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Straight Male / 66
I Got A Lesbian College Girl Pregnant And Married Her
I returned for an MBA when I was 29, full time funded by the company I worked for. I social life was around other graduates students. I met this junior undergrad girl Carmen through a female grad student, Kelly. At a party I went to this girl Carmen was there, she and Kelly the grad student were talking. I butted into their conversation and as was my habit I steered the conversation towards subjects and matters that interested me. This girl Carmen was overly assertive and she challenged me. I had to come down hard on her several times, to listen before she spoke. Kelly tried to intervene and told Carmen several times to back off and tried to get her to walk away with her. But Carmen wouldn't have it, she wanted an open air fight. She wanted to impose her opinion and I wasn't having that.
One thing led to another and she slapped at me, and I caught her wrist in my hand. I didn't let go, I twisted it so that Carmen had to follow her wrist and bend with it. When she was bent down over the breakfast bar I decided to fuck her. It wasn't anything romantic, it was putting her in her place and shutting her up. She was pinned against the breakfast counter and she was easy to fuck, the angle that she hung over the counter kept her legs apart for me. After I was done I told her to get me a glass of water and to grab the dishrag from the sink and wipe my dick clean.
I didn't know at the time that she and Kelly were lesbians. Or that Kelly was the pleaser and that Kelly took care of her. I didn't know any of that, and at that time it didn't matter even if I had known. She needed to have her nose rubbed in it. Three months later, right before summer break, Kelly came to me and told me that Carmen was pregnant and I needed to do something. That something was marry her, or she could not go back to her country single and pregnant. I had that summer and fall to be finished and I set the ground rules with Carmen and told her that there was only one man and she wasn't it.
It wasn't an easy arrangement. She did get her name changed, and other niceties. She let her family know from long distance that she had eloped with an American, her excuse was that she was then able to get a green card. That she was pregnant, well that was an accident. That summer she and Kelly stayed together, and gave me the run around. That fall Carmen's younger sister showed up as a Freshman.
I finished my MBA and had to return to work. The whole tribe of women stayed on to finish their degree programs. There was no daylight between Carmen and Kelly, they were thick as thieves and tested me daily by showing me who Carmen was really married to. Between Kelly and the younger sister, leaving her at college to care for the baby was ok by me, I went back to work where things were sane.
They had Carmen breast feeding which she was embarrassed to let me see. Carmen's sister told me that her sister and Kelly were a lesbian couple to put it out in the open, as if I didn't know it already. Carmen was off limits after giving birth. The sister skipped around and told me that I should focus on Kelly. But in the end it was Carmen, and Carmen got pregnant again right during spring break. She graduated that following Spring, and so did Kelly and I brought them down to live near me. It was a useless exercise trying to bend her to live with me, so they lived together in an apartment close to me.
They were a bit upside down because Carmen was the dyke and Kelly was the princess, and it was Carmen who had to breast feed. Anything that obvious that was female was hard for Carmen to stomach. All during those first years Carmen and Kelly played footsie in front of me, proving to me that I was the outsider. But Carmen had to put up with me, I didn't touch Kelly. Little by little Carmen allowed me. even if at times she would cuss me afterwards.
We have been married thirty five years now. Carmen and Kelly are still together as a couple. Carmen's little sister married a ROTC and got her green card that way. Carmen can read me, and knows when it's time to surrender. Unlike when she was a young woman and I first met her she has grown into accepting herself and being more of a woman. I guess the biggest compliment I get is she refers to me as her husband, in any and all conversations. Even when they are around other lesbian couples.
One thing led to another and she slapped at me, and I caught her wrist in my hand. I didn't let go, I twisted it so that Carmen had to follow her wrist and bend with it. When she was bent down over the breakfast bar I decided to fuck her. It wasn't anything romantic, it was putting her in her place and shutting her up. She was pinned against the breakfast counter and she was easy to fuck, the angle that she hung over the counter kept her legs apart for me. After I was done I told her to get me a glass of water and to grab the dishrag from the sink and wipe my dick clean.
I didn't know at the time that she and Kelly were lesbians. Or that Kelly was the pleaser and that Kelly took care of her. I didn't know any of that, and at that time it didn't matter even if I had known. She needed to have her nose rubbed in it. Three months later, right before summer break, Kelly came to me and told me that Carmen was pregnant and I needed to do something. That something was marry her, or she could not go back to her country single and pregnant. I had that summer and fall to be finished and I set the ground rules with Carmen and told her that there was only one man and she wasn't it.
It wasn't an easy arrangement. She did get her name changed, and other niceties. She let her family know from long distance that she had eloped with an American, her excuse was that she was then able to get a green card. That she was pregnant, well that was an accident. That summer she and Kelly stayed together, and gave me the run around. That fall Carmen's younger sister showed up as a Freshman.
I finished my MBA and had to return to work. The whole tribe of women stayed on to finish their degree programs. There was no daylight between Carmen and Kelly, they were thick as thieves and tested me daily by showing me who Carmen was really married to. Between Kelly and the younger sister, leaving her at college to care for the baby was ok by me, I went back to work where things were sane.
They had Carmen breast feeding which she was embarrassed to let me see. Carmen's sister told me that her sister and Kelly were a lesbian couple to put it out in the open, as if I didn't know it already. Carmen was off limits after giving birth. The sister skipped around and told me that I should focus on Kelly. But in the end it was Carmen, and Carmen got pregnant again right during spring break. She graduated that following Spring, and so did Kelly and I brought them down to live near me. It was a useless exercise trying to bend her to live with me, so they lived together in an apartment close to me.
They were a bit upside down because Carmen was the dyke and Kelly was the princess, and it was Carmen who had to breast feed. Anything that obvious that was female was hard for Carmen to stomach. All during those first years Carmen and Kelly played footsie in front of me, proving to me that I was the outsider. But Carmen had to put up with me, I didn't touch Kelly. Little by little Carmen allowed me. even if at times she would cuss me afterwards.
We have been married thirty five years now. Carmen and Kelly are still together as a couple. Carmen's little sister married a ROTC and got her green card that way. Carmen can read me, and knows when it's time to surrender. Unlike when she was a young woman and I first met her she has grown into accepting herself and being more of a woman. I guess the biggest compliment I get is she refers to me as her husband, in any and all conversations. Even when they are around other lesbian couples.
