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Anything Goes
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Lesbian Female / 31
Small Town USA Where Life's Paths Intertwine To Keep The Peace
My life led me down the naughty path. Promiscuous to a fault, disobedient. bailed out more than once, car wrecked because I was drunk. I did my graduate degree in the northwest, and got involved with a woman and convinced myself that I had found my leaning. Two years and I was an emotional wreck, it took the outside eyes of one of my childhood friends, who was in town to visit, for me to see just how 'toxic' my relationship was. I followed her, my friend, back to my hometown.
I smoked, I was tattooed, had a piercing or two, one on my clit hidden from view. For all of my education I wasn't employable, certainly not to face the public. And the undertone was my reputation, going back to my teen years in school. I was 24 and the only job I was able to land was working in the public library part time. My boss was a fifty year old 'lesbian' who had stayed in town after finishing school and had 'adapted' there. She told me to put the west coast look in a drawer, let my hair grow out, ditch the piercings, go to church with my family, and 'fit in'. She didn't promise, but she did say that there were other young women in town who could be available to date a nice girl, but not 'that', with a wave over my 'look'.
After I had 'cleaned up' she gingerly introduced me to a friend of hers. Early thirties, a heart broken physics teacher at the high school. She picked good, we hit it off and in a jiffy we were in bed catching up on our mutual desires. It was a rocket that went off, and we were in orbit. I learned from her, the physics teacher, that her older brother's wife had died leaving him with two small children. She had taken on a large part of the burden with her two nieces and helping him run his house. 'Roped' in was the word she used. With me she used the word 'wife', he needs a wife to wash his socks and suck his cock. That could be you, she told me. You're perfect. And he 'needs' a wife. Security, two little kids that need a mother, a house, no more worrying about money. And since we would be in-laws who would be the wiser if we got along real well. I would have a built in lover as well.
We weren't drinking. In fact we had just spent the night together. It was the morning after glow. She asked me if I had ever sucked cock. I confessed to some teenage indiscretions. "You have to suck cock, and give him sex morning, noon and night. He has to get back on his own two feet when it comes to being a husband and father. Suck his cock and you will do fine, and I am always there to back you up with the kids and the house". I got married six weeks later. And the first thing I did was get down on my knees and suck his cock. His cock grew too fast and I landed on my back and he consummated the marriage with me. It wasn't that bad, sucking his cock.
Whether I took to the girls or the girls took to me is always a debate. I went into mother mode and when he 'suggested' quite emphatically that I 'needed' to have two of my own I submitted. That is submitting, mind you. Giving up your body for his use like that. I loved being pregnant. I had never been in love with myself before. That first year of being married, pregnant, with two little girls to take care of, I was in a dream. He had his things, but his sister was more than able to tame him. She, more than anyone, was responsible for all this and I was in love with her more than any person I had ever known. She was present at the birth of my child, her nephew Mark. She cuddled me and held me through my second pregnancy and she took lessons to 'receive' my second son, Alex. It's not that I'm married to her brother, I'm married to her in my heart.
In this small town, where the librarian looks for love with some young woman while stacking books on the shelves, I am married to the 'architect' who had lost his wife when she was so young, I am not just the mother to two step daughters, I have two sons of my own. Long gone are the piercings, the short pink hair, the clothes out off the hippy rack, the only thing left are the tattoos that beckon to those grad school days with that woman. I do love to suck cock, surprise to me, it prepares me for what comes next from the man in arousal. I take it like I was born to it. After he is sound asleep I go out to the kitchen and clean up and prepare the house for the morning ritual. It's my OCD response, folding laundry at midnight. I clean until I am settled down enough to go to bed myself.
As to the physics teacher and sister-in-law, well we are still in orbit, above the fray of daily living.
I smoked, I was tattooed, had a piercing or two, one on my clit hidden from view. For all of my education I wasn't employable, certainly not to face the public. And the undertone was my reputation, going back to my teen years in school. I was 24 and the only job I was able to land was working in the public library part time. My boss was a fifty year old 'lesbian' who had stayed in town after finishing school and had 'adapted' there. She told me to put the west coast look in a drawer, let my hair grow out, ditch the piercings, go to church with my family, and 'fit in'. She didn't promise, but she did say that there were other young women in town who could be available to date a nice girl, but not 'that', with a wave over my 'look'.
After I had 'cleaned up' she gingerly introduced me to a friend of hers. Early thirties, a heart broken physics teacher at the high school. She picked good, we hit it off and in a jiffy we were in bed catching up on our mutual desires. It was a rocket that went off, and we were in orbit. I learned from her, the physics teacher, that her older brother's wife had died leaving him with two small children. She had taken on a large part of the burden with her two nieces and helping him run his house. 'Roped' in was the word she used. With me she used the word 'wife', he needs a wife to wash his socks and suck his cock. That could be you, she told me. You're perfect. And he 'needs' a wife. Security, two little kids that need a mother, a house, no more worrying about money. And since we would be in-laws who would be the wiser if we got along real well. I would have a built in lover as well.
We weren't drinking. In fact we had just spent the night together. It was the morning after glow. She asked me if I had ever sucked cock. I confessed to some teenage indiscretions. "You have to suck cock, and give him sex morning, noon and night. He has to get back on his own two feet when it comes to being a husband and father. Suck his cock and you will do fine, and I am always there to back you up with the kids and the house". I got married six weeks later. And the first thing I did was get down on my knees and suck his cock. His cock grew too fast and I landed on my back and he consummated the marriage with me. It wasn't that bad, sucking his cock.
Whether I took to the girls or the girls took to me is always a debate. I went into mother mode and when he 'suggested' quite emphatically that I 'needed' to have two of my own I submitted. That is submitting, mind you. Giving up your body for his use like that. I loved being pregnant. I had never been in love with myself before. That first year of being married, pregnant, with two little girls to take care of, I was in a dream. He had his things, but his sister was more than able to tame him. She, more than anyone, was responsible for all this and I was in love with her more than any person I had ever known. She was present at the birth of my child, her nephew Mark. She cuddled me and held me through my second pregnancy and she took lessons to 'receive' my second son, Alex. It's not that I'm married to her brother, I'm married to her in my heart.
In this small town, where the librarian looks for love with some young woman while stacking books on the shelves, I am married to the 'architect' who had lost his wife when she was so young, I am not just the mother to two step daughters, I have two sons of my own. Long gone are the piercings, the short pink hair, the clothes out off the hippy rack, the only thing left are the tattoos that beckon to those grad school days with that woman. I do love to suck cock, surprise to me, it prepares me for what comes next from the man in arousal. I take it like I was born to it. After he is sound asleep I go out to the kitchen and clean up and prepare the house for the morning ritual. It's my OCD response, folding laundry at midnight. I clean until I am settled down enough to go to bed myself.
As to the physics teacher and sister-in-law, well we are still in orbit, above the fray of daily living.
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