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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 37
Standing In For The Woman I Love
Right after college I worked as a nanny for two kids. The couple had different jobs, he worked a corporate job and she was a school teacher. Because I spent all day in her home and dealt with her children I became very close to her and her children, and I stayed on as nanny well after they went on to school.
Her husband was always very nice to me and we got along, but there wasn't room for conversation. One sentence followed with a one sentence answer. One day the wife told me that she was going to have a hysterectomy. Seems like she had had a lot of complications and had a lot pain during menstruation and the doctors recommended she entertain (I like that word) a hysterectomy. As it was associated with her uterus, it wasn't a full hysterectomy, they wouldn't take (I like that word too) her ovaries. Then she, going on very serious, she said I was going to have to step and take care of her husband. He wanted more children, at least two, and her problems had prevented her from fulfilling his wishes. And I was the only one she trusted for this, I was part of the family.
It was a serious conversation, and she ended it by telling me to get pregnant now, only after I was pregnant would she go forward and have her womb removed. Holding my hand, 'do this for me, do this for the children'. At 29 I got pregnant by her husband.
Getting pregnant by him became a whole set of other problems, he considered me 'fair game' and insisted on having sex with me regularly. His wife insisted I entertain (I like that word too) him, make him happy (how about that word), give yourself (and that one too) be the woman you always wanted to be.
He was having sex with me long after she recovered from her operation. I was eight months heavy and I had to entertain him. In talks with his wife she assured me that as long as I wasn't giving birth I could have sex and use my vagina. At least she didn't ask for me to use my poop shoot. I had sex up until ten days before delivering.
He has sex with me regularly, I entertain him and he is happy. She thinks it is the most wonderful thing in the world that I was able to bring them two new babies. She doesn't have to feel useless because she had to give up her womb. I shouldn't say this because you might miss the point, I am in love with her, not him. Always have been. Always will be. It's her I love, it's her I want happy, it's her I feel for. Not him. His sex with me is instead of her, and if keeping him away (another word) from her I'll do it. When I say 'lean on me', I mean it, he can lean on me and use me, my vagina can take it, whether it is taking him sexually or delivering the product of it.
If after he has sex with me she is smiling, well then I've done a good job.
Her husband was always very nice to me and we got along, but there wasn't room for conversation. One sentence followed with a one sentence answer. One day the wife told me that she was going to have a hysterectomy. Seems like she had had a lot of complications and had a lot pain during menstruation and the doctors recommended she entertain (I like that word) a hysterectomy. As it was associated with her uterus, it wasn't a full hysterectomy, they wouldn't take (I like that word too) her ovaries. Then she, going on very serious, she said I was going to have to step and take care of her husband. He wanted more children, at least two, and her problems had prevented her from fulfilling his wishes. And I was the only one she trusted for this, I was part of the family.
It was a serious conversation, and she ended it by telling me to get pregnant now, only after I was pregnant would she go forward and have her womb removed. Holding my hand, 'do this for me, do this for the children'. At 29 I got pregnant by her husband.
Getting pregnant by him became a whole set of other problems, he considered me 'fair game' and insisted on having sex with me regularly. His wife insisted I entertain (I like that word too) him, make him happy (how about that word), give yourself (and that one too) be the woman you always wanted to be.
He was having sex with me long after she recovered from her operation. I was eight months heavy and I had to entertain him. In talks with his wife she assured me that as long as I wasn't giving birth I could have sex and use my vagina. At least she didn't ask for me to use my poop shoot. I had sex up until ten days before delivering.
He has sex with me regularly, I entertain him and he is happy. She thinks it is the most wonderful thing in the world that I was able to bring them two new babies. She doesn't have to feel useless because she had to give up her womb. I shouldn't say this because you might miss the point, I am in love with her, not him. Always have been. Always will be. It's her I love, it's her I want happy, it's her I feel for. Not him. His sex with me is instead of her, and if keeping him away (another word) from her I'll do it. When I say 'lean on me', I mean it, he can lean on me and use me, my vagina can take it, whether it is taking him sexually or delivering the product of it.
If after he has sex with me she is smiling, well then I've done a good job.
