Straight Female / 27
I am in a relationship with a man, it is intimate, and I play house for him. I didn't know that he was still in a relationship with another girl and one day she showed up at my apartment and questioned me as to why I was moving in on her man. It caught me out of the blue. I stuttered. After a minute she asked me if I knew he was with her and had been for a lot longer than me. I was honest and said no.
She walked into my apartment, she didn't ask, she just did. She walked around looking for evidence of his involvement with me. She found his jacket, which he had left, and she found an extra set of toiletries. A complete set because he spent the night fairly often. And a laundered shirt, for when he got dressed the next day. And I had stuff he liked in the refrigerator, and I had the TV cable package that had his preferences for TV, and she found his clothes in the laundry room.
She asked me if I was in love with him. I said yes. She said she was in love with him too. I am 27 and she is 30, and we sat on the sofa and she told me about herself and I told her about myself, she asked me if I would have a kid with him, was he the baby daddy I wanted? She agreed with me, if she were married she would have a baby. But neither one of us was married. We were lovers, mistresses almost, playing house with him, and he went and played house with her. He had a schedule, and Thursdays and Sundays he seemed to always spend the night with her, and Tuesday and Wednesday he almost never spent the night with her, Tuesdays was almost always the night he spent with me, and Friday night, we usually went out and he spent the night with me, and he would leave after lunch on Saturday and I would see him again on Monday. He spent Sunday afternoon with her, and Sunday night. Sunday was her night.
She got gifts, and I got gifts, and I showed her my gifts and she had the same gifts. Maybe a bit different, not exactly the same earrings, but same shop, and price point. Including the birthday studs. And then we went through the activities, baby, baby activities, we could recite to each other how he made love to us. What he liked and did and what he never did. And what his thing is, holding us down and getting on our back, and grind into us, and flat on our stomach get himself in us. He dose this with both of us.
My weakness is that I sat there and talked with her for several hours, we sat and talked and we decided that we had a man to keep and it was better if we cooperated and that way there would be no hurt feelings. We didn't want anything a secret between us. We wanted it all out in the open. If I needed to find him I could call her and she would put him on the phone, if he needed to find me he could call her and she would know where I was. We would agree on the dates, and we would agree on any changes. We also agreed that there would be no open dates, either he was here or he was there. No separate apartment for him, he had two homes. Or there was nothing for him. We had to be strong on that, we could share, but we would not share beyond the two of us.
He complains that he is tied down. Fine. He should, he is tied down. Together we are strong enough to tie him down.
She walked into my apartment, she didn't ask, she just did. She walked around looking for evidence of his involvement with me. She found his jacket, which he had left, and she found an extra set of toiletries. A complete set because he spent the night fairly often. And a laundered shirt, for when he got dressed the next day. And I had stuff he liked in the refrigerator, and I had the TV cable package that had his preferences for TV, and she found his clothes in the laundry room.
She asked me if I was in love with him. I said yes. She said she was in love with him too. I am 27 and she is 30, and we sat on the sofa and she told me about herself and I told her about myself, she asked me if I would have a kid with him, was he the baby daddy I wanted? She agreed with me, if she were married she would have a baby. But neither one of us was married. We were lovers, mistresses almost, playing house with him, and he went and played house with her. He had a schedule, and Thursdays and Sundays he seemed to always spend the night with her, and Tuesday and Wednesday he almost never spent the night with her, Tuesdays was almost always the night he spent with me, and Friday night, we usually went out and he spent the night with me, and he would leave after lunch on Saturday and I would see him again on Monday. He spent Sunday afternoon with her, and Sunday night. Sunday was her night.
She got gifts, and I got gifts, and I showed her my gifts and she had the same gifts. Maybe a bit different, not exactly the same earrings, but same shop, and price point. Including the birthday studs. And then we went through the activities, baby, baby activities, we could recite to each other how he made love to us. What he liked and did and what he never did. And what his thing is, holding us down and getting on our back, and grind into us, and flat on our stomach get himself in us. He dose this with both of us.
My weakness is that I sat there and talked with her for several hours, we sat and talked and we decided that we had a man to keep and it was better if we cooperated and that way there would be no hurt feelings. We didn't want anything a secret between us. We wanted it all out in the open. If I needed to find him I could call her and she would put him on the phone, if he needed to find me he could call her and she would know where I was. We would agree on the dates, and we would agree on any changes. We also agreed that there would be no open dates, either he was here or he was there. No separate apartment for him, he had two homes. Or there was nothing for him. We had to be strong on that, we could share, but we would not share beyond the two of us.
He complains that he is tied down. Fine. He should, he is tied down. Together we are strong enough to tie him down.
