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My Spouse
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Lesbian Female / 29
Although I Married Because I Was Pregnant, I'm Still Married To Him
Five years ago I went with my family to a beach house over Easter. The family that owned it were clients of my father. The house for a beach house was big, with six bedrooms. I had to be told that these houses are rented in the summer. I was back from college and working for my father. At that time single, but not looking. My breakup was painful.
At the house was the nephew of the owner, a guy in his thirties. He zoned in on me and cornered me. At one point, I tried to get out under his arm and he stopped me. I was polite and said thanks for the attention, but he was barking up the wrong tree, I preferred the company of women. That shut him up for a second, but he grabbed my wrist and told me it was the biggest waste he had heard of.
I tripped behind him as he pulled me back into a bedroom. I asked him what he was going to do and he told me 'fuck you'. I reminded him that I did not have anything to do with a guy, and he told me that I was going to learn how to. At the beach no one wears everything and I was in sundress and bra and panties. The sundress was up over my head and he was pulling my panties off, slapping my legs open as he shoved his face in. Not the first time I had a mouth on me, but the first time a man's whiskers were rubbing against my thighs. I managed to get the dress off of my face, about the time that he had pulled himself up on top of me. He was in and blowing and going before I could stop him, so I just laid there and let him enjoy himself.
I got pregnant that weekend, and I got married at Thanksgiving. I fell in love with my babysitter, a girl I know from high school in my neighborhood. I live with my parents with my child and I have to entertain him when he comes to see me. And that includes having him pull of my panties, if that's what he wants to do. I got up the nerve to ask him to shave before eating me, and I don't push him away when he gets on top of me. I know I am married to him, but I prefer to live with my parents. I want him to be involved with our son, and if he happens to grab a tit or spank me I let him. Although I still don't understand why he spanks me.
At the house was the nephew of the owner, a guy in his thirties. He zoned in on me and cornered me. At one point, I tried to get out under his arm and he stopped me. I was polite and said thanks for the attention, but he was barking up the wrong tree, I preferred the company of women. That shut him up for a second, but he grabbed my wrist and told me it was the biggest waste he had heard of.
I tripped behind him as he pulled me back into a bedroom. I asked him what he was going to do and he told me 'fuck you'. I reminded him that I did not have anything to do with a guy, and he told me that I was going to learn how to. At the beach no one wears everything and I was in sundress and bra and panties. The sundress was up over my head and he was pulling my panties off, slapping my legs open as he shoved his face in. Not the first time I had a mouth on me, but the first time a man's whiskers were rubbing against my thighs. I managed to get the dress off of my face, about the time that he had pulled himself up on top of me. He was in and blowing and going before I could stop him, so I just laid there and let him enjoy himself.
I got pregnant that weekend, and I got married at Thanksgiving. I fell in love with my babysitter, a girl I know from high school in my neighborhood. I live with my parents with my child and I have to entertain him when he comes to see me. And that includes having him pull of my panties, if that's what he wants to do. I got up the nerve to ask him to shave before eating me, and I don't push him away when he gets on top of me. I know I am married to him, but I prefer to live with my parents. I want him to be involved with our son, and if he happens to grab a tit or spank me I let him. Although I still don't understand why he spanks me.
