Lesbian Female / 29
I Met Her And Her Husband, He Already Owned Her Before He Met Me
In 2014, the summer after my first semester, my mother asked me to go with her to the time share in Boca. She and her husband were splitting up and that was going to be the last year of the time share. It was just us two. In the other units it was mostly older couples, a few older women, and a few older men. The pool for me at 19 was a lonely place.
I went for a run, the usual route and ran with this woman in her late twenties who invited me to come meet her husband. I went, they were in another condo complex. I didn't go back that night. By the time the sun came up I had shared oral sex with her and she had supervised anal sex with her husband. In the shower in the morning she asked me if I knew what it meant to give up my ass to a man. He owned it.
He was running and it was just the two of us in the shower and she wanted to 'wash me down'. To run her hands all over me, including up my crack and her finger in my vagina. That and more kisses, sopping wet under the shower she kissed me while fingering me, took me out the shower to eat me. Since her husband now owned me it was like her owning me too.
When her husband got back we were dressed and fixing something to eat. He showered and we made omelets and coffee. I was still in my running clothes from last night, but I had on a pair of panties that belonged to her because mine were a mess. She told her husband he had to take me back to my mother and explain and let her know that I was going to go live with them in Texas.
Needless to say my mother was beyond upset, I was gone all night, the cops had told her that it wasn't an unusual thing for young women to be out all night and to call them after 24 hours. He decided that I needed to understand that he now owned me and he took me into my room and had full on intercourse with me, with a load full of semen. I was 19, and fully aware as to what I was doing. I won't say I wanted it, but I certainly gave myself to it. That pissed off my mother enough to threaten to disown me. He answered by telling her not to worry, he was taking me back to Texas with them.
I went, never resisted a single moment. I sat between them on the plane and back at their place took my place in bed with them. It was wild sex, all kind of sex, a lot of woman on woman sex, he took advantage her disarming me and he took advantage that she was disarmed. I can play it back like a movie, I don't think I put on a pair of panties for three days. The worst, if you call it the worst, was being sat down in front of him at the table with my legs open so he could have his fill of oysters. I didn't want my legs to be closed and I wanted to have his arm around me in bed to go to sleep, Whatever repressed sex I had came out and she more than him was elated. She had finally found a girl to share with him, meaning he shared me with her.
I didn't call my mother until I was 12 weeks pregnant. Which was three months after I left Florida to live with them in Texas. By then, unbeknown to us, she was also pregnant, but following behind eight weeks. She says she knew, but she hadn't mentioned it at all. We lived a nice life, we both lived in the same room, and it was a woman only domain. We made love, and as we grew out we spent a lot of time admiring how we were pregnant. By the time we had our two babies on the nipple, he was living his life in an apartment.
I suppose that somehow you know when you are part of anther persons life. We became inseparable, paid scant attention to him unless we had to. As long as the money flowed it, we didn't care what he did. By the time the pandemic came and the separations were mandatory, we rethought our life and we all three lived together, as the house was bigger than the apartment. It was hot and steamy most of the time and we fell pregnant again. This time it wasn't by accident, or carelessness, it was carefully planned and executed.
We live much as we did before the pandemic, we have the house and the kids and swimming pool. He has the apartment. We don't ask and he doesn't say anything, but there is always money in our account. We pay our ordinary bills, he pays the mortgage and the cars and all the expensive things. Sure we are spoiled, spoiled rotten. And our kids are spoiled. It's the price he pays for owning us. We don't hear any complaints on his part.
I went for a run, the usual route and ran with this woman in her late twenties who invited me to come meet her husband. I went, they were in another condo complex. I didn't go back that night. By the time the sun came up I had shared oral sex with her and she had supervised anal sex with her husband. In the shower in the morning she asked me if I knew what it meant to give up my ass to a man. He owned it.
He was running and it was just the two of us in the shower and she wanted to 'wash me down'. To run her hands all over me, including up my crack and her finger in my vagina. That and more kisses, sopping wet under the shower she kissed me while fingering me, took me out the shower to eat me. Since her husband now owned me it was like her owning me too.
When her husband got back we were dressed and fixing something to eat. He showered and we made omelets and coffee. I was still in my running clothes from last night, but I had on a pair of panties that belonged to her because mine were a mess. She told her husband he had to take me back to my mother and explain and let her know that I was going to go live with them in Texas.
Needless to say my mother was beyond upset, I was gone all night, the cops had told her that it wasn't an unusual thing for young women to be out all night and to call them after 24 hours. He decided that I needed to understand that he now owned me and he took me into my room and had full on intercourse with me, with a load full of semen. I was 19, and fully aware as to what I was doing. I won't say I wanted it, but I certainly gave myself to it. That pissed off my mother enough to threaten to disown me. He answered by telling her not to worry, he was taking me back to Texas with them.
I went, never resisted a single moment. I sat between them on the plane and back at their place took my place in bed with them. It was wild sex, all kind of sex, a lot of woman on woman sex, he took advantage her disarming me and he took advantage that she was disarmed. I can play it back like a movie, I don't think I put on a pair of panties for three days. The worst, if you call it the worst, was being sat down in front of him at the table with my legs open so he could have his fill of oysters. I didn't want my legs to be closed and I wanted to have his arm around me in bed to go to sleep, Whatever repressed sex I had came out and she more than him was elated. She had finally found a girl to share with him, meaning he shared me with her.
I didn't call my mother until I was 12 weeks pregnant. Which was three months after I left Florida to live with them in Texas. By then, unbeknown to us, she was also pregnant, but following behind eight weeks. She says she knew, but she hadn't mentioned it at all. We lived a nice life, we both lived in the same room, and it was a woman only domain. We made love, and as we grew out we spent a lot of time admiring how we were pregnant. By the time we had our two babies on the nipple, he was living his life in an apartment.
I suppose that somehow you know when you are part of anther persons life. We became inseparable, paid scant attention to him unless we had to. As long as the money flowed it, we didn't care what he did. By the time the pandemic came and the separations were mandatory, we rethought our life and we all three lived together, as the house was bigger than the apartment. It was hot and steamy most of the time and we fell pregnant again. This time it wasn't by accident, or carelessness, it was carefully planned and executed.
We live much as we did before the pandemic, we have the house and the kids and swimming pool. He has the apartment. We don't ask and he doesn't say anything, but there is always money in our account. We pay our ordinary bills, he pays the mortgage and the cars and all the expensive things. Sure we are spoiled, spoiled rotten. And our kids are spoiled. It's the price he pays for owning us. We don't hear any complaints on his part.
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