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I’m a straight woman who married a lesbian. I love her, she’s a great stepmom to my daughter, and it feels so amazing to be desired again, but I still feel conflicted.

My husband died suddenly several years ago. I was devastated, my daughter cried every day for a month. It took so much work between my and the rest of my family just to keep me stable so I could continue to work to provide for her (and I’m so grateful that I was able to do that). I’ve always been on the heavy side, and I gained even more weight over the next few years. It felt like nobody would or even could want me as a person ever again, and I even came to terms with that after a couple of truly awful dates and short-lived relationships.

Then I met my wife.

She was on an assignment in the same building I work in. Our building has a small lounge where I like to eat lunch every now and then just to get away from my desk; and one day she walked up to my table and asked if she could join me. She’s younger than me—a lot younger, about 13 years younger—but she was very fun to talk to and we had a lot shared interests, so I didn’t mind. We had lunch together again the next day, and the day after that, and then every other day until her assignment in the building was over. I got the sense that she was interested in me, and then on her last day on-site she asked me on a date and my heart just about skipped a beat.

Someone had asked me out. A *lesbian* had asked me out. And I didn’t want to say no.

I said yes and set up a sitter and then I went on my first date in four years and made out with her in my car after.

I know there’s a stereotype about lesbians showing up to their second date with a U-Haul, and we didn’t quite move that fast, but we did move pretty fast. I introduced her to my daughter (as “mommy’s friend from work”) on the second date. We had sex on our third date. She was helping my daughter with her math homework the next morning. She didn’t officially move in until we’d been together for six months, but she spent more weekends at my house than at her apartment. She proposed to me at exactly the one-year mark, but my daughter was already calling her “mom” before then.

Like I said, I love my wife. I love that she loves me, I love that she desires me, I love that she has stepped into the stepmom role without a moment’s hesitation, I love spending time with her and everything we do together, and she is the best and most generous lover I have ever had.

But I still consider myself a straight woman. I still have moments when I look at her and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to remember that I married this woman. When we’re having sex, sometimes I have to close my eyes when I kiss her to get over my initial “but this is a woman” instincts, and going down on her has always been hard (and I don’t think I’ll ever be really good at it). I also still have some shame about my weight, and even though it’s clear my wife views my weight as a PLUS, sometimes I can’t help but feel fetishized, especially when she wants me on top of her and I get worried I’ll crush her.

My parents have never been fully on board with my wife, either. They stopped saying mean things about her, and she stopped griping to me about them, but especially with all of the “groomer” talk going around lately it feels so very tense every time we see them.

Overall, I suppose we’re pretty happy together. Looking at my wedding ring, I guess I can’t say I’m still with her “for the novelty” like I used to. I don’t fully know what to call myself and don’t feel comfortable calling myself “queer” because that was an insult other kids my age called each other growing up, but my wife openly embraces the label and would for-sure say we’re in a “queer marriage.”

So that’s where I’m at, I guess.


#marriage   #lesbian   #stepmother   #straight   #bbw  


I became really close friends with my English and math teachers in high school. I even babysat for them. After graduation, they became really close friends of mine. We would drink and tell stories. After about a year of this, I learned that they are in an open marriage. And I also learned that this woman, kinda not pretty and over twice my age, wanted to fuck me. We were already faced and I went for it. Her husband was in the house. And he would occasionally walk through the room. After about an hour of sex he walked in and said break it up or else he would join. I cheated on my girl for some 38 yo cougar. I have dropped them as friends and refuse to talk to them.


#teacher   #husband   #sex   #scarred  


I have explicit thoughts and dreams of my husband even though he left me for another woman. We're still married and I just wish he would come home.


#sex   #love   #marriage  


I am a sissy male and enjoy it immensely. I dream of finding a tall dark and handsome Man and he loves me for the sissy I am. He asks me to marry him and I say YES. I am his wife and lay curled up next to my Man every night playing with his Big Man Cock.. I m his wife and take care of him doing what I wife needs to do for her man. He treats me like the sissy cock slut I am and keeps me dressed like a whore. This is the life I want to live.

Sissy Boy C.


#whore   #slut   #sissy   #gay   #cocksucker   #faggot   #marriage  


I started having an affair with a guy before he got married. I am married. He didnt really want to marry her but hes a pushover and they have a child and im in an emotionally abusive marriage. She found out a few days ago. I havent spoken to him since and everyone blames me but i love him and he will never really know it.


#adultry   #marriage   #love   #sad   #lost  


please find me a cute nice husband or I will kill you all! I am sick of waiting bitch god!


#marriage  


Marriage in America. Men used to do the fighting and hunting. Women did stuff near the home & raised kids.
In modern America females on average are better educated. Most marriages end in divorce. If you marry; most likely; you’ll end up divorced, and your kids unhappy.
I’d suggest unless you just really want to be unhappy, and eventually accept you ruined other people’s lives, you should stay single.
Ahhh. The single life for your whole life. Living cheap. Saving and investing. Retiring. Goofing off.
But some people can’t handle that either.
Our society really pushes women to divorce. No matter what you do; or how you feel, it will probably end in divorce & heart ache.


#marriage  


i am from ind mus family recently get married but i felt my wife don't have any fantacy i told and asked so many thing always nagative answer getting from her but i am different guy i can't be be one women in my life i need changes lot of changes i need every week or every month different women lot of affairs i like recently one of the my relatives aunty got with 3 boys . When u see her husband i felt jealous. I want something like that in my life . My wife should enjoy so I also can be enjoy.even if she don't want to do infront of me threesome or something like that i dont have problems she can hide and she has to respect my feeling also. Wo bhi Azad hum bhi Azad . We can show world we are very good couple or good mus. But from inside we can play wat ever wat we want.let me know if Any IND mus lady want to enjoy life like a free bird and same fantasy i have let me know vicky6f6 is my gmil id contact me and mentioned this confession

Thank you


#lust   #affairs  


I sometimes secretly wish my wife would die. I love her and I always will but sometimes I miss the freedom I had when I was single. Divorce is out of the question so the only way our marriage can end is if she dies. If she does die then I already know what my life will be. I can smoke, drink, and eat myself to death and that is how I will be most happy to die.


#death   #loneliness   #marriage  


As I kid I thought you impregnant a woman when you marry her. I was totally afraid of getting married or attending to a wedding party. One time, I was around 11, my aunt married and at her party, she sat on a chair and the people carried her around and I was just so terrified that they would hurt her and her new baby. I ran to the dance floor, screaming and shouting that they should stop because they would kill the baby.
It was so embarrassing. Everyone was laughing at me.


#impregnant   #marry   #afraid   #baby   #pregnant   #marriage   #wedding  


I have been having a hard time in my marriage for a few months; husband's an alcoholic and our relationship as well as "sex life" is very one sided. I finally snapped when I worked up the nerve to ask him for oral and he said no. So the next morning when I saw a hot young construction worker lost in the stock room at my work, I asked him if he had a minute to help me with a hard to reach spot. He was eager to help sounding respectful but also flirtatious. I directed him to a storage room and asked again if he didnt mind helping me. He looked at me in an unsure way and said "Sure what do you need?" I told him to come here and started undoing his belt and pants. His face was in disbelief as I dropped to my knees; he asked "Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" though he was already pulling out his dick, he got hard as soon as I jerked him into my mouth! I love recalling the sighs and gasps he made; then I stood up lifting my dress, pulled off my lace panties and leaned back on a table of dusty boxes. He pounded into my pussy sliding in and out; threw my legs together and squeezed my ass. I was so turned on and almost close to coming. I sighed "Oh shit" and then he pulled out and came on my stomach and dress. He pulled up his pants with a huge smile then ran out of the room. Even though I didn't come it was exhilarating, and is good for the spank bank. Although Im still waiting for someone to eat my pussy.


#grudge   #fuck   #marriage  


Never marry or have children. Try your best, but others will mess it all up. Just stay single and have a good time.


#marriage  


Here's the deal. I'm in a loving, commited, fantastic relationship that I know will lead to marriage. We've been best friends for a couple of years and he's seen me through the best and worst times in my life. He also witnessed my emotional rollercoaster with my ex. This ex was a guy I dated on and off for about 3 almost 4 years. We never ended up in a commited relationship. It really only consisted of whenever I was in town, we'd hook up. There was a time I loved him, but knew he was just having his fun with me. He would tell me that after all he finished dating other people and I finished dating other people, that we'd get married. That he wanted me, more than anyone else. After going through this for almost 4 years, living off of the crumbs of attention he'd throw my way, I finally put an end to it and cut off communication. If the man really wanted me, he would have made sure no one else had me.


#relaionship   #marriage   #ex  


When my first dominatrix wife divorced me, I was devastated, and tried very hard to find a replacement.
I dated dozens of women, and discovered that my only hope lay in a much older woman, probably not great-looking.but hopefully VERY determined to take control of a younger male who would do almost anything for her. I found what I needed in the form of a prematurely retired psych nurse from the state asylum for the criminally insane, who finally admitted to me that she had resigned to avoid being fired, for vanishing a younger inmate deep into the bowels of the old, unused section of the asylum, where she could keep him strait-jacketed in a padded isolation cell, for what turned out to be years! She milked him twice a day, lengthily and mercilessly, concentrating on orgasm delay and denial, his screams unheard in the bowels of the old part of the building. I found this so exciting, I asked her to marry me on our first meeting, and told her she could indulge HER addiction freely, while enabling mine!
I have a trust fund, which she now controls, and she keeps me comfortably but inescapably in an ex-army bodybag, of olive-drab rubberized canvas, with two small zippered openings, at crotch and mouth, so she can have access to whatever end of me she wants. She is deliriously happy, and spends hours convincing me that I will never see the light of day again, but will spend the rest of my life pleasuring her, as she tortures me, even to the extent of cruelly rationing my air to mere survival level. I have learned exactly how she needs to be pleasured, and strive always to improve.


#permanent   #marriage  


I've been lying to everyone. I was born and raised in a religious family and society where it is wrong to have sex before marriage. But I am not virgin like they have always been thinking about me. I had sex with someone in university. I have a boyfriend now, and he is also a religious person. He doesn't want to have sex before we get married. I wonder what if one day he find my secret..
I never told anyone about this. My parents would disown me if they knew and no one would want to be with me. Fuck me, right.


#secret  


I am the second daughter of a Hindi family born in the USA. I went to college near my home and when I graduated I got a job in Florida. My parents were totally against me leaving my hometown. I was working for three months, living for the first time in my own apartment, when my mother and grandmother showed up without warning. They told me that they had been working hard to find me a husband and they had been rewarded in their search and I was promised to a man from Bangalore. He was in need of a wife with the ability to bring him to the USA. I listened and didn't offer any resistance. It's useless. He came to the USA and we were married two months later with all the Hindi traditions. He took the marriage seriously and consumated me on my wedding night getting me pregnant. I gave birth to a son nine months later. I have two more sons and I am a full time Hindi wife. He doesn't hit me and his punishments are easy.


#arranged   #marriage  


My first marriage our sex life was great, the best. We were so compatible on every level, since it was often her that brought up something new to 'spice' up our sex life. We did a lot of role play, anal sex, she loved to be fucked in the ass, and she would use a life-like strap on cock on me. I would often 'encourage' her to go out and have fun with her girlfriends on the weekends. Often she would go out dancing and get back home about 3am. She would only tell me that guys would be coming onto her all night, and her pussy was so wet when she got home, we would usually have sex unless she was too drunk or tired or I was too sleepy. But often we'd have sex within the day after that. She did tell me she did have sex with some other guys while we were married, usually when she went on a 'business trip' or when I was away on my 'business'. But shit happened, and we got a divorce, though remained friends. I wish we would've stayed married and built a solid cuckold-open marriage, which I'm sure that would have been the end result of staying together, which is, what I want. She met this one young guy, she said he had a nine inch cock, and fucked him a few times, though he had a fiance' back home, he was in town on a business trip himself.


#adultery   #cuckold  


I'm gay, I'm 14 and gay, I live in Missouri and I just want to get fucked, and fuck guys, I want to give bj's and I want guys to give bj's to me, and I just want to find true love and have a husband with me by my side.


#gay   #sex   #husband   #marriage  


I got married too early and I would rather be with her sister or her sister’s roommate. She’s gotten so fat and she just lives her life depressingly. I would love to be single for a week


#marriage   #sex  


I am stuck in a sexless marriage and hate myself for it. I have had opportunity to cheat and offers from other women but turned them down because I'm in love with my wife. I contemplate divorce everyday but I stay for my kids. I hate myself for not having the strength to walk away.


#divorce   #marriage   #self   #hate   #resentment  



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