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Lesbian Female / 37
I Just Celebrated My 5th Anniversary With A Husband
I'm being serious. I am a lesbian wife of a man 14 years older. I met him at work. He was divorced with two children and his exwife ran off with some guy from California. He was looking for a woman to have in his home, he is one of those men that needs to have a woman around. Yes, to do the cooking and cleaning. And also, help when his children are visiting.
On my side I was a lowly purchasing clerk with no future. I have trouble committing and all my experiences ended in leaving. I was 32 and staring at the walls of an empty apartment. In a very sketchy part of town, with a 1996 Civic. Actually the conversation with him started over the Civic. I needed repairs that I couldn't afford and my credit card was maxed out and he was considering giving me a personal loan to get my car fixed. He is the one that said, why don't you come over and do some housework and work of the loan the way. The amount was 1,700.
I don't do housework in my work clothes. I went over in an old pair of jean shorts and T. I'm serious. He pinched my nipple. He apologized but the ice was broken. He pushed my top off and got in my pants and performed his he-man scene on me. Only once before in my life had I had sex with a male, and that was when I was fourteen and I have bad memories of it. But now I was there and he was finishing, pumping like crazy, holding me down hard with his hands on my shoulders, saying things like 'God damn I like pussy'. When he got off I was all wet, I was dripping when I went to the bathroom to clean up. I had never had cum run down my legs before. When I came out of the bathroom he told me he wanted me to come to him and he wanted to fuck me again.
Again, yes the time wasn't immediate, but he was just as hard the second time and this time he talked to me all they way through it, grabbing my face and telling me to keep eye contact with him while he fucked me. He told me things like 'there is a reason women get fucked', that he didn't realize how much he wanted me, don't tell him if I had ever been fucked before he didn't want to hear it, he wanted to wake up and smell me beside him. He was just as intense when he came the second time, squeezing the last drop out so as not to cheat me.
I lost my head and after two weeks I married him on an escape weekend. For months after I got married he fucked me every time he could, he was pissed enough when I had my period and took it out on me as soon as I was available to him again. I had never had sex like that in my life. I had never even thought about a man's lust for a woman. To say he destroyed my pussy, that's how I felt. I was scared my pussy would never be the same again. My social circle were all lesbians and they were the only ones that I could talk to, and to a T they all said go for it, he gets the pussy and I get the money. We were all poor lesbians.
The honeymoon was over slowly, the sex was just as intense but not as often. He sat at the table to watch me do women's work. Calling me to him to pinch my nipples or kiss me. I got nice clothes and a new car and he moved into a much nicer place with me. He wanted a place with three bedrooms so when his kids came they each had their bedroom. He had this thing about watching me clean with my ass up and I got slapped on the ass a lot or he grabbed my pussy from the back and called me to the bedroom. I learned a lot about an erection, and grabbing it and I chocked on it when I first put it in my mouth for him.
I'm 37 now and life is normal. He helps with the household chores, but I do most everything. I can work if I want to but I don't have to. I took two years off to get my head straight and get a masters. I am back to being a lesbian and having all those lesbian feelings. Like a volcano erupting they came back with a vengeance. Sex with him is obligatory, I lay back and he makes love to me, but that feeling when I first got married is gone and I don't know if it will ever come back to me. I'll be honest, during those days when he started fucking me it did something to me. I'll never run off with some guy from California.
On my side I was a lowly purchasing clerk with no future. I have trouble committing and all my experiences ended in leaving. I was 32 and staring at the walls of an empty apartment. In a very sketchy part of town, with a 1996 Civic. Actually the conversation with him started over the Civic. I needed repairs that I couldn't afford and my credit card was maxed out and he was considering giving me a personal loan to get my car fixed. He is the one that said, why don't you come over and do some housework and work of the loan the way. The amount was 1,700.
I don't do housework in my work clothes. I went over in an old pair of jean shorts and T. I'm serious. He pinched my nipple. He apologized but the ice was broken. He pushed my top off and got in my pants and performed his he-man scene on me. Only once before in my life had I had sex with a male, and that was when I was fourteen and I have bad memories of it. But now I was there and he was finishing, pumping like crazy, holding me down hard with his hands on my shoulders, saying things like 'God damn I like pussy'. When he got off I was all wet, I was dripping when I went to the bathroom to clean up. I had never had cum run down my legs before. When I came out of the bathroom he told me he wanted me to come to him and he wanted to fuck me again.
Again, yes the time wasn't immediate, but he was just as hard the second time and this time he talked to me all they way through it, grabbing my face and telling me to keep eye contact with him while he fucked me. He told me things like 'there is a reason women get fucked', that he didn't realize how much he wanted me, don't tell him if I had ever been fucked before he didn't want to hear it, he wanted to wake up and smell me beside him. He was just as intense when he came the second time, squeezing the last drop out so as not to cheat me.
I lost my head and after two weeks I married him on an escape weekend. For months after I got married he fucked me every time he could, he was pissed enough when I had my period and took it out on me as soon as I was available to him again. I had never had sex like that in my life. I had never even thought about a man's lust for a woman. To say he destroyed my pussy, that's how I felt. I was scared my pussy would never be the same again. My social circle were all lesbians and they were the only ones that I could talk to, and to a T they all said go for it, he gets the pussy and I get the money. We were all poor lesbians.
The honeymoon was over slowly, the sex was just as intense but not as often. He sat at the table to watch me do women's work. Calling me to him to pinch my nipples or kiss me. I got nice clothes and a new car and he moved into a much nicer place with me. He wanted a place with three bedrooms so when his kids came they each had their bedroom. He had this thing about watching me clean with my ass up and I got slapped on the ass a lot or he grabbed my pussy from the back and called me to the bedroom. I learned a lot about an erection, and grabbing it and I chocked on it when I first put it in my mouth for him.
I'm 37 now and life is normal. He helps with the household chores, but I do most everything. I can work if I want to but I don't have to. I took two years off to get my head straight and get a masters. I am back to being a lesbian and having all those lesbian feelings. Like a volcano erupting they came back with a vengeance. Sex with him is obligatory, I lay back and he makes love to me, but that feeling when I first got married is gone and I don't know if it will ever come back to me. I'll be honest, during those days when he started fucking me it did something to me. I'll never run off with some guy from California.
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