Due to the negative feedback to the original story, I decided to rewrite it and make it more understandable. So here it is. Once again I'd like to thank Luvagoodpegging, you're a great writer and an inspiration to my stories!
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"I'm so sorry," she says as we sit down on the couch.
"Sorry about what," I ask.
"The way I treated you before we decided to separate," she says in a somber tone.
"What do you mean," I ask.
"You know the whole strap on thing," she exhales.
"Oh," I say almost laughing, "I needed that."
"Really," she says perplexed.
"It helped me find my sexuality," I say.
"What," she asks.
"Look," I start, "you kept on calling me a faggot when you were fucking me in the ass. That really hit me. I had a relationship with a man in college and I thought that I was gay. But being away from you made me realize that I love you."
"So is that who you saw during our experiment," she asks.
"Yeah," I reply, "my old college roommate, Ted."
"Fucked a lot," I say in a quick tone, "It was fun at first but soon he got too demanding. He wanted sex every single day. He wanted different things. He was way to pushy. He would suck my dick in my sleep and other weird things. Too demanding. Then it hit me. I love you and only you. Being with him was disgusting. Having sex with a man is stupid and immoral. I can't believe I did it again. I realized that I love you and no one else."
"Wow," she say says trying to hold back the tears, "I don't know what to say. I never knew you loved me that much. I can't believe that I never saw it like that before. I have a few confessions to make as well."
"Like what," I ask.
"I'm pregnant," she says in a low voice.
"I know it's not my baby," I start, "I can't remember the last time we had vaginal intercourse. All we did for three months was fuck me in my faghole. I was so used to something going into my ass."
"Haven't heard that word in a while," she replies.
"Ted used it a lot," I say, "so who is the father?"
