Bi-Sexual Female / 34
Caught Between The Rock And The Hard Place I Have No Choice Now
Starting with my father I was raised around strong willed authoritarian men. His business associates, my own brother fits the model. Men who were social scientists and their type were ridiculed and looked down on.
I went to a far away school in Canada. Met some real nice guys, fun guys. Also women. I experimented with women, not men. Found women easier to relate to, easier to become intimately involved with. I really liked the girls. I slipped with my older sister. One day later I was called home. Get married or you are out on your own. My brother had a close friend who always liked me. Sports captain, debate honors, engineering graduate, tall, strong, he lifted me up over his head. Sex wax tumultuous, physical, overpowering. I married him after he agreed to let me finish college before giving him sons.
The years went by, the sons were born, with sisters to look after. The connections with my family and his engineering degree worked wonders, and at the age of 33 he was a senior vp. Everything momma wanted for her baby daughter, close with my older brother, the quintessential heir to the next generation of management.
Along the way I made friends with Olga, Denise, Angela. With each I tumbled in the hay. The more I tumbled the more I wanted to tumble. Angela is a meso activist and told a friend she was seeing me. It didn't take long for the rumor mill to make it back to my husband. Confronted, I confessed. My punishment, or banishment, was swift. I was sent with my kids to live my grandparents so my kids could develop a closer relationship with them. I didn't have a car, and for money I had a debit card spring loaded, but never more that 250 at a time.
I was brought to my knees, apologized and asked for forgiveness and returned 'home' to my husband. He's the father of five children with me, I don't know of any others. He has my full attention. I have been careful, but I kissed Angela again. It's a deep secret, she knows the consequences of talking. I'm not messing around. I'm in love with Angela not my husband.
But we know that I have to stay married, with the father of my children, and my parents won't support me of he runs me off for cheating. I dread the moment he finds out I'm in love with Angela. So it's very secret, hidden, and forbidden. Playing with fire, he isn't a man to fool with. It's not for nothing he's my brother's best friend and I'm my brother's baby sister. He's going to be the company's COO and he can't afford a scandal. No one can afford a scandal. I can't afford a scandal and neither can my children.
I went to a far away school in Canada. Met some real nice guys, fun guys. Also women. I experimented with women, not men. Found women easier to relate to, easier to become intimately involved with. I really liked the girls. I slipped with my older sister. One day later I was called home. Get married or you are out on your own. My brother had a close friend who always liked me. Sports captain, debate honors, engineering graduate, tall, strong, he lifted me up over his head. Sex wax tumultuous, physical, overpowering. I married him after he agreed to let me finish college before giving him sons.
The years went by, the sons were born, with sisters to look after. The connections with my family and his engineering degree worked wonders, and at the age of 33 he was a senior vp. Everything momma wanted for her baby daughter, close with my older brother, the quintessential heir to the next generation of management.
Along the way I made friends with Olga, Denise, Angela. With each I tumbled in the hay. The more I tumbled the more I wanted to tumble. Angela is a meso activist and told a friend she was seeing me. It didn't take long for the rumor mill to make it back to my husband. Confronted, I confessed. My punishment, or banishment, was swift. I was sent with my kids to live my grandparents so my kids could develop a closer relationship with them. I didn't have a car, and for money I had a debit card spring loaded, but never more that 250 at a time.
I was brought to my knees, apologized and asked for forgiveness and returned 'home' to my husband. He's the father of five children with me, I don't know of any others. He has my full attention. I have been careful, but I kissed Angela again. It's a deep secret, she knows the consequences of talking. I'm not messing around. I'm in love with Angela not my husband.
But we know that I have to stay married, with the father of my children, and my parents won't support me of he runs me off for cheating. I dread the moment he finds out I'm in love with Angela. So it's very secret, hidden, and forbidden. Playing with fire, he isn't a man to fool with. It's not for nothing he's my brother's best friend and I'm my brother's baby sister. He's going to be the company's COO and he can't afford a scandal. No one can afford a scandal. I can't afford a scandal and neither can my children.
