Somewhat Unconventional I'm Still Married To A Husband 23 Yrs Later

I got married for perhaps the most wrong reason. As a Canadian foreign student I wanted to stay because of the lifestyle and the opportunities. I agreed to get married to this fellow student, after a night before graduation when we were all drinking too much and it sounded like a good idea. The next day four of us went down to the court house and the judge agreed to marry us, without a delay. We walked out married, with no plans and no real feelings.

It was over ten months before I agreed to submit to him. It was in every sense the wrong experience. I had my room and he had his. After that experience I agreed to move in with a girlfriend I met at work. She was full of affection and her hands were everywhere and she let him kiss her. I asked her why she let him kiss her and she said she liked the way he kissed, it was so masculine. That's what turned me off, really. But she liked to kiss and we kissed and got along real well and we had our thing going. That he met some girl here and there didn't matter, and other than kissing him, she never went further.

We had ten years together, we were no longer college age girls, we were both mature women. There was always affections, lots and lots of affections. She continued to let him kiss her but he went out to get his attentions, and we didn't care and never asked him. None of our business. Making love as fully adult women was a lot different than college girls. For one we were no longer so small and we had the hips to prove it. We had long ago gotten rid of our inhibitions and we were into a lot of naked role playing, and swimming. We had our own swimming pool.

We turned 37, fifteen years after graduation. One day she got on her knees and opened my legs and told me I had a real good foundation and I should let him fuck me again, for old times sake, and she reminded me I was still married to him. That was the second mistake, I let him fuck me again and I got pregnant. My girlfriend decided that it was time for her to let him go further and she timed it so she would also be pregnant.

We are two forty five year old women with both a son and a daughter. He's the father. I am still married to him. We both gained baby weight and it's still with us. We are matrons who still share lots and lots of affections. Stuff we did when we were barely out of college, we continue to do twenty three years later. He has his personal entertainment that doesn't involve us, and we don't want to know anything about it. As far as he is concerned, our doors are closed to him.

We once talked about divorcing him to get married, but we have decided that marriage as such is a commitment, and if he wants a divorce he has to to the asking.