Being The Mistress

Youth overwhelmed me. Why I needed so bad to be loved by an older man, I guess is just nature taking command. By older I don't mean ancient, I was twenty one and he was thirty seven at the time. He was married with two kids. I wanted kids from him, it was my obsession. As a girl I controlled that, and over his objection and warning not to, I got pregnant.

He was angry, his wife fumed, but babies melt hearts, and a baby boy did his magic. Well if one boy can do that, imagine what a baby brother will do? I got pregnant again, and walla! another bouncing baby boy. I proved I could bring home boys, while his poor wife brought home the girls.

Twenty three with two little boys, otherwise useless. But older men like useless mistresses, and like hand and glove we went together. And his wife chose to have a mistress instead of being divorced, which didn't bother me one bit. I never wanted to be his wife.

Now as an older woman, with two young men I don't care to be a mistress, but he won't divorce his wife. I have my stipend and a home of my own. But not a husband, he has a wife.