I Married An Ironing Board, And Was Blessed With A Hot Mexican Girl

I was thirty, before children, a new professional wife, with lots of 'conditions'. She was 100% committed to her profession. She had 'allergies' when cleaning, suffered 'anxiety' when cooking, 'frustrated' by laundry, to 'tired' for affection, a 'proud' feminist. It was a mistake, she wanted the 'position', denied to her because she was a woman. Refused to change her name, but it was my name that got her her job. My mother, in her wisdom saw it all, she was a gold digger.

So with that, I burnt the midnight oil to avoid being home until she was asleep. It was one night of many, when Carmen came in to clean my office. We talked again, about that 'witch' of a woman. She told me she wasn't a witch, she was a woman. She liked to please men, let her show me. With that, she had me push away from my desk and and she gave me a blowjob.

The office was quiet at that hour, she closed the door anyway, lifted her dress, nothing on, a dark a furry triangle she offered to me. For You, she said, and we had sex on the carpet. She repeated in Spanish 'que rico', and asked for me to show her I was man so she could show me she was a woman.

When she let me know she was pregnant, she was excited to have a 'bolillo'. A white man's baby, with child support, and a name for her baby was what she wanted. The lawyer told me that. It was intentional.

My wife was not amused, not happy, now I forced her to get pregnant, she would never forgive me for letting that woman have my firstborn. Now forever her children were second. I never knew her to be sexually active, but getting pregnant was all of a sudden the most important reason she got married. Tell that woman, when I was fucking her, that 'her' children were legitimate, and 'hers' were bas tards.

A very feminist woman, she made provisions, to ensure that woman was taken care of. It wasn't the money, there was plenty of that, it was the embarrassment she would suffer if that woman wasn't taken care of.

Much later, much later, when she was dressing the children, she asked me 'how does it feel when I was fucking that woman?' Is it true, she asked, that those women were hot and wanted sex? Did I like having sex with her? I was truthful, Carmen was a woman, and a man wants a woman.