Reply: A.l.

We've been together for almost 17 years.
There is a 5 year and 4 months age difference between us when we met and became sexually involved with each other when I was 15. It was both love and total passion at first sight. We navigated our love very carefully until we could legally get married. Our families were not that surprised at our pairing up and it was easily acceptable as we moved forward, though none of them had any clue of how extensive our relationship quietly behind closed doors since our beginnings. It has always been like magic between us and we look forward to keeping it that way.

When we were in college we took a spring break skiing in Utah. Two girls, three guys, nothing romantic. We shared one hotel room, the girls slept in one bed, my two friends in the other bed and I  slept on the floor. The second day I got in a fall, spiral fracture, great pain, cast up to my ass, pretty much incapacitated. I had to use one of the beds. My guy friends laughed, didn't help. One of the girls had to step in. She went all mother, and was pretty clear about how she felt with the guys. She slept in the bed with me. Helped me onto and off the toilet, washed my hair by hand with a bucket, sponge bathed me, administered the pain medication. She told me not to read anything into it. She had brothers, she had seen a dick. 

Our return was four days later, she sat with me, fed me by hand. At one point she told me, volunteered, that as far as she was concerned she was not going to do it with a guy, her interest was 100% with the other girl, that's why she had come. 

After we got back to school she took me to the doctor, he recommended surgery, and a long period laid up. Without insurance I had to opt out of surgery, I did not want to go home, and guess who had to take care of me? She reminded me over and over that her interests were with her 'friend'. But she carried all the burden, nursed me back onto my feet. Her friend lost interest and I was informed that she had invested a lot in me, and I needed to marry her. 

I limped pretty bad, she wore her only dress, the JP was nice enough, we got married.  I was informed, it was a marriage of convenience.  But she had an itch and got pregnant, keeping that up until she had three before getting her tubes tied. We lived in a small two bedroom house, she tutored at home, and I worked. Sex was supposed to be infrequent, it was not that. She seemed to want it all the time. 

We celebrated twenty five years together, and she's still pretty horny. So much for her claims about being interested in that girl.