I was married right out of college. He was moving to Texas for a job and I didn't want to be left behind. My marriage was difficult. I had a very hard time adapting to the usual roles. I hated, with a capital H, that I had the women's work label. House cleaning, cooking, laundry. And he had the man work label, work and support, decision maker, head of the table. Sex, I actually lost my virginity on my wedding night. Far from being something to look forward to it was my execution date. Penetration was overwhelming but I wasn't strong enough to get him off. I should have paid attention to the clues, but I was diagnosed as being frigid. In time you will grow into it. Bull Shit, in time I just got angrier and angrier.
But financially I was caught. Without his salary I would be living in a dump apartment in one of the crazy low end wards. I essentially traded my woman's work for support. And my passive role in sex for support. My biggest fantasy at the time was to find some way to **** him, but of course there isn't, the one that gets fucked is the woman. Period.
We had a lot of trouble and he told me several times that he would rather **** a knot in a fence post than **** me. But he fucked me, anyways. Just to show me that he was the man of the house, and he did the **** in the house. Go finish the dishes, and fold the laundry, I got nowhere with a church counselor. You have to come to terms with the fact that you are married. Bull Shit. I was a slave, and a sex sex slave at that.
Two years after getting married and going to work I met this girl at work, Theresa. Being with her was everything and I didn't miss a day of work. I dreamt of her, and the things we would do. She was a shopping girl and I went to keep her company. I helped her choose a bra and fit her, holding her boobs in my hands to see how it looked. She leaned back into me and it was an embrace, and I gave her boobs a squeeze.
If we touched by accident she didn't pull back and we missed the cheek a lot of times and the kiss landed on lips. Sometimes with a bit of tongue, sometimes with a pull hither by the waist, I began to understand my husbands need to pull me to him and hold me so I couldn't move. Feeling Theresa against me, her boobs pressing against mine, smelling her close to me, her soft cheeks and her sweet lips, I was ready to fall to my knees and put my nose up her crotch. I wanted to so bad, to smell her crotch and of course a lot more.
I had to try. I went out with her and we sat on a bench at a park and I asked her if she wanted to be my lover. That I was in love with her and I wanted to make love with her. No more fake, I wanted the real thing, naked in bed with my face between her legs. I wanted to '****' her. But I was married and I had to ask my husband's permission first. But I didn't want to go to him for permission unless she agreed to be my girlfriend. We left the park and went to her apartment and had sex, real sex, with her, I loved on her like I had never loved before and I 'fucked' her as hard as I could. I wanted her mind to be set, that she was my girlfriend from then on.
Then I asked my husband for permission. He gave it, but on condition. Theresa had to move in with us. He didn't want to be dealing with two houses at the same time. Theresa could be my wife but that didn't relieve me of my responsibilities, all of them, every one of them, including sex for my husband. The man role and the woman roles became cast in concrete, without any complaining. I could have my wife but he would have his.
We are really not polyamorous, we live three to a house, two wives and one overarching husband for the two of us. He has established firmly that he is the man of the house with her and she has had to accept it as I have had to accept it. Simply put, we weren't born with a dick. She is more accommodating to him than I am, so he has sex with her more often, But I am still not off the hook, he reminds me that I am his wife, with his dick deep in me. There are only two statuses. The husband, Lord and Master of his Domain, and his wives.
AnaRelationships March 27, 2023 at 1:47 pm
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