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My Spouse
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Lesbian Female / 33
I Gave Into A Man And Got Married And Have Two Kids Now
It was after a conversation with my boss that I told him I was a lesbian, dyke. He is the very first person I ever voiced that to. I said dyke because I always am the one that opens the chase, and I control the sex. I like girls who are accommodating and nice. A girl who likes to fold laundry. During sex I am the top, I make love to her and I get off by making her orgasm. I guess that makes me the dyke.
He listened to me and told me that I had chosen a path that went nowhere. That I needed to sit back and think hard about what I was saying. A woman, any woman, every woman, needs a home to be complete. A home with children and a man to take care of. A man who can support her. Like him. And that he wanted to support me and take care of me and he wanted me to have children. That was not an offer he was going to make again, take it while it was open, or regret it the rest of my life.
To stand up and come over to him and kiss him. To lean into him. To make my body his. He stood there, looking down at me sitting at my desk. Well? he raised his voice, Now, get up and come over and kiss me. Get your ass over here. To kiss him he made me put my arms around his neck and rub my chest against him, he grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me up to him. I lost my virginity and more, and the following Thursday I married him. I got the kitchen and the laundry room and he got the den and the garage. I got the left side of the bed and he got the right side of the bed. I got most of the closet because I have more clothes, and the right side of the dresser. I had no birth control to throw away.
I woke up from my actions a couple of weeks after getting married. What had I done? By then I was probably pregnant. By then I had already submitted my information for my name change at the Social Security office and the DMV. By then I had already told my parents I had eloped. By then the order in the house was being set, he wanted me to turn in my resignation so I could stay home and make it my home where I would receive my children. I was 28 and overnight I was in over my head, not in love, just in awe. But he was in love and he had gotten me to marry him.
For all the experience I had I had never had sex with a man, and the man is the initiator, the dominant sex partner. He is also the dominant partner, all day every day. I resigned three weeks after getting married and after all of the paperwork at work had gone thru for the insurance and change of beneficiaries. He hung it out there for me, give him a son and he would put the house in my name.
Knowing that men want sex all the time isn't the same as having a man have sex with you all of the time. As I suspected I never had a first period after getting married, I was pregnant and I was at home making a home for him and my expectant baby. It was hard to put it out of my head what if I had a girl and not a son, I had to start over again. I had my moments of dominance, but I backed off if he wasn't taking it. I could be dominant in the kitchen all I wanted to be, but not in the bedroom.
I grew a baby pretty normally and had a normal birth, but not all natural. I recovered quickly in a couple of days I was walking ok and in a week he was knocking on the door for me. I had arranged my house, I say my house because I did have a son, and he did have the lawyers change the ownership to me, but he said he wanted another one so I was back on my back and he was putting another baby in me. It crossed my mind that having sex with me to get me pregnant was really turning him into a tiger. He couldn't go easy or slow, it was wham, bam thank you ma'am sex. Over and over.
I'm 33 now and we have two sons and they are both in preschool. I am a competent homemaker and I suppose competent lover because he doesn't stay off of me. In my dreams at night, when I'm left to dream, I dream of a girl. I pick one out to fantasize with, like the girl at the cleaners, or the check out girl and the supermarket. The one I fantasize most about is the girl at the bank, but she's married. I fantasize a lot and masturbate a lot. I have a lot of time at home for it. Maybe that's why when he reaches for me I give in so quickly. I need the physical side, the embrace and the penetration, I measure sexual completion by successful penetration and his orgasm.
I want to be a dyke, and chase a girl around. But I only think about it, or fantasize. I don't actually do it. I'm scared shitless of cheating on him.
He listened to me and told me that I had chosen a path that went nowhere. That I needed to sit back and think hard about what I was saying. A woman, any woman, every woman, needs a home to be complete. A home with children and a man to take care of. A man who can support her. Like him. And that he wanted to support me and take care of me and he wanted me to have children. That was not an offer he was going to make again, take it while it was open, or regret it the rest of my life.
To stand up and come over to him and kiss him. To lean into him. To make my body his. He stood there, looking down at me sitting at my desk. Well? he raised his voice, Now, get up and come over and kiss me. Get your ass over here. To kiss him he made me put my arms around his neck and rub my chest against him, he grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me up to him. I lost my virginity and more, and the following Thursday I married him. I got the kitchen and the laundry room and he got the den and the garage. I got the left side of the bed and he got the right side of the bed. I got most of the closet because I have more clothes, and the right side of the dresser. I had no birth control to throw away.
I woke up from my actions a couple of weeks after getting married. What had I done? By then I was probably pregnant. By then I had already submitted my information for my name change at the Social Security office and the DMV. By then I had already told my parents I had eloped. By then the order in the house was being set, he wanted me to turn in my resignation so I could stay home and make it my home where I would receive my children. I was 28 and overnight I was in over my head, not in love, just in awe. But he was in love and he had gotten me to marry him.
For all the experience I had I had never had sex with a man, and the man is the initiator, the dominant sex partner. He is also the dominant partner, all day every day. I resigned three weeks after getting married and after all of the paperwork at work had gone thru for the insurance and change of beneficiaries. He hung it out there for me, give him a son and he would put the house in my name.
Knowing that men want sex all the time isn't the same as having a man have sex with you all of the time. As I suspected I never had a first period after getting married, I was pregnant and I was at home making a home for him and my expectant baby. It was hard to put it out of my head what if I had a girl and not a son, I had to start over again. I had my moments of dominance, but I backed off if he wasn't taking it. I could be dominant in the kitchen all I wanted to be, but not in the bedroom.
I grew a baby pretty normally and had a normal birth, but not all natural. I recovered quickly in a couple of days I was walking ok and in a week he was knocking on the door for me. I had arranged my house, I say my house because I did have a son, and he did have the lawyers change the ownership to me, but he said he wanted another one so I was back on my back and he was putting another baby in me. It crossed my mind that having sex with me to get me pregnant was really turning him into a tiger. He couldn't go easy or slow, it was wham, bam thank you ma'am sex. Over and over.
I'm 33 now and we have two sons and they are both in preschool. I am a competent homemaker and I suppose competent lover because he doesn't stay off of me. In my dreams at night, when I'm left to dream, I dream of a girl. I pick one out to fantasize with, like the girl at the cleaners, or the check out girl and the supermarket. The one I fantasize most about is the girl at the bank, but she's married. I fantasize a lot and masturbate a lot. I have a lot of time at home for it. Maybe that's why when he reaches for me I give in so quickly. I need the physical side, the embrace and the penetration, I measure sexual completion by successful penetration and his orgasm.
I want to be a dyke, and chase a girl around. But I only think about it, or fantasize. I don't actually do it. I'm scared shitless of cheating on him.
