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My Family
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Lesbian Female / 58
Married Into A Different Culture Where Men Can Have More Than One Wife
This all happened in 1996. I just turned 30 and was working for a multinational as a junior counsel and I met this woman, 34, who worked in the accounting department. For me it was instant attraction, for her it was too. It happened in a flash, a week only, and I was being made love to at my apartment. She was married to a foreigner she married for his papers.
With the affair going on I asked her why she stayed married, she obviously didn't love him. She told me it was habit, she had been married seven years and they got along and he was very grateful to her for helping him get his papers. I asked her point blank if she fucked him, and she point blank told me she was the woman, he fucked her. OK, point taken.
It bothered me more than I let on that he was fucking her and when I ate her I had to remember she could still be carrying his cum in her. She was all about kissing and playing around before getting down to making love. One day, it was late September we went to this restaurant I liked, which was a lunch place for lesbians. She wasn't comfortable there, some of the lesbians were pretty obvious and that bothered her. In spite of her true nature the whole lesbian scene was not hers and she stayed clear of them.
We talked a lot that day and she went on about having children. She was 34 like I said and she worried that she wasn't on the right track. I asked her if her husband wanted children, and she said he did, but obviously he respected her true self and didn't push it. I told her to get pregnant and all would be fine, lesbians had babies all the time. I knew several, some partnered others not. Getting pregnant was easy and she already had a husband.
That's when she mentioned under her breath that if she got pregnant I should get pregnant with her. I was 30, and we had been office lovers for a little over six months, and I wasn't in the mood to have children. But the next time we got together for lunch, a regular place close to the office, she told me she had talked to her husband and he told her that if it made her happy he would get me pregnant along with her. I hadn't asked her, she took upon herself to talk to her husband about me and offered me up to him. That's when she pulled out a Tiffany box and took out two like wedding bands, put one on my finger and put one on her finger and pronounced that we were married.
She 'took me home with her' like a lost dog or something and presented me to her husband and told him I wanted to get pregnant with her. The evening evolved, or devolved, into her and me having sex with him. After he had sex with us we made love again while he excused himself to the living room. After we had sex, or made love, she talked and talked about now we were truly married because we were both having children. He kept up his end and now that we were both there with him he made sure we were pregnant.
But it didn't end there. He was the 'husband' and I was now 'his wife' too and I had to adopt all the wife lifestyle. Not just all the intimate part, but the ordinary day wife part too. I saw how she was with him and imitated her. In his country men are at the top of the ladder and women are beneath them. In his country a man has a wife or wives as the case may be and the wives catered to them. All I could smell when I was with him was his testosterone oozing out of him. I found out that in his house I was woman, and he did the fucking. And he did do the fucking.
In his culture it was accepted for a man to have more than one wife and he accepted me that way. As time went by I met other peoples from his culture, and the men and the women were all the same as we were in his house. We got a lot of woman time with both of us being pregnant and while the men talked we stood back in the kitchen. Women in their culture had lots and lots of children, six or eight wasn't a wrong number. Some men had fifteen children with more than one wife to have them. And now I was one of those women, I had to learn to cook their way and celebrate with them. By the time I married into his house for five years we had six children between us. By the time I was married in five years our at home social life was his ways.
We now have grandchildren, our daughters married early. If it wasn't for my blue eyes I would just be one more wife amongst all the other wives. We picked up the language one word at a time, and we are quite conversant. He never asked us to convert to his religion, we are Christians and celebrate Christmas.
With the affair going on I asked her why she stayed married, she obviously didn't love him. She told me it was habit, she had been married seven years and they got along and he was very grateful to her for helping him get his papers. I asked her point blank if she fucked him, and she point blank told me she was the woman, he fucked her. OK, point taken.
It bothered me more than I let on that he was fucking her and when I ate her I had to remember she could still be carrying his cum in her. She was all about kissing and playing around before getting down to making love. One day, it was late September we went to this restaurant I liked, which was a lunch place for lesbians. She wasn't comfortable there, some of the lesbians were pretty obvious and that bothered her. In spite of her true nature the whole lesbian scene was not hers and she stayed clear of them.
We talked a lot that day and she went on about having children. She was 34 like I said and she worried that she wasn't on the right track. I asked her if her husband wanted children, and she said he did, but obviously he respected her true self and didn't push it. I told her to get pregnant and all would be fine, lesbians had babies all the time. I knew several, some partnered others not. Getting pregnant was easy and she already had a husband.
That's when she mentioned under her breath that if she got pregnant I should get pregnant with her. I was 30, and we had been office lovers for a little over six months, and I wasn't in the mood to have children. But the next time we got together for lunch, a regular place close to the office, she told me she had talked to her husband and he told her that if it made her happy he would get me pregnant along with her. I hadn't asked her, she took upon herself to talk to her husband about me and offered me up to him. That's when she pulled out a Tiffany box and took out two like wedding bands, put one on my finger and put one on her finger and pronounced that we were married.
She 'took me home with her' like a lost dog or something and presented me to her husband and told him I wanted to get pregnant with her. The evening evolved, or devolved, into her and me having sex with him. After he had sex with us we made love again while he excused himself to the living room. After we had sex, or made love, she talked and talked about now we were truly married because we were both having children. He kept up his end and now that we were both there with him he made sure we were pregnant.
But it didn't end there. He was the 'husband' and I was now 'his wife' too and I had to adopt all the wife lifestyle. Not just all the intimate part, but the ordinary day wife part too. I saw how she was with him and imitated her. In his country men are at the top of the ladder and women are beneath them. In his country a man has a wife or wives as the case may be and the wives catered to them. All I could smell when I was with him was his testosterone oozing out of him. I found out that in his house I was woman, and he did the fucking. And he did do the fucking.
In his culture it was accepted for a man to have more than one wife and he accepted me that way. As time went by I met other peoples from his culture, and the men and the women were all the same as we were in his house. We got a lot of woman time with both of us being pregnant and while the men talked we stood back in the kitchen. Women in their culture had lots and lots of children, six or eight wasn't a wrong number. Some men had fifteen children with more than one wife to have them. And now I was one of those women, I had to learn to cook their way and celebrate with them. By the time I married into his house for five years we had six children between us. By the time I was married in five years our at home social life was his ways.
We now have grandchildren, our daughters married early. If it wasn't for my blue eyes I would just be one more wife amongst all the other wives. We picked up the language one word at a time, and we are quite conversant. He never asked us to convert to his religion, we are Christians and celebrate Christmas.
