My Path From Sweet Sixteen To A Married Man's Mistress

As a high schooler the boy I was dating died in a freak accident on his farm. His mother hung on to me, and criticized any male friend I had. I 'owed' it to his memory to remain single all my life. I avoided her, stopped going to church, when I went to college the rumors she made up were that I was a slut, all the better that her son died and not lived to know what a slut I was.

It didn't matter that her sorrow was focused on me, it made my life miserable, I didn't want to go home. In college I did lose my virginity to a an upperclassman and became his girlfriend. He helped me build a life with him. After college I joined him where he lived and worked. I was ready to become his wife. Only to have him tell me he had embraced his gay life.

I was lost, I had a job with a local company and in a moment of poor me I let it all out to a man at work. Older and married. I ended up being consoled by him in the Biblical way. He was protective of his investment in me, and protected access to me. He had dreams of impregnating me, but his wife was in the way. In an act of defiance I made sure I got pregnant for him.

The unplanned pregnancy, I went along with that line, put pressure on his marriage. In the end after seeking wisdom from Jesus she accepted this child, in a sort of immaculate conception way. I lost it, I told her her husband 'fucked' me, nothing immaculate happened. Well, to her it was Jesus himself who intervened to have me carry her husband's baby.

So when you meet me, a single working mother, don't invent my reason for me ending up this way. Intentionally and knowingly I had repeated sex with an older married man and placed myself in the position of being impregnated. I'm no little girl, I know where babies come from. I maintain a cordial relationship with his wife and her Jesus ways. He escapes from her by having sex with me. And I look forward to having him come over. And to my daughter I don't have to lie, it is her father that's fucking me.