Bi-Sexual Female / 27
When A Man Steps Out Of Bounds He Has To Live With The Consequences
I was seduced by a man and ended up in his bed. The thing is that his wife came home and found us. At first there was a explosive argument, name calling and accusations. And in the middle of it all, she would turn to me 'not you baby, he's the one that's a rat'. The result of all of the fighting and arguments was that she conceded for him to have some time with another woman, and he agreed to stay with in a one woman boundary, approved by her.
So, she said the other woman was me. He already had me in bed with him and she didn't want him contaminated by any other woman. She slept with me if he slept with me. He could see me but no one else. She agreed to a definition of seeing me, like twice a week and he could have lunch with me whenever, because we worked together. She had rights with me too. Afterall she was sleeping with me and she should be able to get to know me. But no one asked me.
The evening was ruined, and she sent me to shower and a then to sit down with her and talk about 'our' arrangement. Promise me, she said over and over again, you won't sleep with any other man, that exposes me, like if I slept with a man I didn't even know. Look she told me, he is very possessive, especially when it comes to women. What he does is his business but what his wife does is his business, and that applies to you now.
Are you planning on getting pregnant, because if you are I want to go first.
When my days to see him came up she insisted on seeing me at their house. She slept in the guest room, but she also slipped into bed with us. After all the activities were over. She always kissed me, called me baby and wanted me to go shopping with her, whether for groceries or to the mall for clothes. If going with her wasn't enough I had to give my thumbs up or thumbs down. Like a school girl she held my hand in the mall, her fingers intertwined with mine. We were sharing sperm, so sharing everything else was obvious.
Within six months I was living full time with them and we were sleeping full time together. Whether she started in the middle or I started in the middle, we woke up the same way, me in her arms facing away from him. If he could have sex with me then she got to hold me. Holding all night, and holding in the morning before getting up. She excused her behavior in not ever having a sister and now she had a sister and she always wanted a sister. I got used to her pushing against me with her boobs, and flattening my boobs under her. At night she accommodated her boobs against my back until she was comfortable and that's how we fell asleep.
A year had gone by since I moved in and the whole dynamic had shifted to her and me. He stepped out because we were into heavy lovemaking and petting and he didn't want to be there because he didn't like to watch us. He blamed himself for bringing me home and awakening her inner love life. He should have know I was a 'damned lesbian'. We didn't consider ourselves lesbians, we thought of ourselves more in line with over affectionate sisters. Plus we never denied him. He got as much as before as he did after, so he wasn't injured. He was jealous, which is a whole another matter, we weren't paying attention to him.
He did confront us as to our intentions to make him a family. We ended up drawing a checkers chip out of a hat, black get pregnant, red you can wait. There were two of each color so we had a 25% chance of pulling the same color. Let's just say that we accuse him of only putting in black chips, he never let us see the other chips left in the hat.
So, she said the other woman was me. He already had me in bed with him and she didn't want him contaminated by any other woman. She slept with me if he slept with me. He could see me but no one else. She agreed to a definition of seeing me, like twice a week and he could have lunch with me whenever, because we worked together. She had rights with me too. Afterall she was sleeping with me and she should be able to get to know me. But no one asked me.
The evening was ruined, and she sent me to shower and a then to sit down with her and talk about 'our' arrangement. Promise me, she said over and over again, you won't sleep with any other man, that exposes me, like if I slept with a man I didn't even know. Look she told me, he is very possessive, especially when it comes to women. What he does is his business but what his wife does is his business, and that applies to you now.
Are you planning on getting pregnant, because if you are I want to go first.
When my days to see him came up she insisted on seeing me at their house. She slept in the guest room, but she also slipped into bed with us. After all the activities were over. She always kissed me, called me baby and wanted me to go shopping with her, whether for groceries or to the mall for clothes. If going with her wasn't enough I had to give my thumbs up or thumbs down. Like a school girl she held my hand in the mall, her fingers intertwined with mine. We were sharing sperm, so sharing everything else was obvious.
Within six months I was living full time with them and we were sleeping full time together. Whether she started in the middle or I started in the middle, we woke up the same way, me in her arms facing away from him. If he could have sex with me then she got to hold me. Holding all night, and holding in the morning before getting up. She excused her behavior in not ever having a sister and now she had a sister and she always wanted a sister. I got used to her pushing against me with her boobs, and flattening my boobs under her. At night she accommodated her boobs against my back until she was comfortable and that's how we fell asleep.
A year had gone by since I moved in and the whole dynamic had shifted to her and me. He stepped out because we were into heavy lovemaking and petting and he didn't want to be there because he didn't like to watch us. He blamed himself for bringing me home and awakening her inner love life. He should have know I was a 'damned lesbian'. We didn't consider ourselves lesbians, we thought of ourselves more in line with over affectionate sisters. Plus we never denied him. He got as much as before as he did after, so he wasn't injured. He was jealous, which is a whole another matter, we weren't paying attention to him.
He did confront us as to our intentions to make him a family. We ended up drawing a checkers chip out of a hat, black get pregnant, red you can wait. There were two of each color so we had a 25% chance of pulling the same color. Let's just say that we accuse him of only putting in black chips, he never let us see the other chips left in the hat.
