An one night stand brought my wife her lesbian partner

I was 28 and married for about a year when I met this girl, Carla, and the chemistry was great and that night I ** her. I more or less was insistent on it and she fell back and it was her first time. Literally a one time thing, her first and my first time after getting married.

Carla was one of those girls you hear about that was just plumb fertile. If a ** got close to her she got pregnant and she got pregnant from that one time. My wife took it badly, but got over it, it was a one time thing and we left it at that, except for the financial responsibility part where her income was also used to pay child support and we had the boy on alternate weekends, and all the other joint custody things.

Carla was not moving on. Not an inch. She never knocked when she came over. She literally didn't respect our privacy and would come in in the morning when she spent Saturday night with us and sit on our bed with the baby to nurse in front of my wife. I'm not kidding, she wanted my wife to hold her while she nursed. My wife would squeeze her other breast and get milk out of it and taste it using her **. For me, shut up, it's a woman thing.

He lease on her apartment came up and rather than renew my wife invited her into our two bedroom, she spent most of her time with us anyway and by then my wife and Carla were best friends, raising my son together. They pushed for a bigger place, a house or something and we moved to a small cheap neighborhood where they had another room for my son and they could spread their wings more. During those days I traveled regularly and while I was out of town they slept together, and frankly didn't even notice I was gone. They were 100% focused on each other.

My wife confessed there was 'something' between them and they kissed a lot and my wife liked playing with her ** and they had sort of kissed down there to get that out of the way and she enjoyed it more when Carla gave her oral **, she wasn't rough and she didn't have to put with ** afterwards. Basically, they were later day lesbians, although they were still under 25.

I got my share, they never refused, they took care of the house, they were really into making it a home for themselves and my son. When my son turned three it was time for them to get pregnant again, well my wife the first time and Carla number two. I was the stud, and they were a breading a pair. By that time their lesbian relationship had flowered into a full blow thing, I had the 'other' bedroom and they lived together. I was their stud, they put out to keep the peace, but the couple relationship was the two of them.

I stayed married, and I lived this strange life with two lesbian women. I could feel their love for each other go deeper and deeper and deeper. You always think that lesbians are a sexual thing, but in front of my eyes they proved me wrong. I was the stud in their life, and they were a breeding pair, they kept on having babies, they switched off working, they had me to cover all the hard stuff, housing, cars, education, they contributed their measly share.

They just knew that to keep me there, they had to give me **, and they had to give me my place at the head of the table, the male authority figure for the them and the children, the man of the house. They never usurped that role, I was the last authority, settled arguments, I wasn't only Daddy the kids, I was their man as well.