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Straight Male / 67
A Man And His 'women'
I got married at 27 to a 22 year old girl. I hate to say this, because of the social climate, but she was not ready to get married, she was still a home girl. She cried on her wedding night, she cried afterwards. She cried for her mother. She was petrified of sex, and I had to force her legs open. Being kissed on the lips was a smothering moment. Having her tits grabbed, her pussy fingered were all something to run from. I was too young to understand. But she was my wife and I fucked her. Even if sometimes that meant getting on her back and forcing her legs open that way.
At that time I traveled constantly. She said I abandoned her. I came home one time early, I caught a flight a day early, out of Bogota. She was on her back with this woman I didn't know with her head buried between her legs. Her naked ass in the air and they didn't hear me. I dropped my pants and fucked the woman eating her. She fought but wasn't strong enough, I forced her into it. My pants about my ankles, my dick all the way in her. She screamed and yelled about getting pregnant, but it was too late, I fucked her and dropped a week's worth of cum in her.
She grabbed a pillow to cover her tits, but I tore it away and forced her to stand naked. There in front of me was the reason why my wife hated sex and me getting on her. My wife was a lesbian, through and through, and this woman was her lover. And now she was pregnant (something we found out about as the weeks passed and she never got a period). My wife was the dyke, and this was the femme, pretty in every way, a body to kill for. I fucked her until she took it. She moved in with my wife and 'they' had the baby. I fucked my wife from time to time to keep things even. I moved out, but had a key to their apartment. At that time I only fucked the two of them. They knew that having me over for dinner, one of them had to spread her legs, usually not my wife. Fucking a dyke is an experience. Until one of those days my wife said she was pregnant.
In that world, at that time, the lesbian nature of things didn't excuse me from supporting them. They lived the life of Riley, didn't work, and demanded a real house because of the kids. Knowing full well that meant I fucked them, especially I loved fucking my wife and all of her dyke resistance. My wife got pregnant a second time, and five years later her 'wife' got pregnant again.
This went on for years, twenty five years. As long as I didn't fuck another woman, they went along with it. I have to step aside, they got into kissing from time to time. Really heavy kissing with hands on tits and grabbing crotch and everything. Yelling at me not to watch and get out of the kitchen, or the den or the bedroom. They were hot for each other and demanded their privacy, take the kids and go get an ice cream. But when it was over they knew I was getting seconds and one of them had to put out. That was the contract, they put out because the contract called for one of them was for me to fuck. No other woman.
But getting back to twenty five years. I was forty eight and this young girl came to work for me. I sized her up and she was what was called 'fuckable'. Twenty two and a recent college graduate, I fucked her the first week she worked for me. She was a clinger, once fucked she was all mine. She was an affectionate type, unlike my wife and her girlfriend. She loved to be affectionate, and she opened wide and rode down on me. She wanted sex, and she didn't mind at all giving me a blow job. All those years forcing a woman to give it to me, and hear was a girl who gave it to me. My wife got mad, her girlfriend went ape shit. How could I fuck this other girl, wasn't it enough that I a had two women?
The long and short of it is that my little new girl got pregnant willingly and purposefully. She cleaned and picked up without complaining. All she wanted in life was three kids. She fought with my wife, called them lesbians. She showed them that she could get pregnant and she did. I have my 'young wife' girl beside me. My wife and her girlfriend are both in their mid sixties. They both remind me that I gave up more than I got in return. I had two women, now I have one. Bad ass trade, if you ask them.
I'm still married to the first one.
At that time I traveled constantly. She said I abandoned her. I came home one time early, I caught a flight a day early, out of Bogota. She was on her back with this woman I didn't know with her head buried between her legs. Her naked ass in the air and they didn't hear me. I dropped my pants and fucked the woman eating her. She fought but wasn't strong enough, I forced her into it. My pants about my ankles, my dick all the way in her. She screamed and yelled about getting pregnant, but it was too late, I fucked her and dropped a week's worth of cum in her.
She grabbed a pillow to cover her tits, but I tore it away and forced her to stand naked. There in front of me was the reason why my wife hated sex and me getting on her. My wife was a lesbian, through and through, and this woman was her lover. And now she was pregnant (something we found out about as the weeks passed and she never got a period). My wife was the dyke, and this was the femme, pretty in every way, a body to kill for. I fucked her until she took it. She moved in with my wife and 'they' had the baby. I fucked my wife from time to time to keep things even. I moved out, but had a key to their apartment. At that time I only fucked the two of them. They knew that having me over for dinner, one of them had to spread her legs, usually not my wife. Fucking a dyke is an experience. Until one of those days my wife said she was pregnant.
In that world, at that time, the lesbian nature of things didn't excuse me from supporting them. They lived the life of Riley, didn't work, and demanded a real house because of the kids. Knowing full well that meant I fucked them, especially I loved fucking my wife and all of her dyke resistance. My wife got pregnant a second time, and five years later her 'wife' got pregnant again.
This went on for years, twenty five years. As long as I didn't fuck another woman, they went along with it. I have to step aside, they got into kissing from time to time. Really heavy kissing with hands on tits and grabbing crotch and everything. Yelling at me not to watch and get out of the kitchen, or the den or the bedroom. They were hot for each other and demanded their privacy, take the kids and go get an ice cream. But when it was over they knew I was getting seconds and one of them had to put out. That was the contract, they put out because the contract called for one of them was for me to fuck. No other woman.
But getting back to twenty five years. I was forty eight and this young girl came to work for me. I sized her up and she was what was called 'fuckable'. Twenty two and a recent college graduate, I fucked her the first week she worked for me. She was a clinger, once fucked she was all mine. She was an affectionate type, unlike my wife and her girlfriend. She loved to be affectionate, and she opened wide and rode down on me. She wanted sex, and she didn't mind at all giving me a blow job. All those years forcing a woman to give it to me, and hear was a girl who gave it to me. My wife got mad, her girlfriend went ape shit. How could I fuck this other girl, wasn't it enough that I a had two women?
The long and short of it is that my little new girl got pregnant willingly and purposefully. She cleaned and picked up without complaining. All she wanted in life was three kids. She fought with my wife, called them lesbians. She showed them that she could get pregnant and she did. I have my 'young wife' girl beside me. My wife and her girlfriend are both in their mid sixties. They both remind me that I gave up more than I got in return. I had two women, now I have one. Bad ass trade, if you ask them.
I'm still married to the first one.
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