Saying Bi, But Really Probably Lesbian

We met at work and he took me as his work wife. I was made fun of by the other women, he was into me serving him in front of them. I ran for his coffee in the morning and hung around until he didn't need me. If he happened to pat my fanny, or grab me around the shoulders, it came with the territory. One day he took me to the courthouse and put the marriage license in front of me and had me sign it. We got married on a Thursday and were back at work after stopping for a sandwich.

We didn't tell anyone, not even our family. It's like it didn't happen, except if you went to the marriage registry with the county. He got tired of dealing with 'bills' and he deposited his check in my account and I paid all the bills and did all the savings. I gave him cash for lunch if he was going out with friends, and bought all his clothes and did everything. He no more had an idea of what the bills were, he didn't care, that was my responsibility.

I saved enough for a down payment and when we bought the house he put it in my name. He took me and made me pregnant. That's when we had to come out and let people know we were married. One wasn't enough for him, two was better, and why not three because he wanted a little girl. I stopped working completely and dedicated myself to being a housewife.

One day I found out through one of my old work friends that he had a new work wife. It's not important, but her name is Clarise, and she's pretty. Not pretty like a doll, she is pretty like sexy pretty. He held her from behind one day and pulled her dress up and I saw her 'vulva' pressing against her panties. God help me, but I would eat that pussy. He fucked her in front of me because he didn't want any secrets. He left me to deal with her bruised ego and wash her lovely pussy. It wasn't long, we are talking weeks, and I was eating her pussy.

Clarise prefers to be called a lesbian and she can't figure out how she became my husband's work wife. But she runs for his coffee in the morning and hangs around waiting to see if he needs something. In the meantime we play at being lesbian lovers and we spend our time together hanging onto each other. If he gets hungry for us, he can pick, and then we play wingman. I always, and I mean always, wash her pussy afterwards and comfort her ego.

Clarise is not just his work wife she is my housewife with me. Maybe just maybe we aren't really lesbian, but as far as he is concerned we are his lesbians. And he feels manly when he has us both with him and he gets to pick which hole he's going to cum in.