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My Spouse
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Straight Male / 50
I Married A Difficult Woman And Now She Claims She's A Lesbian In Love
After college I moved for my first big job. I lived in an apartment complex that was close to downtown. In those days apartments didn't have washer dryer connections so you had to go down into the basement under the parking garage. There you met the ones that did laundry on the same day, time after time. Secretaries, salesmen. This one girl was there, she was shy and if anyone was watching she just didn't take her unmentionables out of the washer or dryer. Her name was Matilda, and she wasn't interested in talking to me.
But we were on the same schedule and one day I asked why she didn't do my laundry, I would bring it down to the laundromat and she could do my laundry and maybe there was something she needed done and I would do it in return. I got the biggest fuck off look and I laughed. I reached over and grabbed a pair of her underwear right out of her basket. I put them to my nose. She screamed or something like it, and I threw them back at her and told her I needed a girl to do my laundry, left my quarters and told her my apartment number.
I got my laundry, neatly folded and I asked what time she fixed dinner. I needed a girl to cook for me because I was tired of eating out and eating sandwiches and she looked like she could cook. I walked her laundry basket to her apartment for her and asked her what she was going to cook for me. While she prepared something to eat I sat back and watched the news. When the meal was over I tried to help pick up the table, but she told me to sit down, that was woman's work and she didn't want me in her kitchen. She came by to pick up my laundry, she fixed dinner on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the other days she had classes at the college.
She was always extremely secretive about her panties and bras. But I took them out of her basket to look at them. One Tuesday when we had just had dinner I asked her which pair of panties she had on. She told me none of my business but I grabbed and pulled up her dress to see for myself. It was time I told her to get personal, for her to take off her panties and let me get a good look. I wanted tits too, so she could let them out. I wasn't going back to my apartment without getting woman sex from her. Once she had given me sex, lost her virginity she said, she wanted to get married. She was doing the laundry and cooking and now I was having sex with her so I needed to marry her. We got married a couple of weeks later, a minister she hired and a few friends.
This marriage has always been a struggle. When she was in her mid thirties she confessed to me, she came out to me, that she was really a lesbian and she was in love with this woman I met when we got married. I didn't give her permission and told her she needed to have some kids, that's what I needed from her, not a problem with another woman. She sat down hard and put her face in her hands. Now things were serious for her. But she had two kids over the next three years and by the time she was forty she was staying home to be their mother. I heard from her from time to time about her friend, but she never used the word lesbian. Just that if it wasn't for her friend she would be so lonely.
It was another time, she told me she loved her, 'don't you understand'. How long had they been seeing each other? Since before I met her at the apartments, her friend lived there too but she refused to become married to a man. In a moment of anger she told me she had kissed her friend a long time before I ever kissed her. And to make a point, they kissed and got naked before I made her have sex with me.
So what was she going to do, she was pushing 40 and she had two children and she was married and she had a lot of laundry and cooking to do. I wasn't going anywhere, so she needed to find a way for her to meet all her marital responsibilities and her responsibilities as a mother. Life's difficult, tough luck for her, but she was married. And that was that. And she was my wife. And, that was that. And I am not moving out over for some woman.
I'm waiting,
But we were on the same schedule and one day I asked why she didn't do my laundry, I would bring it down to the laundromat and she could do my laundry and maybe there was something she needed done and I would do it in return. I got the biggest fuck off look and I laughed. I reached over and grabbed a pair of her underwear right out of her basket. I put them to my nose. She screamed or something like it, and I threw them back at her and told her I needed a girl to do my laundry, left my quarters and told her my apartment number.
I got my laundry, neatly folded and I asked what time she fixed dinner. I needed a girl to cook for me because I was tired of eating out and eating sandwiches and she looked like she could cook. I walked her laundry basket to her apartment for her and asked her what she was going to cook for me. While she prepared something to eat I sat back and watched the news. When the meal was over I tried to help pick up the table, but she told me to sit down, that was woman's work and she didn't want me in her kitchen. She came by to pick up my laundry, she fixed dinner on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the other days she had classes at the college.
She was always extremely secretive about her panties and bras. But I took them out of her basket to look at them. One Tuesday when we had just had dinner I asked her which pair of panties she had on. She told me none of my business but I grabbed and pulled up her dress to see for myself. It was time I told her to get personal, for her to take off her panties and let me get a good look. I wanted tits too, so she could let them out. I wasn't going back to my apartment without getting woman sex from her. Once she had given me sex, lost her virginity she said, she wanted to get married. She was doing the laundry and cooking and now I was having sex with her so I needed to marry her. We got married a couple of weeks later, a minister she hired and a few friends.
This marriage has always been a struggle. When she was in her mid thirties she confessed to me, she came out to me, that she was really a lesbian and she was in love with this woman I met when we got married. I didn't give her permission and told her she needed to have some kids, that's what I needed from her, not a problem with another woman. She sat down hard and put her face in her hands. Now things were serious for her. But she had two kids over the next three years and by the time she was forty she was staying home to be their mother. I heard from her from time to time about her friend, but she never used the word lesbian. Just that if it wasn't for her friend she would be so lonely.
It was another time, she told me she loved her, 'don't you understand'. How long had they been seeing each other? Since before I met her at the apartments, her friend lived there too but she refused to become married to a man. In a moment of anger she told me she had kissed her friend a long time before I ever kissed her. And to make a point, they kissed and got naked before I made her have sex with me.
So what was she going to do, she was pushing 40 and she had two children and she was married and she had a lot of laundry and cooking to do. I wasn't going anywhere, so she needed to find a way for her to meet all her marital responsibilities and her responsibilities as a mother. Life's difficult, tough luck for her, but she was married. And that was that. And she was my wife. And, that was that. And I am not moving out over for some woman.
I'm waiting,
