Out of college I got a job at a company that openly hired gays and lesbians. The HR director was lesbian and she hired me as entry level generalist. There were a good number of gays and lesbians, I generally had more to do with lesbians than the gay men, that I kept away from. Although I worked around lesbians, my romantic life was outside of work and nobody's business.
I had been there five years and I was in charge of Benefits. It was budget time and 'the man' asked me to come and help him with the budget. He told me to sit, he had something to tell me, that was confidential. They were letting the HR Director go, and he wanted me to take the job. The reason? She had loaded up with personnel who were not competent, and there was a lot of turnover and mistakes and wrong turns, etc. I was to clean the mess up, get rid of the dead weight and replace them with very competent players. Last on the list of qualifications was being gay or lesbian, that's what had gotten them into this problem.
I got fucked by 'the man' that day. I, not her, not the other her, me, I was the one he was looking for to make his day. I sucked on my first dick that day. The first fucking was in his office, the second one that day on my bed in my apartment. He ignored, put aside, belittled my lifestyle. He had chosen me for him and that was that and no more arguing, and he wanted open kisses and open affections. He wanted a woman to show him with her attention and her hugs and kisses that she was all his. I woke up the next morning after a sleepless night wondering what had happened to me.
He enforced his demand of me being his girl, woman, office wife, his source of affection and he loved kissing with me. Of course, there was constant sex. Intercourse. He didn't like the office so the sex was at my apartment, where he wanted my undivided attention. He liked me to suck softly on his penis after sex, and to hug onto him. He wanted to feel a woman against him, all woman, his woman.
I couldn't break the hold he had on me. I was his woman in all the ways a woman belongs to a man. I willingly had a child for him. And since I had a son on the first round, I quickly had a daughter on the second round. I had moved to a house for the school district, I had all the allowance I needed, and he was devoted to his children and to me. This man loved me, and I learned to hold his hand when walking beside him, to hug his neck when he kissed me, to gently suck his penis after sex. And I always slept up against him, so he could feel his woman beside him.
He cleaned up the mess at the office. My career path was pleasing him, and making sure that his woman was there for him. I note that I called myself his woman, and other called me his woman, I was his woman. I am his woman. I am also his wife now. I am the mother of his children. I am a stay at home mom now. Yes, he is obsessed with me. A little old for me, but I'm not his woman because that's what he wants, it is because that's what I want. I want my daughter to see how a woman is supposed to treat her husband. I want my son to know that his mother is his father's wife. 'The man' got to me, and hasn't let go of me.
