When You Sleep Between Them, You Are Her Wife, You Are His Wife

In so deep you can't get out. It started innocently enough. My boss had twin toddlers at the time and she asked me to baby sit for her. That put me in her house. She didn't like me driving home at night so the plan was for me to spend the night, and leave in the morning. That put me there all night.

When she came to the guest room and woke me up I was startled. She said her husband wanted me to come down and sleep with them. I could sleep in the middle so bring my pillow. I was not thinking or scared or lost but I was next to him in bed and she pressed against me. She cuddled me, spooned me, and pressed her breasts into my back. She slid her hand down between my legs to make sure that I was all woman. She felt me up, kissing my neck and her hands on my boobs under my night shirt. She said she was hungry, she needed tits, she needed pussy. She didn't stop until she had gone down on me and she had triggered me into an orgasm. After she was satisfied, she held me tight in her arms telling me how pretty I was and of all the girls she had been with, I was the best.

Her husband laid in the bed with his back to us through the whole thing. I was in her arms staring at his back. When he got up to go pee he came back and looking at me he stripped off his shorts and he had a hard on. Now it was his turn, he pushed me onto my back and started fucking me. Fucking me while telling me that there was nothing better than young pussy. Fucking me until he came, leaving it all inside me. Only then, with her pulling me even tighter to her, did I fall asleep.

They talked to me the next morning. Made me an offer. Be their baby sitter, be their lover, come live with them. No stress, no birth control, they wanted another baby but it was better if I had it. She was too old, at 37, to have any more babies, after having twins. I can't even guess how many times she kissed me that morning. All over my face, my mouth, feeling me up my night shirt. She told me she was all lesbian, all lesbian, only got married because she got pregnant.

A year went by and I had a baby. I slept in the middle, between them. To sleep she cuddled me, spooned me all night long. He usually came to me when he knew I was not menstruating, she gave him the signal. That's how he was able to get me pregnant right away after I moved in with them. I mostly lean towards women, not men. At least not until I went to live with them. After the baby came I stopped working all together and stayed home to nurse and care for my baby and her twins.

I lived there, from the time I was 23 until I was 30. I had another baby three years after the first. Still in her arms all night, still her primary lover, still not allowing him on her. At times she called me her wife, other times her lover, other times her girlfriend. And with people outside the house, her live in. He worked, and made the money. He only had sex with me. He called me his wife, in the intimate sense. I was so confused, I asked to them to let me go, to live apart for a while.

That lasted two months before she came to me and said she hadn't slept because I wasn't there for her to hold me. That the twins wanted to know where I was. She repeated that I was her wife. And that I was behaving badly. I went home with her. To sleep with her, to be held by her, to be her live in, and to offer myself for another baby. That is the one thing I do well, I make good looking babies. And for him, having me make babies for him, that's why I'm his wife.