Bi-Sexual Female / 36
I Met My Father Figure Husband At Work And Now Have Four Kids With Him
I think this happens to young women, who have a father figure who enters their life and pretty much takes over. He invited me to his house that he and his exwife lived in (I didn't know at the time his exwife was out of town, and still had her things there). He showed me the house and at the inappropriate moment, kissed me. It wasn't a peck on the cheek, he kissed me with his hand cupping my ass. I am not strong enough, or had the will, to push him back or break off, and when I say he kissed me it was wolf and lamb situation, and he wanted lamb for dinner. I got off the bed after he had satiated his immediate hunger. When I started to get dressed he told me stay naked, men like to look at 'their women' naked.
He had sex with me again, this time very frontal holding my face in his hand while he kissed me, talking to me about how much he was enjoying me, how a man 'really enjoys a woman when he can release himself in her'. He of course released himself in me, both times. He told me that he wanted me to stay close to him, so he could feel my vibe and warm body, and later to rub myself against him so he could feel all my woman parts against his body. He wanted both tits and vulva, like that is some sort of magic thing, me rubbing my vulva against him. Maybe some woman masturbated with him that way, I found it on the edge of creepy.
Only after he had filled himself with pride and I sat on his bed, still naked because he wanted NAKED, legs crossed Indian style and my breasts in full view to him, did I broach the fact that I lived with a woman, and we weren't only roommates. His answer was that he didn't care as long as I understood that he was now laying a claim on me. I argued with him but he insisted, "You are mine now, and you need to focus on getting pregnant".
That's all I needed at the brave old age of 26, a man who took me as his own, and got me pregnant. I got pregnant, because that's what the man wanted. NAKED AND PREGNANT, big belly, for him to put his arms under and hold me. I 'gave him' a son, and he was happy about that, but two sons are better so I got pregnant again for him. I argued that I wanted a girl for me, so he let me get pregnant again and I prayed and prayed it would be a girl, and it was. The next baby was because I was careless and let him get to me before I was ready and I had a second girl, 11 months after the older one. He is happy and proud at how many children he has with me.
I had long since quit working and was dedicated to the house and children. I got help, I wasn't doing it all by myself, for a long time I had a live in nanny. She became their daytime nanny only after the youngest was fully potty trained and in day school. Because I was needing something creative I took up painting. I had a teacher come by to give me pointers and she let me be expressive. That's my hobby and creative outlet. Some of my paintings have sold around town, and now I'm an 'artist', with four kids and 'gray beard', my husband.
My roommate? Well she is my best friend and she is my shoulder to cry on. Sometimes we laps into long hugs and deep kissing. I won't deny that sometimes she stays over to sleep with me, when he's out of town or he just ignores us together. For family dynamics, she is Aunt Milly. And no, Aunt Milly isn't the nanny. Aunt Milly has her place at the table, and Aunt Milly has her stocking at Christmas. Aunt Milly went to law school while I was making babies.
He had sex with me again, this time very frontal holding my face in his hand while he kissed me, talking to me about how much he was enjoying me, how a man 'really enjoys a woman when he can release himself in her'. He of course released himself in me, both times. He told me that he wanted me to stay close to him, so he could feel my vibe and warm body, and later to rub myself against him so he could feel all my woman parts against his body. He wanted both tits and vulva, like that is some sort of magic thing, me rubbing my vulva against him. Maybe some woman masturbated with him that way, I found it on the edge of creepy.
Only after he had filled himself with pride and I sat on his bed, still naked because he wanted NAKED, legs crossed Indian style and my breasts in full view to him, did I broach the fact that I lived with a woman, and we weren't only roommates. His answer was that he didn't care as long as I understood that he was now laying a claim on me. I argued with him but he insisted, "You are mine now, and you need to focus on getting pregnant".
That's all I needed at the brave old age of 26, a man who took me as his own, and got me pregnant. I got pregnant, because that's what the man wanted. NAKED AND PREGNANT, big belly, for him to put his arms under and hold me. I 'gave him' a son, and he was happy about that, but two sons are better so I got pregnant again for him. I argued that I wanted a girl for me, so he let me get pregnant again and I prayed and prayed it would be a girl, and it was. The next baby was because I was careless and let him get to me before I was ready and I had a second girl, 11 months after the older one. He is happy and proud at how many children he has with me.
I had long since quit working and was dedicated to the house and children. I got help, I wasn't doing it all by myself, for a long time I had a live in nanny. She became their daytime nanny only after the youngest was fully potty trained and in day school. Because I was needing something creative I took up painting. I had a teacher come by to give me pointers and she let me be expressive. That's my hobby and creative outlet. Some of my paintings have sold around town, and now I'm an 'artist', with four kids and 'gray beard', my husband.
My roommate? Well she is my best friend and she is my shoulder to cry on. Sometimes we laps into long hugs and deep kissing. I won't deny that sometimes she stays over to sleep with me, when he's out of town or he just ignores us together. For family dynamics, she is Aunt Milly. And no, Aunt Milly isn't the nanny. Aunt Milly has her place at the table, and Aunt Milly has her stocking at Christmas. Aunt Milly went to law school while I was making babies.
