Straight Female / 46
This is the way it was when I was growing up. We were poor, but I didn't really understand it that way, we were seven kids, three brothers and four sisters. We lived with my parents, my dad sold insurance part time and worked at the feed store part time. He did not have an education. We lived in a two bedroom house, one bathroom, no a/c and an old tv.
One year, when I was 15 my older sister won a trip to Mexico, she was 22 and she invited me to go. We stayed at this hotel, but go robbed. These two guys started to hit on us by the pool, my sister was of the opinion that we should let them hit on us because we did not have any money and that way they would buy us dinner, we just had to be careful and not let them get us into a situation where they could screw us. I thought this was a bad idea all around.
There was this couple of guys who were sitting by the pool, both Mexicans, who were older than us, they spoke English so they understood what my sister had said. The guys who were hitting on us were doing their thing and my sister was answering them and had accepted to go with them. When we got up to leave with them, one of the guys I was talking about got up and walked over to me and asked me if I really wanted to do that. Go with those men. He was very direct, he asked me if I wanted to go with them, because all they wanted was my pussy, he used that word. I hesitated, first of all because I had never had a guy just come out and that word in front of me. My sister was already outside waiting for me, but he grabbed me by the arm and told me that I was going to stay with him, he wasn't going to be responsible for one of those guys screwing me.
He sat me down at this table and sat down with me. My sister left with those two guys. This guy told me he had overheard that we had been robbed and asked how we were staying at that hotel, I told him the hotel was paid for because it was part of the trip my sister won. He told me he was taking me to my room, and for me to get dressed and he was going to take me to lunch. He spoke to me with authority and I did what he said. We went to my room, and he went through all my clothes and picked what I should wear.
He took me to his house for lunch. I had never been in a house like that, it was like the movies. They had servants and his mother was beautiful and he had three younger sisters, one of them my age. Everyone spoke English. He told them about me and told his sister that she was to take care of me and I was going to stay with them.
That evening he took me back to the hotel to look for my sister, we got to the room and found her there. She looked terrible, she was very bad off. He called a doctor and told him he was taking my sister to see him. We helped her get dressed, as she was she was not really dressed, and we went to see this doctor. She had been raped and abused. After the doctor saw her he took her back to the hotel and made me pack my bags and took me home with him. He wouldn't take my sister because she had been raped and she couldn't go into his house. Those men were of a much lower class and the fact that they had sex with my sister made her unwelcome in his home. I slept in the room with his sister.
The next day he made arrangements for us to return to the USA. At the airport, when I was leaving to get on the plane, he asked me for my address and my phone and he told me that he was going to come and get me when I was a woman. But that I had to grow up first.
Well he came for me three years later, in the meantime not a word (of course in those days communications were not what they are now). He told me that he was going to take me with him because I owed him and now that I was a woman I was to go with him, he had chosen me to have children. He would support me and I would have children for him. It was only after I arrived in Mexico that I came to understand that I was not going to be his wife. I was strictly there to be his lover and have children. I would be supported, cared for and my children would grow up as a part of his family, that I would be recognized and accepted as his lover.
I was barely 18 and he was going on 30 at the time, he had an approved fiancée, which he did not love. She was however the right person for the marriage. I stayed and I became his lover and I had his children. Of course she also had children, that is what she married for, to this day I have always contended she was bred. The right family and the right man, whereas my children were from him, because he wanted them and he wanted me. It was upside down, his house where she lived and the house where I lived, he spent most all of his free time with me. Including all social events. It was just understood that I was his lover, his wife was his social commitment. I always felt sorry for her children.
This is a long story, but it is a story that has to be told somewhere. He fell in love with me that day, he knew what those men were going to do to my sister and me, and he chose to save me from that. But in doing so, he fell in love. And in return, after I understood what my position was, I gave myself to him and fell in love with him too.
To this day I am accused by many that I was his lover for the money and I laugh, because it was his wife that married for the money, he chose me to be his love and to be the mother to his children. So if you want, I was the mistress gold digger, and the poor wife had no choice but to accept her husband's lover. Or if you like, in real life he married me and she was his lover for social position. That is my story, my children know it and so do my grandchildren.
One year, when I was 15 my older sister won a trip to Mexico, she was 22 and she invited me to go. We stayed at this hotel, but go robbed. These two guys started to hit on us by the pool, my sister was of the opinion that we should let them hit on us because we did not have any money and that way they would buy us dinner, we just had to be careful and not let them get us into a situation where they could screw us. I thought this was a bad idea all around.
There was this couple of guys who were sitting by the pool, both Mexicans, who were older than us, they spoke English so they understood what my sister had said. The guys who were hitting on us were doing their thing and my sister was answering them and had accepted to go with them. When we got up to leave with them, one of the guys I was talking about got up and walked over to me and asked me if I really wanted to do that. Go with those men. He was very direct, he asked me if I wanted to go with them, because all they wanted was my pussy, he used that word. I hesitated, first of all because I had never had a guy just come out and that word in front of me. My sister was already outside waiting for me, but he grabbed me by the arm and told me that I was going to stay with him, he wasn't going to be responsible for one of those guys screwing me.
He sat me down at this table and sat down with me. My sister left with those two guys. This guy told me he had overheard that we had been robbed and asked how we were staying at that hotel, I told him the hotel was paid for because it was part of the trip my sister won. He told me he was taking me to my room, and for me to get dressed and he was going to take me to lunch. He spoke to me with authority and I did what he said. We went to my room, and he went through all my clothes and picked what I should wear.
He took me to his house for lunch. I had never been in a house like that, it was like the movies. They had servants and his mother was beautiful and he had three younger sisters, one of them my age. Everyone spoke English. He told them about me and told his sister that she was to take care of me and I was going to stay with them.
That evening he took me back to the hotel to look for my sister, we got to the room and found her there. She looked terrible, she was very bad off. He called a doctor and told him he was taking my sister to see him. We helped her get dressed, as she was she was not really dressed, and we went to see this doctor. She had been raped and abused. After the doctor saw her he took her back to the hotel and made me pack my bags and took me home with him. He wouldn't take my sister because she had been raped and she couldn't go into his house. Those men were of a much lower class and the fact that they had sex with my sister made her unwelcome in his home. I slept in the room with his sister.
The next day he made arrangements for us to return to the USA. At the airport, when I was leaving to get on the plane, he asked me for my address and my phone and he told me that he was going to come and get me when I was a woman. But that I had to grow up first.
Well he came for me three years later, in the meantime not a word (of course in those days communications were not what they are now). He told me that he was going to take me with him because I owed him and now that I was a woman I was to go with him, he had chosen me to have children. He would support me and I would have children for him. It was only after I arrived in Mexico that I came to understand that I was not going to be his wife. I was strictly there to be his lover and have children. I would be supported, cared for and my children would grow up as a part of his family, that I would be recognized and accepted as his lover.
I was barely 18 and he was going on 30 at the time, he had an approved fiancée, which he did not love. She was however the right person for the marriage. I stayed and I became his lover and I had his children. Of course she also had children, that is what she married for, to this day I have always contended she was bred. The right family and the right man, whereas my children were from him, because he wanted them and he wanted me. It was upside down, his house where she lived and the house where I lived, he spent most all of his free time with me. Including all social events. It was just understood that I was his lover, his wife was his social commitment. I always felt sorry for her children.
This is a long story, but it is a story that has to be told somewhere. He fell in love with me that day, he knew what those men were going to do to my sister and me, and he chose to save me from that. But in doing so, he fell in love. And in return, after I understood what my position was, I gave myself to him and fell in love with him too.
To this day I am accused by many that I was his lover for the money and I laugh, because it was his wife that married for the money, he chose me to be his love and to be the mother to his children. So if you want, I was the mistress gold digger, and the poor wife had no choice but to accept her husband's lover. Or if you like, in real life he married me and she was his lover for social position. That is my story, my children know it and so do my grandchildren.
