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My Family
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Bi-Sexual Female / 30
I Always Wanted Us To Be The Wife Unit I Never Wanted A Husband Unit
As a graduate I joined a large firm. I met this girl from another college there. We were much alike with immediate chemistry. We both did well, we passed our state licensing. We both went out one night with this one guy. We ended in my apartment in a three way, and participated in both sex with him, and with each other. It was something we never talked about, and the attraction was something that came up because we had agreed to have sex with him.
The result of that night is that I became pregnant. After the birth of my son I went down the nurse for a year and be a homemaker and mother, getting pregnant again. Meanwhile she went professional climbing the corporate ladder. We both remained his girlfriends, one a fruitful homemaker, the other one the office wife. We remained sisters of the very special kind.
Time just drew us closer, we had to hug closely, and kissed often and sexually. Hands went everywhere, we slept together, sometimes on either side of him, holding hands on his chest lost in each others eyes. We weren't just in love, it was something else, a connection we cannot explain.
The clock ticked, I had three children, she was promoted and between us, two professional salaries, we lived a nice middle class life. I became overcome for a desire to see her pregnant, I wanted her to experience motherhood, to hold a baby to her breast. But she wanted nothing of that I was the breeding wife. She wanted that job that only men got. We fought over our different visions.
We had evolved into a very strict separation of duties, it didn't bother me for him, but I wanted her to cook with me, help me make the beds. We were on different paths. And the distance became wider and wider.
One day I had to speak, I never wanted two husbands, one husband was more than enough. I missed my wife.
We are in marital therapy. I don't want her to give up her career. I just want my wife back.
The result of that night is that I became pregnant. After the birth of my son I went down the nurse for a year and be a homemaker and mother, getting pregnant again. Meanwhile she went professional climbing the corporate ladder. We both remained his girlfriends, one a fruitful homemaker, the other one the office wife. We remained sisters of the very special kind.
Time just drew us closer, we had to hug closely, and kissed often and sexually. Hands went everywhere, we slept together, sometimes on either side of him, holding hands on his chest lost in each others eyes. We weren't just in love, it was something else, a connection we cannot explain.
The clock ticked, I had three children, she was promoted and between us, two professional salaries, we lived a nice middle class life. I became overcome for a desire to see her pregnant, I wanted her to experience motherhood, to hold a baby to her breast. But she wanted nothing of that I was the breeding wife. She wanted that job that only men got. We fought over our different visions.
We had evolved into a very strict separation of duties, it didn't bother me for him, but I wanted her to cook with me, help me make the beds. We were on different paths. And the distance became wider and wider.
One day I had to speak, I never wanted two husbands, one husband was more than enough. I missed my wife.
We are in marital therapy. I don't want her to give up her career. I just want my wife back.
