Marriage of convenience

Looking at our marriage from the outside no one realizes that it was a sped up pity marriage. She was 22, and her visa wasn't renewed and she had to return to her home country, Turkey. She was devasted, didn't want to go back, social issues are repressive, meaningful jobs are scarce, and her parents didn't approve of her 'choices'. In a last minute offer I told her I would marry her, she would have to stay married for three years at least, until she got her permanent papers.

She is a lesbian and from time to time I like boys. In spite of our sexual preferences a midnight fight and a reconciliation she ended up pregnant. First for her and maybe fifth for me. But youth is a powerful force when it comes to getting pregnant. Now we were stuck. For real.

We have stayed married, we have our flings, she opted for more children, at one point she said if she was stuck like this then she might as well have six like her mother. Vasectomy time? Not really, she's Turkish and comes from a culture of large families. Being pregnant or a kid on the hip is a sign of maturity. Plus it disguises her very real lesbian character.

Her lover of ten years is a graphic designer, she's carries her lesbian credentials on her sleeve and you have to be pretty blind not to pick up on it. Her maternal instincts are questionable but there under the surface. My preferences are satisfied with short term relationships, I have my hands full with my wife and our children. Who has time to date? Especially when you get your four o'clock reminder that dinner is served at six thirty so that I can have dinner with the kids. It's three adults at the table. a man, a woman and what should I call her, a woman angry she wasn't born with ** and a **. She borrows my clothes, not hers.

I've seen her naked, many times. Tattooed, slender, fit, long legs and torso, small **, and a pronounced mound and **. But no ** or **, so I remind her. ** her off, but she can't lay claim to the chair at the head of the table.

My house is run by a Turkish woman, with all the children, and her smile and demeanor. We've been married now fifteen years and she's had five kids with me. Things are good, I love my kids and I love her too. I'm glad we got married.