I'm Fluid Really, I'm As Much At Ease Being His Wife, As Being Hers

This is a woman's story. It's true, and I'm at the center of it.

First off, I'm a girl who has a lot of issues with trust, ethics, right and wrong. I score very high on that issue. Perhaps, but you can really not now, that's why I had never committed and I was totally inexperienced with sex. The proverbial never been kissed girl.

My coworker quite different. Became active sexually in her mid teens, hustled around, liked both men and women. With a man she was the one on the bottom, but with a woman she liked to express her desires to be the one on top. She topped me, forced my legs apart, penetrated my mouth with her tongue, used her tongue on my intimate parts, forced me to expose myself for phone pictures. She ate my lunch and I fell for her and went down the rabbit hole. I ate pussy.

At work we had a very masculine man, she called him an alpha and she wanted to be under him, both literally and figuratively. He was the only man she would obey. He was the only man she would bear children for. He was the man she wanted to nest with. Because we were in the middle of having office sex she talked to me about it. She was tired of being the one on top, she wanted to just lay back for him and take the woman role.

My feelings at that time, and today, is that I want the woman role too. I'm a pleaser, the nurturer, the big sis, the mommy type. I too wanted to have a man. Girl sex was very nice, but no dick, no beard, no hands to really hold you down. It was time for me to feel that, to be the woman role with a man, not just another girl at work.

She managed to seduce him, take him home with her, get him to service her, give her the big fuck. She described it all to me, again when we were having girl sex. She went down the road of describing his dick and how she worshipped his dick for him. With him she could really do the woman role. So their dating got intense and our dating went away. We still talked, but no longer in bed. I was her big sis now, giving her advise about men, when I had never had a man between my legs. But I wanted a man more than anything and I wanted a man like him.

I changed jobs, as much as anything, to get away from that relationship that wasn't doing anything for me. I started looking for men to date on the internet, and joining several chat sites. I was a busy beaver there. I described the man to put me under his thumb and have me cook and clean for him. I started to chat with a woman who lived in a small town in Oregon. She said that getting married and being dragged out into the woods was fine, but she was bored and needed more. Had I ever thought about sharing. I had told her that I had only been in a girl girl sexual relationship.

Sharing meant sharing, living in a house with a man, so cooking and cleaning for a man, but also living with a woman, a woman I could be close with and we could have a girl girl relationship. We talked on line for a year, we talked on the phone. At the exclusion of any other relationship talk. I agreed to fly out, and meet with them. If he liked me and wanted me as a woman in the house? If she liked me and wanted to share a bed with me? A lot was on the line.

Our meeting went fine. There were a lot of rules and regulations. He wouldn't commit until he had given me a try. She supervised me preparing a meal for three, and folding his underwear. He gave me a try, the first time a pair of strong hands controlled me, and he put me under him to see if I got wet. When he got off he said 'you'll do'. And then she and I hugged. The type of hugging women do. I was in. A community of other plural families lived near by and I was 'married' to both of them by the local spiritual leader. The way it worked is that the women were wives to the husband, and wives to each other. Wives, not sisters.

With the addition of a new wife in the house, the business of wives became central. Not just the cooking and cleaning, but the sole purpose of wives, and that was to settle in for the winter and become pregnant and have children in the early summer. Our community has grown larger, in all homes women bear children. That is the central role. That's what we do. And I'm the woman role to both my husband and my wife. That is my lot in life. To be on the bottom when they want to have sex, and I want that role to be mine.