A Bit of History

It’s at this point that I should stop and take a step back because this isn’t the story you are most likely thinking it is. You are thinking this is the tale of a good little Christian girl who finds out her husband is one of those deviant homosexuals and has to decide if she should protect him or not, right?

Well, sadly it isn't that straightforward. You see I have known about Marcus’s orientation pretty much from the day we met. When we met at university it was because his then boyfriend introduced us. We became fast friends and it wasn’t until we were about to graduate that he revealed to me that he had been telling his family back home that he was dating me. We came from the same town, a place that might as well have been on another planet when it comes to its views on homosexuality.

So we made a deal, I would be his beard, I would cover for him and marry him and keep the charade up until his dad died and he gained control of his company. The fact that I did love him if only as a dear and near friend, made the choice a little easier. Four years of one night stands and guys who thought date **** where just four letter words had left me with no real urge to find a man anyway.

So we had come back and eventually got married becoming yet another happy upper-class couple in a town full of them. I know what your next question will be, if Marcus is gay then how do we have two children? Well, I can tell you that Marcus is the father of both of them. Granted the conception required the assistance of one of Marcus’s “City Friends” who was kind enough to use his cock as a prostate massager whilst Marcus closed his eyes and thought of England. Let me tell ya, nothing makes a girl feel more special that the man with his cock inside her trying not to dry heave.

We had been happy though like I said I do love Marcus and he is a better father than most men could ever hope to be. Filled with a drive to avoid the mistakes his own father made I’m sure. In public we would kiss and hug and hold hands as everyone expected, I would listen to the inane sex talk of the trophy wives that infested the town like Alice. Throwing in the odd bit lie lifted from the pages of some shitty sex advice column and everyone got to stay in the there little safe bubble. His job would often send him on trips to the city and during those, he would visit his “City Friends” to take care of his needs.

For my part, I never really had much interest in sex after university, as I said you can only be plied with drink and promises of eternal love so many times before you lose the taste for it. So I had been happy to pour my efforts into our children and my work.

However as the years have gone by I have found my eye beginning to wander, the thought of sex starting to gain some of its old alure. It is still nothing more than my fingers and the shower head right now but I know that that won’t do forever.

When Marcus had gotten a taste for politics and set his sights on holding office we had had to change the way things went. As I said, this State is about as unfriendly to the gays as it can get without actually making them illegal. The risk of being revealed was a very real one and so the visits to the city friends stopped. A hard drive of gay porn(downloaded from another computer in another state) had replaced the visits to the “City Friends”.

At least, that’s what I had thought.