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My Spouse
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Bi-Sexual Female / 25
I'm Married More Than Once, At The Same Time To A Husband And A Wife
It started like this. I was a new girl at work, right after college. I needed to find a place and get out of the short term rental. The HR department lady helped me hook up with a girl who could use a roommate. We talked, and agreed on the sublease and I moved in over the weekend.
She was nice enough but not social. She kept to herself and went out and didn't ever talk about it. I went to the movies alone in the afternoons on the weekends. I didn't know anyone. One day out of the blue she asked me if I liked dancing. Sure, I like dancing. She said that a new club was opening and she knew the DJ from another club and he was awesome. She asked if I wanted to go with her to try it out.
The place was far so we Ubered, we paid the ten dollar cover charge and went in. It was small really, with a dance floor and lights and the music was everything. We found a small table to sit at and left our jackets and purses and went out on the floor to dance. She danced awesome and I kept up with her, she kept testing me, and I kept answering. She lifted her skirt at me, flashing her panties. I slipped my skirt up a little but didn't 'flash' outright. When we went back to the apartment she told me that she liked my moves on the dance floor.
Not long after I was telling my supervisor about me going out dancing on weekends. He asked where and I told him, he said it was a well known lesbian joint and if I was lesbian. I told him I didn't believe him, it was just dancing. He waved his finger at me, 'for lesbians'.
I told my roommate what he told me, she laughed and said that it was true some lesbians went there, but not all the girls were lesbians, she was sure one or another got fucked by their boyfriend. On the dance floor she whirled around me, this time she pulled up her skirt and she was wearing nothing. She told me to get down on the floor and she danced over me, dropping down in a squat over my face, and rising. When I got up I was still reeling, she put her arms around my waist and pulled me to her. She asked me to put my arms around her neck and pull her closer, she maneuvered her face so she could kiss me. I love you she said, I've fallen in love with you. Do you love me?
I said sure, but I was hesitant. That night while I was in the shower she wrote me a poem and left it on my pillow. "I want you so much to love me. Wake up with me, go to bed with me, show me how you love me, I love you, let me show you how I love you, I want you so much to love me". She brought her pillow and got in bed with me, and I had to let her make love to me. I wasn't a lesbian, not till that night, I had had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who fucked me.
We danced and danced and danced the weekends away. That place was for lesbians, I never saw some guy there. I saw the girls, saw them kissing, saw them holding, saw them flashing their panties, saw them come commando. In the line to the ladies' room a girl asked me if I was Sandy's steady. She said that Sandy had said so, so she was checking. She liked Sandy but Sandy told her she had a steady. Just checking she didn't want to get between us.
Sandy liked to dance commando, it embarrassed me to see her, she flashed her bare bottom and pussy to any girl who wanted to see her. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. To anyone watching, Sandy had a steady.
I called my ex boyfriend and asked him to meet me. I told him I was in so deep here and I needed his help, to come rescue me. Just show up and apologize and claim me. Tell Sandy that we've been together since college and it was time to make things right and marry me. He asked me, really, tell her we were getting married?
Sandy had a big problem with that, she said she had already claimed me. I was between her and my exboyfriend, I didn't know if he could keep the plan going. He told her, 'look I've apologized to her, so now we are going to get married'. Sandy put her foot down and said I was already going to marry her, and what business was it of his anyway. Sandy took off and went to 'the' bedroom and came back with an engagement ring, and got down on a knee and asked me to marry her.
Where's the ring that he is supposed to have for you? He doesn't have one, because he's shitting me. She put the ring on my finger, now you are officially my fiancée. I looked at my exboyfriend, please save me. He went out the next day and came back with an engagement ring. He put it on my right hand's ring finger. Now your engaged to both of us, I guess you have to choose who you walk down the isle with.
I stood there, totally stunned and I said that something that gets you further in trouble, "I can't marry both of you". Why not, said my exboyfriend, Why not, said Sandy, but I get her on weekends. I know it's not legal, but I married my exboyfriend, then the three of us left for Vegas and I married Sandy.
She was nice enough but not social. She kept to herself and went out and didn't ever talk about it. I went to the movies alone in the afternoons on the weekends. I didn't know anyone. One day out of the blue she asked me if I liked dancing. Sure, I like dancing. She said that a new club was opening and she knew the DJ from another club and he was awesome. She asked if I wanted to go with her to try it out.
The place was far so we Ubered, we paid the ten dollar cover charge and went in. It was small really, with a dance floor and lights and the music was everything. We found a small table to sit at and left our jackets and purses and went out on the floor to dance. She danced awesome and I kept up with her, she kept testing me, and I kept answering. She lifted her skirt at me, flashing her panties. I slipped my skirt up a little but didn't 'flash' outright. When we went back to the apartment she told me that she liked my moves on the dance floor.
Not long after I was telling my supervisor about me going out dancing on weekends. He asked where and I told him, he said it was a well known lesbian joint and if I was lesbian. I told him I didn't believe him, it was just dancing. He waved his finger at me, 'for lesbians'.
I told my roommate what he told me, she laughed and said that it was true some lesbians went there, but not all the girls were lesbians, she was sure one or another got fucked by their boyfriend. On the dance floor she whirled around me, this time she pulled up her skirt and she was wearing nothing. She told me to get down on the floor and she danced over me, dropping down in a squat over my face, and rising. When I got up I was still reeling, she put her arms around my waist and pulled me to her. She asked me to put my arms around her neck and pull her closer, she maneuvered her face so she could kiss me. I love you she said, I've fallen in love with you. Do you love me?
I said sure, but I was hesitant. That night while I was in the shower she wrote me a poem and left it on my pillow. "I want you so much to love me. Wake up with me, go to bed with me, show me how you love me, I love you, let me show you how I love you, I want you so much to love me". She brought her pillow and got in bed with me, and I had to let her make love to me. I wasn't a lesbian, not till that night, I had had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who fucked me.
We danced and danced and danced the weekends away. That place was for lesbians, I never saw some guy there. I saw the girls, saw them kissing, saw them holding, saw them flashing their panties, saw them come commando. In the line to the ladies' room a girl asked me if I was Sandy's steady. She said that Sandy had said so, so she was checking. She liked Sandy but Sandy told her she had a steady. Just checking she didn't want to get between us.
Sandy liked to dance commando, it embarrassed me to see her, she flashed her bare bottom and pussy to any girl who wanted to see her. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. To anyone watching, Sandy had a steady.
I called my ex boyfriend and asked him to meet me. I told him I was in so deep here and I needed his help, to come rescue me. Just show up and apologize and claim me. Tell Sandy that we've been together since college and it was time to make things right and marry me. He asked me, really, tell her we were getting married?
Sandy had a big problem with that, she said she had already claimed me. I was between her and my exboyfriend, I didn't know if he could keep the plan going. He told her, 'look I've apologized to her, so now we are going to get married'. Sandy put her foot down and said I was already going to marry her, and what business was it of his anyway. Sandy took off and went to 'the' bedroom and came back with an engagement ring, and got down on a knee and asked me to marry her.
Where's the ring that he is supposed to have for you? He doesn't have one, because he's shitting me. She put the ring on my finger, now you are officially my fiancée. I looked at my exboyfriend, please save me. He went out the next day and came back with an engagement ring. He put it on my right hand's ring finger. Now your engaged to both of us, I guess you have to choose who you walk down the isle with.
I stood there, totally stunned and I said that something that gets you further in trouble, "I can't marry both of you". Why not, said my exboyfriend, Why not, said Sandy, but I get her on weekends. I know it's not legal, but I married my exboyfriend, then the three of us left for Vegas and I married Sandy.
