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Straight Male / 54
As It Turns Out My Wife Is A Lesbian
In my early thirties I was working as a consultant for a large accounting firm. You may remember SOX, or SUX as we called it. Companies large and small were struggling to get their house in order. I was assigned to this midsize public company and placed in their HQ offices. We had 13 other consultants, spread around the world working together. The company resources were supposed to help, but frankly, mostly they were useless.
One of the girls, my staff, not theirs, who was assigned was a straight lace ultra professional over confident graduate of a heavy heavy university, MBA CPA and all that. I sent her to Mexico to do the first once over. It is a mapping of sorts. Easy for her. But it was Mexico and she told me she didn't want to go. I asked her what was it that made her uncomfortable. And she said it's Mexico, if you take me I'll go, but I won't go alone.
At the airport waiting for the bags I stepped away to get a bag off the carousel and when I got back she put her arm around my arm 'don't leave me alone'. That's the way it went. At the offices she was competent, the staff spoke English, she set up a team to help her map out their current processes. But she insisted on sharing an office with me. Lunch was her and me, it did not matter who else came. At the hotel that first night, we ate at the hotel, just the two of us. She came to my room ten minutes after we split and said she didn't want to be alone. I mean not be alone.
She got undressed, used my toothbrush, got in bed and said 'fuck me, just fuck me real hard and don't stop fucking me'. She meant it, I fucked her three times and that wasn't enough. In the morning she had me sit in her room while she showered and dressed. There in her room she asked me if I thought the underthings she was wearing were good on her. She didn't know, men like one thing and women like other things. In her underwear she got down to give me a blowjob 'just so you know I belong to you'.
She moved in with me as soon as we got back home. Move in, I mean move in. Ironing my shirts, washing clothes, redecorating, the whole ball of wax. Sex was intense, as many times as I could go before I had to stop. Blowjobs, hand jobs, physical physical sex. She wanted to be kissed, she was always asking me if liked her tits. She bought clothes, and clothes, real nice things. We had been living like this for three months and she said we had to get married. I asked her if she was pregnant or something. She said she didn't think so but her parents were coming and she had to be married. We went to Las Vegas for a weekend thing.
Her parents did show up, and they were from Ankara. And very Turkish and very Moslem. I didn't know until right then, and that they looked just like us. Very Caucasian. She was very subservient to her father and told him that she was married and I didn't give her permission to go see them. She showed them the rings on her fingers. 'See', and she whispered to her mother to pass her hand across her 'bump' which was invisible to me.
Her parents left. She wasn't pregnant, but she was trying as hard as she could. She needed to get pregnant, she was the older sister and a younger sister was getting married. She had to be married before her and be pregnant before her. She got in just under the wire.
She stopped working outside of the house, she had three kids, ran the house, ironed my shirts, and washed the clothes. She adapted to being a suburban housewife while I brought home the bacon. Lots of friends, got along well with other wives, her family stayed in Turkey and that was fine with her. Always she was a good wife, gave and asked for sex, dressed for the occasion. We hit the twenty year mark last year, and her father passed away.
I got back from a trip to Singapore and as usual it was a fuck till you drop reception. Then, in the quite of the night, she told me that if something ever happened to me, she would never get married. She would find a woman she could live with, being a wife was so much stress. But don't worry, she was my 'wife', I could still have sex with her.
One of the girls, my staff, not theirs, who was assigned was a straight lace ultra professional over confident graduate of a heavy heavy university, MBA CPA and all that. I sent her to Mexico to do the first once over. It is a mapping of sorts. Easy for her. But it was Mexico and she told me she didn't want to go. I asked her what was it that made her uncomfortable. And she said it's Mexico, if you take me I'll go, but I won't go alone.
At the airport waiting for the bags I stepped away to get a bag off the carousel and when I got back she put her arm around my arm 'don't leave me alone'. That's the way it went. At the offices she was competent, the staff spoke English, she set up a team to help her map out their current processes. But she insisted on sharing an office with me. Lunch was her and me, it did not matter who else came. At the hotel that first night, we ate at the hotel, just the two of us. She came to my room ten minutes after we split and said she didn't want to be alone. I mean not be alone.
She got undressed, used my toothbrush, got in bed and said 'fuck me, just fuck me real hard and don't stop fucking me'. She meant it, I fucked her three times and that wasn't enough. In the morning she had me sit in her room while she showered and dressed. There in her room she asked me if I thought the underthings she was wearing were good on her. She didn't know, men like one thing and women like other things. In her underwear she got down to give me a blowjob 'just so you know I belong to you'.
She moved in with me as soon as we got back home. Move in, I mean move in. Ironing my shirts, washing clothes, redecorating, the whole ball of wax. Sex was intense, as many times as I could go before I had to stop. Blowjobs, hand jobs, physical physical sex. She wanted to be kissed, she was always asking me if liked her tits. She bought clothes, and clothes, real nice things. We had been living like this for three months and she said we had to get married. I asked her if she was pregnant or something. She said she didn't think so but her parents were coming and she had to be married. We went to Las Vegas for a weekend thing.
Her parents did show up, and they were from Ankara. And very Turkish and very Moslem. I didn't know until right then, and that they looked just like us. Very Caucasian. She was very subservient to her father and told him that she was married and I didn't give her permission to go see them. She showed them the rings on her fingers. 'See', and she whispered to her mother to pass her hand across her 'bump' which was invisible to me.
Her parents left. She wasn't pregnant, but she was trying as hard as she could. She needed to get pregnant, she was the older sister and a younger sister was getting married. She had to be married before her and be pregnant before her. She got in just under the wire.
She stopped working outside of the house, she had three kids, ran the house, ironed my shirts, and washed the clothes. She adapted to being a suburban housewife while I brought home the bacon. Lots of friends, got along well with other wives, her family stayed in Turkey and that was fine with her. Always she was a good wife, gave and asked for sex, dressed for the occasion. We hit the twenty year mark last year, and her father passed away.
I got back from a trip to Singapore and as usual it was a fuck till you drop reception. Then, in the quite of the night, she told me that if something ever happened to me, she would never get married. She would find a woman she could live with, being a wife was so much stress. But don't worry, she was my 'wife', I could still have sex with her.
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