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Straight Male / 67
My Wife Is A Die Hard Catholic, A Lesbian And Anti Abortion Activist
I met my wife through a friend while she was still in college. She was smart, made good grades, had visions of being partner. She worked hard at school, and was involved a several community activities. At that time she was a Catholic, born into the church and followed all their doctrines. She wasn't active sexually so the abortion and birth control issue weren't her concern. The parish Priest was a new, from Portugal, and he was heavy into what was called the Liberation Theology. We are quite familiar with this now, but when I was first getting started, it wasn't on my radar.
My wife was unaffectionate. Any attempt was rejected, she moved away, she pushed my hand off, and if I persisted I got this look from her, KEEP YOUR DISTANCE. At that time I was in friends with benefits type arrangement with one of the girls from my office. It was purely sexual, completely sexual, so I wasn't hard up for my wife. I suppose it was more of being rejected by her and I wanted to get to her.
At a midnight party, she saw me with Alma, we were making out and grabbing titty. Alma was horny, always horny, and she took my dick out to give me a blowjob. After she had me good and ready and hard she leaned back on the couch and pulled her legs up exposing herself to me. I wasn't paying any attention to my wife at that moment, I just went on the errand, and I didn't think or contemplate that she could get pregnant. She knew, she was angry at me about my wife and she was determined to get married.
As I stood up, and was still with my pants down my wife engaged me it a sight war. She was angry, not jealous. Very angry. Later that night I took her into one of the bedrooms and had sex with her, also finishing inside her. Her anger at me was unavoidable. I went home with Alma, who now was upset with me for having sex with my wife. For several weeks I was in the shit house, Alma outright refused me and told me to get my rocks off with my wife. But Alma was pregnant and she missed her period and about that time my wife missed her period. Both women were pregnant. Not confirmed, but confirmation isn't necessary, women know when they are pregnant.
The coin toss was which one to marry. My wife threw the Catholic book at me. I had done that to her, and I HAD to marry her. Alma was angry about it, and she said go ahead, she didn't care, but I wasn't getting her baby. That's why I had a six week engagement and married my wife to save her from spending eternity in hell for being adulterous.
The short of it is that living with my wife was miserable. No contact. No service. She flatly refused any effort at bringing her around to being a wife. Alma on the other hand softened a lot and we moved in together. It was Alma that took in my wife's baby, and raised her beside her son. All the time my wife was a cold slab.
For my wife's birthday we invited over some of her office friends. One of them Theresa. During the whole party my wife and Theresa were together. Alma told me not to get upset, but those two women were lesbians. And she was pretty sure they were lovers.
The long and short of it, Alma was right, and my wife and Theresa were lovers, and in one occasion my wife let Theresa really go at her. To see if I liked it, how someone else was having sex with her. Alma took this in stride, never brought it up, treated them like a married couple. She resigned herself to Catholic divorce theology and has been my partner all these years. At one point, Theresa explored with Alma the possibility of she having a child of her own, but Alma decided she would get pregnant instead. This was all amongst the women.
My wife has bent the Catholic rules to continue to be the wife and live with a lesbian lover. She considers Alma her stand in, but just barely. Alma had two children, my wife had one, and Theresa came up empty. It's been forty years this year. For my wife divorce is unfathomable, she won't consider birth control under any circumstances and is dead set and an activist against abortion.
My wife was unaffectionate. Any attempt was rejected, she moved away, she pushed my hand off, and if I persisted I got this look from her, KEEP YOUR DISTANCE. At that time I was in friends with benefits type arrangement with one of the girls from my office. It was purely sexual, completely sexual, so I wasn't hard up for my wife. I suppose it was more of being rejected by her and I wanted to get to her.
At a midnight party, she saw me with Alma, we were making out and grabbing titty. Alma was horny, always horny, and she took my dick out to give me a blowjob. After she had me good and ready and hard she leaned back on the couch and pulled her legs up exposing herself to me. I wasn't paying any attention to my wife at that moment, I just went on the errand, and I didn't think or contemplate that she could get pregnant. She knew, she was angry at me about my wife and she was determined to get married.
As I stood up, and was still with my pants down my wife engaged me it a sight war. She was angry, not jealous. Very angry. Later that night I took her into one of the bedrooms and had sex with her, also finishing inside her. Her anger at me was unavoidable. I went home with Alma, who now was upset with me for having sex with my wife. For several weeks I was in the shit house, Alma outright refused me and told me to get my rocks off with my wife. But Alma was pregnant and she missed her period and about that time my wife missed her period. Both women were pregnant. Not confirmed, but confirmation isn't necessary, women know when they are pregnant.
The coin toss was which one to marry. My wife threw the Catholic book at me. I had done that to her, and I HAD to marry her. Alma was angry about it, and she said go ahead, she didn't care, but I wasn't getting her baby. That's why I had a six week engagement and married my wife to save her from spending eternity in hell for being adulterous.
The short of it is that living with my wife was miserable. No contact. No service. She flatly refused any effort at bringing her around to being a wife. Alma on the other hand softened a lot and we moved in together. It was Alma that took in my wife's baby, and raised her beside her son. All the time my wife was a cold slab.
For my wife's birthday we invited over some of her office friends. One of them Theresa. During the whole party my wife and Theresa were together. Alma told me not to get upset, but those two women were lesbians. And she was pretty sure they were lovers.
The long and short of it, Alma was right, and my wife and Theresa were lovers, and in one occasion my wife let Theresa really go at her. To see if I liked it, how someone else was having sex with her. Alma took this in stride, never brought it up, treated them like a married couple. She resigned herself to Catholic divorce theology and has been my partner all these years. At one point, Theresa explored with Alma the possibility of she having a child of her own, but Alma decided she would get pregnant instead. This was all amongst the women.
My wife has bent the Catholic rules to continue to be the wife and live with a lesbian lover. She considers Alma her stand in, but just barely. Alma had two children, my wife had one, and Theresa came up empty. It's been forty years this year. For my wife divorce is unfathomable, she won't consider birth control under any circumstances and is dead set and an activist against abortion.
