Bi-Sexual Female / 31
Wanting Them Both,
A college student I had a first time with an upperclassman. My luck, I became pregnant. He was graduating and agreed to marry me. We moved for his work, had the baby in an apartment with a midwife, I stayed out of school to breast feed. Everything was normal.
My husband cheated on me while I was recovering from child birth. His excuse was that I wasn't available, so it wasn't really cheating. He continued with her and she got pregnant about the time I became pregnant with my second child. She told me he wanted her that way. Now he had us right where he wanted us, dependent, pregnant, 'tied' to each other having children with the same father.
She decided she would opt out of work to care for the children so I would have a chance for a college education. At that time our hormones were crazy, she insisted on kissing on the mouth, as well as cross breast feeding. There was a lot more while he was at work, we were embracing our feminine love life. It wasn't once by accident, it was regular sex no limits.
He became superfluous, except for the money. We had lost any interest in him sexually. We went to a marriage counselor, separate sessions, he alone and us together. The therapist asked us if we were better off with him, or without him? We said we needed him for his pay check, she told us to get ourselves together, we both had children, neither one of with high earner educations. If we wanted his paycheck we had to surrender.
Over time, a couple of years, we had outrun our passion, the therapist said we were now bonded, now make sure he's committed. We got pregnant again. All the hormone stuff came back with a vengeance.
None of us wanted a trial separation. He fought us for 'quality' time with us. The expense of a home, three kids and two adult pregnant women was breaking him. We took stock, I got the stay at home card, and they both worked full time. Their affair continued. We 'got by', just barely. Better poor together.
He gives us time under the covers, he doesn't want a full length description, although I'm compelled to tell him. It's a strange set up. We are described by our therapist as wanting ninnies, we want it both ways, we can't live without him. As long as we don't upset the apple cart, he's going to stay with us.
My husband cheated on me while I was recovering from child birth. His excuse was that I wasn't available, so it wasn't really cheating. He continued with her and she got pregnant about the time I became pregnant with my second child. She told me he wanted her that way. Now he had us right where he wanted us, dependent, pregnant, 'tied' to each other having children with the same father.
She decided she would opt out of work to care for the children so I would have a chance for a college education. At that time our hormones were crazy, she insisted on kissing on the mouth, as well as cross breast feeding. There was a lot more while he was at work, we were embracing our feminine love life. It wasn't once by accident, it was regular sex no limits.
He became superfluous, except for the money. We had lost any interest in him sexually. We went to a marriage counselor, separate sessions, he alone and us together. The therapist asked us if we were better off with him, or without him? We said we needed him for his pay check, she told us to get ourselves together, we both had children, neither one of with high earner educations. If we wanted his paycheck we had to surrender.
Over time, a couple of years, we had outrun our passion, the therapist said we were now bonded, now make sure he's committed. We got pregnant again. All the hormone stuff came back with a vengeance.
None of us wanted a trial separation. He fought us for 'quality' time with us. The expense of a home, three kids and two adult pregnant women was breaking him. We took stock, I got the stay at home card, and they both worked full time. Their affair continued. We 'got by', just barely. Better poor together.
He gives us time under the covers, he doesn't want a full length description, although I'm compelled to tell him. It's a strange set up. We are described by our therapist as wanting ninnies, we want it both ways, we can't live without him. As long as we don't upset the apple cart, he's going to stay with us.
