Bi-Sexual Female / 40
For All Practical Purposes We Live Like Mormons
I was a never married in my mid thirties. I worked for as a buyer for a boutique apparel store in the bay area, focusing on gay women. I am gay, or so I thought. I went to Thailand on vacation with a close friend with benefits. During a night out I got more than tipsy and a man grabbed my ass and slapped me. He had a heavy accent and called me a bitch whore and a lesbian. I threw the drink in his face and he grabbed me by the throat and stopped me breathing, as I fell to my knees I saw a man come into my field of vision and he hit the man with his fist on the side of the head. The man fell immediately, letting me go.
The man died before he hit the ground. All hell broke loose and he was interrogated and said I was his girlfriend. I had to nod my head and agree. We were both taken in for questioning, but I stood my story and said I was his girlfriend, although I only knew his first name. The authorities were on to us and probed and asked me several more times. One question was when was the last time I had sex with him. And they told me that other witnesses said I was with another woman.
The lawyer, we did have to get a lawyer, or rather he did. I was in the middle because I was the victim of the assault in the bar. By then I was much more aware of who the man was that intervened. An American from Utah. Very conservative. The lawyer told us that if we wanted the story to stick then we should get married. I didn't think it would be a real marriage, the lawyer arranged everything, including the gold wedding band. After we were released and our passports returned, my now husband said I was his wife and he wanted what he had paid for. My girlfriend told me to spread my legs and give him what he wanted. The last time a boy had tried to have sex with me was in high school. This was my first 'dick'. After the consummation of the marriage my friend got in bed with me and we had very intense sex.
She would gladly give up her pussy to a man that saved her. Old rules but still applicable. He owned me now and I was going home to Utah and have babies. If I was lucky he may have some wives I could get to know better, you know sister wives, one of them could be my lover.
It was a joke in poor taste. He claimed to not be a Mormon, but he was very conservative and he meant to ensure that he imprinted on me as the dick that owned me. I know that the first night he had sex with me three times, and over the next nights at least a couple of times a night. He never withdrew, never wore a condom, I was on my own without any protection. I was going to fly home pregnant. He was in one mood only, and he wasn't going to quit until I was fully imprinted. And my friend didn't dissuade him. Just keep your legs open and you will go home pregnant and get out of the bay area.
I won't say that I didn't cooperate. I let him. I did keep my legs open. I did let him finish in me and was sure I was getting pregnant. I did do what I was told when I was told, all the way including getting married. I was assured by the lawyer it was completely legal and it would stand up in court in the US, and that I should file immediately to ensure I was protected. Maybe even for good measure get married again in Utah. By the time I sat on the airplane on the trip home I was married, in my head and there was nothing virgin about me.
I did move to Utah, no he is not Mormon and he does not have harem of wives. I'm the only one. But he is religious and very conservative. And I know by now that in this world I live in, I'm the one in a skirt and panties and he is the one in trousers. I'm pretty good at housekeeping, but can't hold a candle to these Mormon women. Like my good Mormon neighbors, I have spent the last few years putting out children. A table for five in this town is easier to get than a table for two.
My friend, who has also moved to Utah, is my lifeline. Although we are 'technically' not lesbians, we are female sexual and emotional soul mates, we can't live without the other. And yes, I keep my legs open, and I don't mind holding her between my legs once in a while. She does not open her legs for him, but in every other sense she walks the walk and accepts him as the Master of the household.
The man died before he hit the ground. All hell broke loose and he was interrogated and said I was his girlfriend. I had to nod my head and agree. We were both taken in for questioning, but I stood my story and said I was his girlfriend, although I only knew his first name. The authorities were on to us and probed and asked me several more times. One question was when was the last time I had sex with him. And they told me that other witnesses said I was with another woman.
The lawyer, we did have to get a lawyer, or rather he did. I was in the middle because I was the victim of the assault in the bar. By then I was much more aware of who the man was that intervened. An American from Utah. Very conservative. The lawyer told us that if we wanted the story to stick then we should get married. I didn't think it would be a real marriage, the lawyer arranged everything, including the gold wedding band. After we were released and our passports returned, my now husband said I was his wife and he wanted what he had paid for. My girlfriend told me to spread my legs and give him what he wanted. The last time a boy had tried to have sex with me was in high school. This was my first 'dick'. After the consummation of the marriage my friend got in bed with me and we had very intense sex.
She would gladly give up her pussy to a man that saved her. Old rules but still applicable. He owned me now and I was going home to Utah and have babies. If I was lucky he may have some wives I could get to know better, you know sister wives, one of them could be my lover.
It was a joke in poor taste. He claimed to not be a Mormon, but he was very conservative and he meant to ensure that he imprinted on me as the dick that owned me. I know that the first night he had sex with me three times, and over the next nights at least a couple of times a night. He never withdrew, never wore a condom, I was on my own without any protection. I was going to fly home pregnant. He was in one mood only, and he wasn't going to quit until I was fully imprinted. And my friend didn't dissuade him. Just keep your legs open and you will go home pregnant and get out of the bay area.
I won't say that I didn't cooperate. I let him. I did keep my legs open. I did let him finish in me and was sure I was getting pregnant. I did do what I was told when I was told, all the way including getting married. I was assured by the lawyer it was completely legal and it would stand up in court in the US, and that I should file immediately to ensure I was protected. Maybe even for good measure get married again in Utah. By the time I sat on the airplane on the trip home I was married, in my head and there was nothing virgin about me.
I did move to Utah, no he is not Mormon and he does not have harem of wives. I'm the only one. But he is religious and very conservative. And I know by now that in this world I live in, I'm the one in a skirt and panties and he is the one in trousers. I'm pretty good at housekeeping, but can't hold a candle to these Mormon women. Like my good Mormon neighbors, I have spent the last few years putting out children. A table for five in this town is easier to get than a table for two.
My friend, who has also moved to Utah, is my lifeline. Although we are 'technically' not lesbians, we are female sexual and emotional soul mates, we can't live without the other. And yes, I keep my legs open, and I don't mind holding her between my legs once in a while. She does not open her legs for him, but in every other sense she walks the walk and accepts him as the Master of the household.
