My Wife's Soulmate And Lover

I met my wife as seniors in college. She was all in with the women's lib movement. No bra. Nice tits. She and a fellow libber took off for to participate in a NOW March. While there at the HQ hotel she was the center of an assault in an elevator by an aggressive female telling her to give it up to her. She tried several friends unsuccessfully from the pay phone in the lobby. Finally she called me, my number on a piece of paper in her purse. I agreed to drive to get her. In the meantime she and her friend to remain out in public, no elevators or bathrooms alone.

I arrived at the hotel after eleven that night, and drove them back to college. Neither of them ever offered a thank you or a dime for the gas. For weeks after her experienced she tried rationalizing it was a man in the elevator, but it was a woman, probably drunk, and I guessed from San Francisco. The truth today is not settled.

But those tits, small tops, no bra had my attention. At a party a week before graduation I got her in position and helped her give in to my desires. Once done, she went quiet, except for telling me I had to marry her. She never again put up resistance, she took to her domestic responsibilities, and that was the end of braless living. Repeating a saying she attributed to her upbringing, bear children early raise them in her thirties.

A girl, then a boy, stay at home until they went to college, maids coming weekly, annual trips to spend a month with her mother, girlfriend network, Tupperwear parties. Sex, well that was by obligation, as no woman willingly did that. By the time we had been married ten years I had enjoyed two affairs with fellow workers.

One day, it was a Sunday, the kids were still in bed angering her about neglecting church, that she surprised me. Naming her by name, she said that that girl needed me to let her have children. Her words were 'don't deny her children'. It caught me by surprise, how did she know? She knew, her spy network worked for her. That Thanksgiving she invited her to share family dinner. They cleaned up the kitchen together, and my office wife girlfriend got my wife's blessing.

For the next many years, my office wife dutifully bore two children, dutifully maintained a cordial personal relationship with my wife. They addressed logistics, investments, schooling together. My wife had found her woman connection. NOW, liberation, her elevator moment, all came together, she was in love. I had never believed much in soulmate theory, but these two women had become soulmates. Had times been different they may well have been married, but the times being what they were then the best solution was one the wife and one the mistress.

We are now approaching that time in life where the women go cruising, and I go golfing.