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- Women Only -
Straight Female / 29

He is older and I am younger. He has two children with his first wife and he has four children with me. He wants a son real bad from me but so far I have had only daughters. My mom used to tell me if you don't get it right try again, get it right and if you don't try again until you get it right. Not really, he wants a son and I want to give him a son and he likes having girls but he really wants a son so all I can do is try again. I am young, this I can do for him.

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# 43263 - by Anonymous / February 4, 2019
- Women Only -
Straight Female / 51

For example, I never got to choose the man I would belong to, marry, bear children for, keep a home, etc. I was a freshly turned eighteen year old first semester college student when I was taken at a party of upperclassmen and was thrown on a mattress and summarily fucked. Of course he sees it differently. I was from that day to this day 'his'.

Would I have liked to study something I chose? Yes, of course. Did I study what he wanted me to study? Yes of course. Did I have a career, a professional career? No. My career was right there in front of me, three under the age of three. I really expected to have four under the age of four, but I got a break between number three and number four.

Sure, he is a top professional and I have had all the creature comforts, nice home, etc. But I was a homemaker, not the nurse I wanted to be. My degree was quite satisfactory for being a mother with several kids, not to mention the several grandchildren we have now. I studied elementary education, but I was more than capable of being a nurse, or even a physician like my husband. But two of us in high stress health care with a large family? Not likely, better learn how to be a teacher.

My husband has always made it clear, he 'owns' me. I gave up the right to be free to make my own choices one week after my eighteen year old birthday, a freshman who went to a frat house party. Not that he hasn't 'taken care' of me. I just can't complain, but I do complain. This isn't the life I would have chosen.

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# 45247 - by Anonymous / July 11, 2019
- Women Only -
Straight Female / 26

We were in junior school and at a slumber party the topic of sex came up and we all went around the room telling what we had done. Well so and so had been kissed and so and so had been felt up and so and so, you know which one, had held his dick in her hand and had kissed it. No one admitted to actually having sex, intercourse. I had, but I kept my mouth shut. My 'experience' had not been my idea, it felt like my insides were torn apart by a hot knife.
In high school a friend of mine called me up and told me that she had been fucked by one of her brother's friends. I went over and we talked and I held her and she cried and I told her to be tough, it was just a dick. I whispered to her that I had been fucked many times and I was still alive.

Later when we were both out of high school and working she told me that she wanted 'it'. But this time, with a guy she liked and would I help her. The guy she liked in my opinion was a nobody and user and I told her that she could do better so I set her up with my brother's friend and he fucked her the first night. She said she didn't like it and she didn't want to see him again. All along I was still with the same man, he had complete 'liberties' with me and I paid attention to him. By then, he had been having sex with me for several years and I was used to it and gave him what he wanted, both in bed and in the house. I whispered to my friend who he was.

These are secrets between girls, she wanted 'it' bad, all the time but she didn't like it. I told her I didn't like it but I got 'it' all the time. She never liked it and I couldn't really marry the man that had sex with me so we when we decided to leave home and live together that suited us fine. We were 24. I had obligations so I still went to him and gave him what he wanted, I didn't want him coming over to our apartment and seeing her there and she talked about it but never did it. I told her about 'it' when it happened and she cuddled up with her hand between her legs until she fell asleep. My experience never included anything kinky or weird, it is up and up sex between a man and his woman, flat on my back. He is not a kinky man, he just wants his woman.

I talked her into trying one more time. I introduced her to a man at work, he was older and settled, divorced with no kids and he took her in the apartment and it sounded like it was more than once. The next morning I told her to fix him breakfast, ham and eggs and coffee and show him she could do it all for him. I sent her to his house to pay attention to him, take care of his house, show him she was a woman and all she needed was a man. Just as I do for my man, I am his woman so I guess he is my man, I always, since I first became his woman, fixed him breakfast and paid attention to him. No sense in being a woman for him if you don't baby him, that's what my mother always told me, so I baby him and I told her to baby her new boyfriend.

I don't say that being a man's woman is the thing to be or not to be, in my case it was never really my choice, I never dated or ever saw another man, I have never touched another man or kissed another man, I don't know what another man would be like. I have a man and I am his woman and I guess that is how I am going to die. My friend who had such a hard time liking it likes it now and she pays attention to him and he has her be his woman and they get along fine. I am pretty sure he is going to marry her, he wants a family and he likes having her pay attention to him. Like my mother says, baby him and he will keep you. My man does and I am sure her man will keep her too.

Most of our friends from high school are divorced, or single or in bad relationships. I feel sorry for them. I would go crazy if I didn't have a man. It's not about sex, I guess you have to get used to that, it is fixing him ham and eggs and coffee and sitting with him in the morning. I love fixing breakfast for him.

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# 45391 - by Anonymous / July 22, 2019
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 28

My Husband And I

Five years ago, on the eve of my wedding, my mother gave me some advice. It was given light-heartedly, a twinkle in her eye and a glass of champagne in her hand.

By all means be a good wife. But, if you want to have some excitement and a lot of fun in your marriage, then be a better mistress. Keep a man guessing and you'll keep him at home. There was no details, no explanation. None needed. I understood.

My husband, Jerry, and I don't do the things I'm about to describe all the time. If we did they would become predictable. In any relationship, if you know what's going to happen, predictability can lead very quickly to boredom. The worst word in anyone's sex life. These are things that are done on a whim, when the urge takes us, or just because we're feeling horny.

Occasionally, I've woken Jerry up with a blow job. He's returned the favour but I find waking up with a head between my thighs a bit scary. It makes me jump! I much prefer him arousing me by kissing my nips. I've cooked a meal in just an apron and heels. Been dressed as a prostitute when he's arrived home from work , leather skirt, fishnets, heels. And negotiated a price before we had sex. And insisted he paid me up front. Dressing as a schoolgirl, uniform, white ankle socks, navy blue knickers, was a bit of a disaster. I wouldn't let him touch me below the waist and I'm afraid he ended up cumming in his pants. Now, I'm a lot naughtier. We've had lots of phone sex. I've sent him upskirt videos at my desk at work. And more explicit ones when I'm home. In the summer we do it outdoors. It's not just the sex. The whole thing turns us on. The excitement of knowing what we're going to do. The drive out. The finding a place to do it and of course that added danger that we might get caught. Almost, but not quite so far. I've had my head out of the car sunroof watching a beautiful sunset while Jerry has done the business with his tongue. And sat on his cock to come again. (you'll have to figure this one out for yourselves) After a boozy night, in a friends apartment, we did it in the lift. Down, up, up, down, up, down. I was terrified and came every time the doors pinged open. Thankfully, there was no one there. But I wouldn't do it again. On a boring five hour train journey to Edinburgh we played cards to pass the time. On a whim, my deal, I dealt one very fast which fell on the floor. When he bent down to get it I open my legs as wide as my skirt would. He seemed to be down there an awful long time. At a neighbourhood BBQ I whispered in his ear that I wasn't wearing any knickers. As afternoon turned to early evening I swear to god I could see steam coming out of his ears. We got home a lot faster than we arrived and did it, desperately, in the hallway. Good job I'd remembered to take them off before we left the BBQ. I'm not brave enough to go commando. Keep a man guessing..... Jerry's wild for stockings so I always give him a quick flash when we're going out somewhere. It drives him mad.

So, there you have it, just a small description of our sex life. I hope you enjoyed reading this. It's not really a confession because I don't think I've done anything wrong. If it's turned you on let me know in the comments. Writing it down has certainly turned me on.

Jerry will be home shortly. What should I do? Maybe I'll let him 'catch me' using my vibrator!

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# 69713 - by Betty / January 22, 2024
- Women Only -
Straight Female / 47

Some Lessons Fall On Deaf Ears, Until You Learn Them The Hard Way

My husband hired a new clerk for his office. When he's hiring females he always has me sit in. He knows the rules, but on this interview he asked her to come around the conference table and twirl around for him. He told her she had a nice dress and she knew how to wear it. Before I could ask my questions he asked her when she could start.

At home he was defensive 'what knockers'. She lasted from Monday to Friday before he came home late, and under pressure on my part he admitted he had 'fucked' her, and 'what a fuck she was'. Frankly, right then I did not care about him having sex with her, what scared me was getting sued. My worth, along with his, is tied up in his business.

She responded to him and was quickly his office lover. He came home every night, late many nights, he couldn't go to sleep without giving me a blow by blow. I lost my temper, my patience. He said he was going to keep riding her as long as she let him.

I asked her to lunch, what was she looking for? She feigned surprise. Wasn't I in the interview? I was there. She thought I approved her being hired. Not her fault 'the boy' didn't get his due at home. I bit my lip, that was none of her business.

I had a long talk with my husband, fire her ass, if necessary pay her off. Total 'severance' for two and a half month of employment, 25 grand. When I gave her her check, she excused her behavior 'not her fault he liked her p u s s y'.

With over twenty years in management and HR responsibilities I never met a woman like this one. I know they are everywhere, but this one came after my husband. Back in my very early days an older and wise woman, my first mentor, told me boys will be boys, and for everyone's peace of mind make sure I picked his mistress.

Today, after this episode, I learned the lesson she wanted to teach me.

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# 69279 - by Claire / December 26, 2023
- Women Only -
Straight Female / 34

The Man Wanted To Take Care Of Me And For Me To Be A Good Little Girl

I've mentioned this from time to time to other women and gotten a negative response, but at the time I walked out holding his hand.

We were in a heated discussion at lunch and he told me that he was looking after me and he needed me to behave. (I was a little crazy then). I pushed back, and he told me that if I didn't behave like a good little girl he was going to take me over his knee and spank me into submission. I was not a good little girl and I sassed him back and that got him up out of the booth and he dragged me to bathroom. He pulled my pants down exposing me naked and he told me to bend down and take a hard look, who had the dick and who had the pussy. He told me that I had to do what he told me and he was ready to put me over his knee and spank me.

Outside back in the booth he pointed to the cashier and told me she wasn't his problem, and pointing to a woman in another table, she wasn't his problem, and pointing to a girl walking into the restaurant, she wasn't his problem. I was his problem. We walked out holding my hand, he walked me to the car and sat me down, he latched the belt around me. "You sweety are my problem and I expect you to behave accordingly". I got a kiss then, right on the lips.

On the way back to the office we didn't speak. He got out and let me out of the car and started walking towards the elevator. I had to run after him to take his hand to walk with him. I'm not saying that he made an impression on me, but whenever I'm out of the shower or pulling up my pants, I remember I'm the one with the pussy.

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# 69743 - by Daniela / January 23, 2024
- Women Only -
Straight Female / 25

Unlocking The Code Of Selfless Pleasures

I was like many young college women, looking for love in all the wrong places. I went out but my instincts kicked in, and as soon as it got uncomfortable I shut down. I talked the talk but I did not walk the walk. I didn't really understand the expression some of the girls used, that they got 'lucky'.

It wasn't until I was out of college and living alone in an apartment when the spell was broken. My coworker who has two small children, one an infant at the time, and her complaint was that her husband kept pressuring her and she didn't 'feel' it. She expressed his attitude as being 'he was going to enjoy her body, and she was going feel good by pleasing him'. Maybe two babies in eighteen months had 'ruined' it for her.

At night, alone with my finger, I played back what she told me. That's how it worked, you weren't supposed to enjoy it, 'he was supposed to enjoy it, what you get out of it is the rewards that come with pleasing him'. It was an entire mind game, please him, make him happy, give him sex for his pleasure, and you can have a man of your own. You suck cock, because it pleases 'him'.

Sex was cold and brutal, the word 'fucked' came from being 'fucked', you are the loser. As in 'you're fucked'. Your body is made for fucking, he has the dick for fucking you. I gave up my body, not to just anyone, to this one particular man who kept pestering me. Enjoy it, I told him, and in return I would please him. I 'pleased' him, with all the things I could think of, from surrendering my body to him, to being there for him, to cooking and all the other chores. When I gave up my body to him for him to impregnate me, I felt lightning, now I was really pleasing him.

My work friend, she has settled down to him, her kids are now walking and one is out of diapers. She did the things to please him, she 'mothered' him and was nurturing. We talked about our place, our 'lot' in life, a man's 'possession', ironing and vacuuming. If he is happy, the marriage is happy. It felt 'good' to have him impregnate you.

In return, in addition to the pleasures of pleasing him, we are learning how to use our bodies for our own enjoyment. Without a book of references, just another woman to talk with, we talk about the most intimate of intimate feelings, of complete penetration. It's psychic, it's mental, then it goes 'off' and uncontrollable. It's the feeling that comes with pleasing him, with an out of body experience. Not often, not always, it happened when you enjoy your body and 'use' him for it. You wake up from your near death experience and all you want to do is please him.

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# 69750 - by Steph / January 24, 2024
- Women Only -
Straight Female / 32

To My Surprise Co-living With Another Wife Turns Out It's Meant To Be

I met Sam on vacation. We lived in the same city and hooked up and it became an affair and then we got married. I knew when I got married that Sam had an ex, a girl he married in college and divorced a year after. When I'm going through the paperwork from his work for benefits last year I find out she is his beneficiary, on his life policy, 401K and she is his ''contact" for medical emergencies. OK, but they have been divorced five years.

I gently tell him that these papers have to be brought up to date, and his wife, ME, should be the beneficiary. No way, he is not leaving her out in the cold. The best I got was joint beneficiaries. Changing her from his emergency notifications was more difficult. Again, joint. Now, I'm nosy and want to know where the money is going. He pays for her car payment, her insurance, her rent. He paid for her to get a Master's.

Now there is more. He has a key to her apartment and it's his responsibility to make sure she is OK, he looks in on her and if it so happens that they fall into bed, well who can blame them. One meeting, at a restaurant with her. That girls is still 'married' to him. Emotionally, financially, everything. She sees me as an intruder. I have to have a real heart to heart talk with Sam about her. Either he is married to me or he is still married to her. Again, joint everything is his solution.

Now, to continue with my rant. She decides that because I have a professional job and she has a job working retail, she should be able to quit and be the at home wife. Which is what she always wanted. Now that there are two salaries. Incredibly Sam thinks this IS the solution.

Well, guess what? Who do you think is pregnant? No, not her, me. I go from having some leverage to very little leverage and she is all about how she will be the favorite auntie and she can take care of the baby while I go to work. She moved in with the new baby in September 2019. Three adults, a new born, all stuck in one two bedroom one bathroom small house is enough to drive anyone crazy. He fixes up the garage for an office for him, because there is no reason that we (she and I) can't get along. After my maternity leave I decide to ditch my job, if she can be an at home wife, so can I. I don't need to work to support her.

We have somehow survived for these last four and half years. We are the homemakers and he works to support us. We are joint everything, even joint mothers. After all this time I have no desire to go back to work. I like being a stay at home wife, it suits me. It was a lot easier than I imagined to adapt to living with her. We have upgraded to a three bedroom, but had to sacrifice the neighborhood. She is a natural with the children, and a natural at being a stay at home wife. Unlike me she never gave up a profession. But if we are to be two peas in a pod, so be it. She has her interests and I have mine, it just happens that we have the same interests.

I didn't mean to get carried away here, but the truth of the matter is, is that living in a joint interest household turns out to be what we both needed. I think if you are interested in cohabitating you need to make sure you pick the right husband. The wives adapt easily, far more easily than I would have ever thought. But the husband has to be willing.

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# 69834 - by Elly / January 29, 2024
- Women Only -
Straight Female / 28

I Have Really Grown To Like A Strong Male Fuck Me

My situation is a mother born out of wedlock to a secretary, me born out of wedlock to a seventeen year old girl. My mother's father had to provide child support after my grandmother threatened to expose him. He never had anything to do with my mother. My father is a good for nothing pot head in Colorado. I met him once, once was too much. The bottom line is that neither my grandmother, mother or me have ever had a 'strong male' example in our lives.

The bad news is that my mother and grandmother fucked around with any dick willing to fuck them. I'm sure that's why I turned away from men when I was growing up because they were all assholes and more than one of them tried to fuck me when I was eleven. I grew up with a friend, Alma, who is a lesbian and I experimented with her and we stayed together. Alma fell in love with me and her dream of dreams is for me to be a lesbian. I'm not, but I have remained true to Alma and only slept with her.

I got a job at a company that sells tires, retreads tires, for trucking companies. Not glamourous but they make lots and lots of money. I know, I work in the accounting department. The owner, a man in his sixties took me over, broke me in to be his sex pet, and has been the strong male influence in my life. I have only had male sex with him, I don't go behind his back. He knows about Alma and it makes a great cover for him to keep me as his pet.

I like male sex a lot, I like how strong he is, how he 'forces' himself in me. He is a missionary man, and doesn't like me coming up with anything kinky. My adventure sex is all with Alma, and there is a lot of kinky stuff. But no strapons or dildos, if I want to feel a dick I know where to go. Alma can hump me, but it's bare butt naked with her clit. I like when she humps me on my back and digs her clit into my butt. I like it rough, and being 'fucked'. Of course I also like cuddling in a warm bed with Alma and she showers me with love.

The first time I saw my mother suck and fuck was when I was seven. You never forget him spreading her out to fuck her. She likes rough assertive men too. Like mother like daughter when it comes to man sex. I need, NEED, my Mr. to fuck the shit out of me. Sorry if that offends you, if it does what it tells me is you don't have a 'man' to fuck you.

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# 67455 - by Sonia / September 4, 2023
- My Family -
Lesbian Female / 33

Number Two Wife

I want to be short about this. I am a nurse, gay nurse. A new nurse came to our hospital, a Mormon with four kids. Her husband is a doctor. I fell in love with her immediately. I can't hide my feelings and I told her I loved her. Her answer was that she was married but I was cute.

We went for each other from the start. She got married at 18, her husband was in residency. She had her children in five years before going to nursing school at BYU. She is a real multigenerational Mormon. Her parents married her off because she was caught with another girl in high school. That girl was also married off. She is as gay as I am.

Our love got deeper and in a moment of desperation she asked her husband to take me so we could be together. Not all Mormons like multiple wives, and anyway I was too old to accept him in the Mormon husband way. But love makes you do what you never thought of. I had to accept him, convert to Mormonism, start having kids. Maybe once in a while we get intimate, but mostly we share a home, a husband and children. She is the main wife, what she says goes.

Being submissive is the only way to avoid conflict, that's why men want them young. I have had to learn to love being submissive which is a lot of work. Keeping my thoughts to myself is my biggest struggle.

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# 47474 - by Liz / September 26, 2020
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