Through a totally unrelates series of events a girl came to live with me, first she was there on the couch for a few days while she found another job. But after several weeks of frustration she begged for another week. One night I felt bad, why I don't know and told her she could sleep with me in the bed. The couch was so bad, hand me down from who knows who. I made room for her and we slept ok, the bed was a queen and we are small. She looked for this job and that job and never found a job and she kept up with the apartment and groceries and laundry and I worked and basically supported her, buying clothes for her, shoes and taking her on vacation when I went to see some friends on the West Coast.

It was while we were on vacation and at a party that my friends had for us to meet their group that this guy was hitting on 'her'. I got jealous, my heart was running, my stomach hurt, I went totally impulsive and walked over to them and said that I wanted to borrow my wife back and took her by the hand to where I was talking with my friends and another couple. Everyone heard me call her my wife. She didn't say anything right than so she wouldn't embarrass me but that night, of course we were sharing a room, we had been sharing a room for over a year by then, she got into her night shirt, she had on this pair of very tight panties that night, her breast were tight in the nightshirt, she could see that I was staring at her, she walked over and asked me if she was my wife was I her wife?

She took off her nightshirt and stood there in front of me with nothing on but those very tight panties and looked at me and told me to make her my wife. That was the first time we had sex, real unabashed sex. It was my first lesbian experience, my first lesbian kiss, we tried to be quiet but who knows what my friends heard from their room. I called her my wife after that trip, we slowly let it be known that we were not just friends or roommates, we made love or had sex intensely for weeks afterwards. She is my wife, she stays home and I work, we did get married in a simple ceremony with some friends and parents present. We have a king size bed now, we used a gift certificate from our wedding, we have also moved into a small house.

I love that she is my wife, that we live the way we do. I do not mind at all working to support us, I love that she takes care of me. We have had several conversations with my brother and his wife and he is willing to provide his services for us, his wife wants total clinical insemination but we want natural insemination. It is not like it was he and I, my wife is not a blood relative, but still my sister in law hasn't agreed to a natural insemination and that is what we are discussing. Regardless it will be 'clinical', my sister in law and I will wait outside the room until they have success. I am not downplaying this, it is just that a doctor's office seems so impersonal for such a thing like having our own child, maybe children and my brother is the closest thing to me.