Sooner or later everyone wants to tell their story, whether to shock, elicit sympathy, seek counsel, or just to be understood by others. My time has come. At the same time, my wife and I are - not celebrities by any stretch of the imagination - but we are well-known in our own little circle, and so I want to preserve our anonymity. In order to do that, some details are purposely wrong, when those details don't affect anything. For instance, whether our children are boys or girls, or whether we have two or three, makes no difference. Similarly, exactly where we live makes no difference, nor do our exact ages.
So let us begin the tale. Back when we were in high school, my wife and I dated for a while, and we hung out with the same crowd. We ended up going to the same university, and after graduation, we both started working in healthcare. I dated around, and she did too - almost solely women, and she eventually was in a long-term lesbian relationship with a mutual friend. My wife and I started working in the same hospital and we became even better friends with shared jokes etc., as well as colleagues. She was never the man-hating lesbian type, and actually seemed to like guys and would flirt harmlessly with guys, including me when I wasn't in a relationship or when she and her girlfriend were on the outs.
She and her girlfriend had a very stormy relationship, and she never seemed as close to her as you'd expect. After her relationship broke down, we went out - not dating, but out for drinks and stuff and she was unexpectedly comfortable with me. We began to actually date, and we would neck for hours and she would climax from just having her breasts and nipples stroked. That escalated to her telling me that she liked to be held down and that she really liked being man-handled, which was of course odd on the one hand, but hot on the other. Our necking progressed to my eating her out but she didn't reciprocate. To be honest that never bothered me since I've always loved eating pussy, and it was certainly in line with her having been in lesbian relationships. She later told me that she was a "pillow-princess" in her relationships and had only gone down on a couple of girls - mostly under some pressure of expectation.
We did eventually begin to have intro-missive sex, which she almost immediately stopped, explaining that she just couldn't do that. She did want to continue to go out with me and we went back to necking and oral - for her. I'd take care of myself afterwards privately. She was and is very beautiful, and I told her that I'd fallen in love with her. She told me that she loved me too and we started trying, or at least I started trying, to figure out some way we could make a go of it despite the sex issue.
As you can imagine, day after day of necking and eating her got my libido pretty high. One night after drinks and necking, and my lingeringly eating her, we got a little too drunk, and she let me in. Since we had not expected to be intimate in that way, neither of us had taken precautions, and she got pregnant on the first try. We decided to marry and try to make a go of it despite the issue of penetrative sex, which did not magically go away after getting knocked up.
So let us begin the tale. Back when we were in high school, my wife and I dated for a while, and we hung out with the same crowd. We ended up going to the same university, and after graduation, we both started working in healthcare. I dated around, and she did too - almost solely women, and she eventually was in a long-term lesbian relationship with a mutual friend. My wife and I started working in the same hospital and we became even better friends with shared jokes etc., as well as colleagues. She was never the man-hating lesbian type, and actually seemed to like guys and would flirt harmlessly with guys, including me when I wasn't in a relationship or when she and her girlfriend were on the outs.
She and her girlfriend had a very stormy relationship, and she never seemed as close to her as you'd expect. After her relationship broke down, we went out - not dating, but out for drinks and stuff and she was unexpectedly comfortable with me. We began to actually date, and we would neck for hours and she would climax from just having her breasts and nipples stroked. That escalated to her telling me that she liked to be held down and that she really liked being man-handled, which was of course odd on the one hand, but hot on the other. Our necking progressed to my eating her out but she didn't reciprocate. To be honest that never bothered me since I've always loved eating pussy, and it was certainly in line with her having been in lesbian relationships. She later told me that she was a "pillow-princess" in her relationships and had only gone down on a couple of girls - mostly under some pressure of expectation.
We did eventually begin to have intro-missive sex, which she almost immediately stopped, explaining that she just couldn't do that. She did want to continue to go out with me and we went back to necking and oral - for her. I'd take care of myself afterwards privately. She was and is very beautiful, and I told her that I'd fallen in love with her. She told me that she loved me too and we started trying, or at least I started trying, to figure out some way we could make a go of it despite the sex issue.
As you can imagine, day after day of necking and eating her got my libido pretty high. One night after drinks and necking, and my lingeringly eating her, we got a little too drunk, and she let me in. Since we had not expected to be intimate in that way, neither of us had taken precautions, and she got pregnant on the first try. We decided to marry and try to make a go of it despite the issue of penetrative sex, which did not magically go away after getting knocked up.
