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Anything Goes
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Lesbian Female / 31
I Met My Wife In The 8th Grade, Now We Have A Man Along For The Ride
About when you would expect it I became sexually aware and started to scope out the competition. I had this one girl in class and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. In gym she stood in front of me when I was changing. Like her hips and pussy were in my face. She grabbed the elastic of her shorts and pulled them up tight, and asked me again if I liked what I saw. I answered with my hands on her hips and kiss on her pussy.
That was the beginning of a long lasting relationship. Truthfully we have only been together. When college came it was a struggle because she got a scholarship to one university and I was accepted at a state school up river. The 250 mile round trip was something we could only do on certain weekends, unless we were going to miss class for it. We did have quality time when we were home for the holidays. The distance only made it stronger, the desire was fire, and the only way to put it out was to be together.
By the time we graduated we were a lot more serious, it was job hunting time and I landed a job before she did. That dictated where we were going and after we moved to my job she got a part time job within a week of being there. We rented an apartment at this place famous for the single crowd, we found out that was a euphemism for boys like boys and girls like girls. We met several other girl types and made friends easily. We were by any stretch of the imagination the longest surviving couple.
One of our friends had a brother, an older guy who came into town once in a while. She told me that he had asked her about me. Of course the answer was that I didn't walk on that side of the street. But his interest didn't go away and he horned his way into my life and tried to horn his way between us. In a moment of exasperation I gave into him, only to find out that made my girlfriend mad and made him more aggressive. What happened next some people predicted, but others felt it was totally inappropriate. I brought my girlfriend into the bed with us. The idea was that I would make love to her, he would make love to me and she wouldn't be left out int he cold. What happened is that he made love to me, and then jumped on her and the only way to get him of was after he was completed in her.
He moved to town to be with us. He lived in another apartment but he spent all his free time with us. It was house playing time and feeling shamed by the other women that he was going down to do his laundry. The more time that went by the closer we all came together. My girlfriend, much like me, didn't mind at all if he got on top and rocked back and forth before giving up his precious swimmers in us. The more swimmers the better. He had to work hard to keep up with us. We needed his physicality, and his deep voice around us. The harsher the voice the more we went along with it. Until in a moment of desperation we surrendered our wombs to him.
We now live out in suburbia. We have a minivan for us and the kids, and he drives a Suburban. Our house is a standard three bedrooms two and half bathrooms, kitchen dining and great room set up. We have a fenced in back yard and a dog living with us. I work remote part time and my other self works full time a mile from the house. Our man works with a commercial construction company as a field superintendent, so he moves from site to site and sometimes he has to go out of town for a few days. When he comes home from being out of town it's Katy bar the door time.
Our neighbors are sure we are sister wives and not wives to each other, because the married ones are us, and he is the interloper. We let him into our tent, but once inside he won't leave.
That was the beginning of a long lasting relationship. Truthfully we have only been together. When college came it was a struggle because she got a scholarship to one university and I was accepted at a state school up river. The 250 mile round trip was something we could only do on certain weekends, unless we were going to miss class for it. We did have quality time when we were home for the holidays. The distance only made it stronger, the desire was fire, and the only way to put it out was to be together.
By the time we graduated we were a lot more serious, it was job hunting time and I landed a job before she did. That dictated where we were going and after we moved to my job she got a part time job within a week of being there. We rented an apartment at this place famous for the single crowd, we found out that was a euphemism for boys like boys and girls like girls. We met several other girl types and made friends easily. We were by any stretch of the imagination the longest surviving couple.
One of our friends had a brother, an older guy who came into town once in a while. She told me that he had asked her about me. Of course the answer was that I didn't walk on that side of the street. But his interest didn't go away and he horned his way into my life and tried to horn his way between us. In a moment of exasperation I gave into him, only to find out that made my girlfriend mad and made him more aggressive. What happened next some people predicted, but others felt it was totally inappropriate. I brought my girlfriend into the bed with us. The idea was that I would make love to her, he would make love to me and she wouldn't be left out int he cold. What happened is that he made love to me, and then jumped on her and the only way to get him of was after he was completed in her.
He moved to town to be with us. He lived in another apartment but he spent all his free time with us. It was house playing time and feeling shamed by the other women that he was going down to do his laundry. The more time that went by the closer we all came together. My girlfriend, much like me, didn't mind at all if he got on top and rocked back and forth before giving up his precious swimmers in us. The more swimmers the better. He had to work hard to keep up with us. We needed his physicality, and his deep voice around us. The harsher the voice the more we went along with it. Until in a moment of desperation we surrendered our wombs to him.
We now live out in suburbia. We have a minivan for us and the kids, and he drives a Suburban. Our house is a standard three bedrooms two and half bathrooms, kitchen dining and great room set up. We have a fenced in back yard and a dog living with us. I work remote part time and my other self works full time a mile from the house. Our man works with a commercial construction company as a field superintendent, so he moves from site to site and sometimes he has to go out of town for a few days. When he comes home from being out of town it's Katy bar the door time.
Our neighbors are sure we are sister wives and not wives to each other, because the married ones are us, and he is the interloper. We let him into our tent, but once inside he won't leave.
