My Heart Is Big Enough, For Him, For Her, And My Children

First, I'm straight. I worked at a good company, but not one known to the general public. A girl joined our team, recent graduate. Very shy. My boss told me to be her friend and make her feel welcome. I invited her to lunch, went shopping with her, invited her to my birthday. Although she continued being shy, with me she was giggly, fun, laughed, and 'affectionate'. A girly movie was under a blanket side by side. She snuggled, and kissed my cheek, she asked to be kissed, pulled my hand on her breast. We ended up in my bed making love, and she delivered herself completely.

That night, after sex, she cuddled tightly and told me her father had r**ed her.

This knowledge was more than I could handle and ended up in my boss' arms, comforting me, and I delivered myself to him. I didn't care, if I became pregnant, if I got fired. Right then the only thing I cared about was having him take me, penetrate me, and ejaculate in me. When he was finished, I crawled onto his chest and asked him if I was his woman.

I was never more in love than at that moment.

I had my own girl to comfort, while he comforted me. I was definitely completely enthralled with him. For him I would have children, for her I would open my heart. He had her live with me, to be my second, to help me with the children, to help me build a home for them. He kept us, money wise, and was our man we deferred to.

I do in every way love her as much as she loves me. But that love does not in any way interfere with how much I love him. When I crawl onto his chest and he holds me, I know I'm the luckiest girl in the world.