us, there as nothing. She was by then very close with this girl lawyer. But nothing physical. One night, we had been out with friends pretending we were all couples, the topic between the women was about buying a house so they could get pregnant. She 'submitted' to the horrible experience, on the condition it was strictly to get pregnant. And get a house out of it.
It was hard, like in very hard for her, the whole having to care for a child. To stay home and be a housewife for a while. She found a woman who took care of infants and two months later she was back at work. She lasted two weeks. The separation anxiety from her baby was too much for her, although she blamed it on the baby. Her lawyer friend was over all the time, especially when I traveled. She confided in me, sat at the dinner table, and told me she was intimate with her. Please don't divorce her! To makes amends for it, she volunteered to be made pregnant again.
I also found out she didn't 'like' Kathy. Couldn't I find someone nicer, softer, she didn't like dealing with her at company functions.
Well guess what, we've been married twenty five years now. Our kids are young adults, she never went back to work full time, her 'affair' with Janet, her girlfriend, lasted for fifteen years before it finally burned out. Kathy from work is a distant past, I was close with a couple of women, but women need permanence. We have never been intimate, sex happened more than a few times, but it was always the most difficult thing for her. I focused on work to make enough money to give her the life she wanted, a dedicated homemaker living the life she deserved for putting up with me.
There is a woman, divorced, that lives her life apart. For her it's convenient. For me it's convenient. For my wife it's convenient. My friend understands that giving it up is part of the game, no nookie, no cookies.
A friend of hers, a totally vacant headed girl, invited her to go to the beach with her family. They had a beach 'cottage'. I wasn't interested, and I didn't really socialize with her, so she went and came back 'changed'. She had had her first sexual experience. Turns out the parents weren't there, it was just the two of them.
And for something like this she didn't have anyone to talk to. She talked to me, I was a neutral someone. She just couldn't keep her hands off her boobies, once presented to her. She was genuinely embarrassed. It took a while for me to really understand it, she was deadly scared of what had happened. In her country, that was immediate banishment to a convent.
Well the time came and went when she got her green card. Five years came and went and she was totally at home with her arrangement. She had changed her name by them, had taken up residency. She was the 'brains' in the outfit and did all the bill paying. It was more of don't embarrass her with a girlfriend in public. But between us, there as nothing. She was by then very close with this girl lawyer. But nothing physical. One night, we had been out with friends pretending we were all couples, the topic between the women was about buying a house so they could get pregnant. She 'submitted' to the horrible experience, on the condition it was strictly to get pregnant. And get a house out of it.
It was hard, like in very hard for her, the whole having to care for a child. To stay home and be a housewife for a while. She found a woman who took care of infants and two months later she was back at work. She lasted two weeks. The separation anxiety from her baby was too much for her, although she blamed it on the baby. Her lawyer friend was over all the time, especially when I traveled. She confided in me, sat at the dinner table, and told me she was intimate with her. Please don't divorce her! To makes amends for it, she volunteered to be made pregnant again.
I also found out she didn't 'like' Kathy. Couldn't I find someone nicer, softer, she didn't like dealing with her at company functions.
Well guess what, we've been married twenty five years now. Our kids are young adults, she never went back to work full time, her 'affair' with Janet, her girlfriend, lasted for fifteen years before it finally burned out. Kathy from work is a distant past, I was close with a couple of women, but women need permanence. We have never been intimate, sex happened more than a few times, but it was always the most difficult thing for her. I focused on work to make enough money to give her the life she wanted, a dedicated homemaker living the life she deserved for putting up with me.
There is a woman, divorced, that lives her life apart. For her it's convenient. For me it's convenient. For my wife it's convenient. My friend understands that giving it up is part of the game, no nookie, no cookies.
