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Straight Male / 42

Found My Moms Pictures

I was finally, a year or more after she was gone, got to clearing out my moms house. I took my time, didn't even have my wife come help me. My mom was central in my life, my dad died when I was about 4, don't have any memories other than pictures of him. My mom never remarried, she socialized, worked, parented, PTA'd, did everything. She had lots of friends, and they came over to the house often.

As I was going through things, I found a large box. In it were envelopes with various friends names and years listed. The friends were a few women who were over a lot during the years. I remember them all. As I looked through the envelopes they were all pictures. Nude pictures. They were of the woman named and my mom. They were having sex, they were lesbians. I realized it meant that another woman was there too, or a man, someone had to take the pictures. Some of the pictures were really tight closeups of their pussies, tongues on pussies, even tongues on assholes. They showed some of the women, my mother being one, with strapon cocks, fucking other women anally and vaginally.

I am not sure if she was a lesbian before, when she married my dad, I know she got pregnant unintentionally and that's why they got married. Was it so good that she never went with another man, or was she a lesbian who got knocked up and married to cover for herself.

Either way it's hard to admit I got hard looking at my naked, lesbian mother, and all the "aunts" I knew naked and having sex.

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# 70756 - by Chas / March 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 29

    Being In A Lesbian Relationship, Including Sex, Is So Hot

    I was eleven and lived with my grandma and my parents in a small rural Texas town. I had a rope swing hung from a tree in our backyard. One day a friend of mine was over and she wanted to swing, but she didn't hold onto the rope and fell and broke her arm. I was the only one there, my grandmother had stepped across the street.

    I bring this up because after that incident we became best friends. We did everything together and when we were seniors in high school we did the thing. We had been swimming and we were changing back into our clothes. A seventeen year old is for all intense and purposes a mature female and we stood there completely naked and started kissing and feeling each other up. Not a word was spoken, not until after we had eaten each other. Then we talked. It was like I always wanted to kiss you, I can't believe how good it felt when you were kissing my pussy, I can't believe how good it felt eating your pussy, and other comments while we lay naked on my bed.

    We ate pussy after that, we watched videos and read stories and confessions like those on this site. By the time we finished college we were fully evolved lesbians. I won't try to outguess what it was that set us up for that, certainly the broken arm put us together, but everything after than happened in slow motion until that afternoon when we just gave into the desire.

    Being lesbian and having lesbian sex is for us normal. We don't really ever talk about it, but it does cross our minds. What if we had sex with a guy, what would it be like. To date we haven't gone down that route, but I can see that sooner or later we are going to have find out.
    Let me say one more thing, a fully naked woman waiting for you to make love to her is the hottest thing a girl could ever want to do. I'm not suggesting that straight women try it, but if they have the chance, why not. Find out why men want a woman so bad, once you have a woman you are hooked on women I guarantee.

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    # 70714 - by Lou Anne / March 24, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 36

    Finding Out I Was Lesbian Opened Up My Life, Killed My Depression

    I got married the summer after college and moved with my husband for his job. I went into depression, I felt alone, away from my mother. My husband wanted a classic marriage and more than once he reminded me, I cook, he eats. Taking care of the apartment, working full time, being available to him was more than I could handle. If only he didn't touch me.

    I met Claire at work and we became best friends. She was originally from Toronto, French Canadian, beautiful is not an exaggeration. She moved for the weather when the bank offered her a transfer. In a short time we became intimate, she took me by the hand, step by step until I was totally comfortable with expressing my love for her.

    Then, out of nowhere she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, following an examination they thought was a cyst on her ovary. Overnight her insides were taken from her, a year of chemo. My husband adopted her, he was the pillar of strength for both of us. Even if you never think about having children, knowing she would never be a mother was overwhelming. It was up to me now, offering myself to be made pregnant was the most difficult act in my life.

    I was a healthy 28, pregnancy came and went, we had a baby to look after. I agreed to a sibling, and we had two preschool children, a boy and a girl. Instincts come alive and we reveled in being mothers.

    My husband and I never divorced, he continued to ensure we had a a nice house and transportation. Socially we are married, he is involved with the children. He keeps a home in a townhouse with plenty of room for the children. Claire has been cancer free, and keeps up with her check ups, but the fear of recurrence is always with us.

    For now we take our lives together as a g*ft. I love her, and I've learned to love my husband. As a big brother.

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    # 70677 - by Patrice / March 22, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 34

    Discovered My Problem After I Got Married

    I was always uncomfortable with boys and later men getting close to me. I was 31 when I had my first sexual experience. It was too personal and I became clingy and jealous. He was 'fed up' with me, but in a turn around he said he would marry me but I had to get over my jealousies.

    At one point a few months later mt now husband told me to get a friend, preferably female. I had such a friend but I had never introduced her to him, out oof jealousy that he might like her more than me.

    He ignored her, and our friendship. Under his nose things were beginning to happen. What were once friendship kisses, hugs, became intense and outright sexual. Until we were having sex two times a week, in my house. It was during this special affair that I slowly realized I was lesbian all along.

    It wasn't a shock, it answered so many questions. We continued behind his back. Until one day I just opened up. I expected him to react badly, but he said 'see there, you found your problem'. He isn't the jealous kind, he won't give me up, but he doesn't interfere with my sex affair.

    I don't want to be set free either.

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    # 70555 - by Michelle / March 13, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 37

    I Am Now In The Full Swing Of My First Lesbian Affair

    As a recent college graduate I gravitated to California, San Francisco, but in a dump in Oakland. I got a job working part time for a small gallery. I was so excited to meet women, women like me. Women who liked women. Women like me. And so on, all about meeting women like me. Except I never met a woman like me.

    I come from a Midwest upbringing with five sisters and two brothers, a Catholic home. I was the always the oddball but my family always treated me like one of the family. I heard things like 'this too shall pass'. "Give it time'. 'One day you are going to wake up and there will be Prince Charming'. But no Prince Charming, it was always Mary or Sue or Pricilla Hampton. Talk about about showers in junior high, all those pretty girls. Every girl is pretty in the shower, I learned that lesson. I had posters of girls on my walls, I talked about girls at the dining room table. Give it time, they told me, just give it time, this too shall pass.

    I went to the local college, lived at home. No college experience, just a part time job. I wasn't different than my siblings, no way seven kids were going to be sent off to college for the college experience. I studied business. Some girls at the college, who mostly all had part time jobs, liked to party and I partied with them. One in particular, I was beyond hope then, just seeing her walk into the classroom. One day she said that she wanted to talk. Oh hurray. She told me that I creeped her out, the way I looked at her. And to make sure that I got the message, 'I'm not gay (creep)'.

    Well, with my degree I went to California to mee the woman of my dreams. I met women all right, but not the woman of my dreams. Not even close. The constant bitching, the constant anger, it turned me off. Then one day at the gallery my boss, named HELEN, she said that she had this invitation for a Spa day at this place in the Wine Country and if I wanted to go with her. We drove out and in the car she got me to confess and she told me that making choices was part of growing up. My choices were poor choices, find a man she said. Men make better lovers, better life partners, she said. Grow up she said.

    At the Spa it was about meditating, about massage therapy, it was about sitting with your legs crossed. HELEN told me that if I really wanted to be that way then she would show me what I thought I was missing. HELEN showed me, in a way I never expected. At the Spa, she showed me, now get naked and just lie there, don't even think about anything. And she used her fingers up and down my spine, in the crack of my butt, around my nipples and finally she touched my clit. I don't recommend this for any woman, she told me. It's a false way of life. A woman friend yes, a woman boss yes, but a WOMAN no. She did elicit an orgasm from me.

    We drove home in silence. She drove me to my apartment. She frowned deeply. I would never let my daughter live here. She told me the next day that she had a friend who needed someone to split expenses. An older woman, I would like her well enough. She lived in a two bedroom condo and she rented the room to me for what I was already paying. Except much nicer and much better neighborhood. I'm a lesbian she told me. HELEN says you think you are a lesbian, is this true? Yes ma'am.

    I found out after living there, and being prodded by HELEN that being a lesbian fell in the realm of poor life choices. Of course HELEN is a lesbian if you haven't figured that out. Except she would never choose that for her daughter. I went back to the Midwest, cold in the winter, got a job working with an insurance agency. I met a guy there, John or something like that, and he was enthusiastic and I decided that I would make a choice with my head and not with my clit. I married John and now I'm living the life.

    Remember that girl from high school, Pricilla Hampton. Well guess what, she's a lesbian too. And well it takes two to tango and now that we are older and we both have families and responsibilities we get along wonderfully. It's cheating. But I've waited so long. Pricilla Hampton, who would have thought?

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    # 70470 - by Wonder Woman / March 7, 2024
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    Bi-Sexual Female / 41

    Must Be Hormones

    Hormones. During high school and college I was very horny, demanding attention. It was all directed towards women. I got married and had children. During my maternal years I was nurturing and focused on home and children. Now in my forties I'm back with women.

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    # 70407 - by Hope / March 4, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 23

    Playing With Fire

    It was totally unexpected. My boss asked me to babysit for her. She got home late and insisted I spend the night. I couldn't sleep so I was watching a silly movie on the tv in the guest bedroom. A knock on my door and my boss asked me what I was doing. She said she liked that movie and got in bed with me. We slept in a tight pretzel, I woke up with my head on her chest, and my hand on her boob. She smiled at me, when I drew my hand back she took my hand and laid it back on her boob. Until her kid got up and came in looking for her mother.

    When I left she held my hand and asked me not to talk about it, people may misunderstand. Work was never the same again with her, it's like overnight we became best friends. I babysat with her, watched movies, slept all night. We kissed and one night we went 'all the way' and went down on each other.

    She asked me to go with her to see her mother that weekend. She slept in her old room and I slept in her brother's old room. After midnight she got in bed with me so I wouldn't have to smell the man smell on the pillow. We had to be quiet, not make any noise. We fell asleep and her mother caught us together. A lot of 'explaining', her mother said it was 'experimenting', she had seen that on tv.

    We had to 'break up' or one of us had to change jobs. I offered to quit, but I couldn't afford it. We decided to 'break up' instead, and only met in secret. It was hard to get together, to sleep together. I told her I couldn't live like that.

    I quit my job, became her live in nanny, 'experimented' until we were crazy doing it. We went public, everyone knew it. Her mother said she saw it, at work it was an open secret. I'm back at work, she's not my boss, it's Mr. Randolph so it's not nepotism. We drive in and home together, drop by the sitter coming and going. We took some French cooking lessons and spent last week at her mother's.

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    # 70321 - by Patsy / February 28, 2024
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    Straight Male / 34

    My Wifes Exciting Confession.

    My wife recentely confeeses to me . That when they have been for weekends away with the girls . She has been sleeping with one of them , and having Lesbian sex . She is divorced . It satrted with the woman , fingering my wife . When she thought she was sleeping . This made my wife cum . They licked and fingered each other . Sucking boobs and nipples . When my wife licked the woman and made her cum . It was the first time she had done it to anyone . When the woman was sucking her nipples . It gave my wife sensations in her pussy . That she had never experienced before . She enjoyed the whole experience . They has sex both nights , and one day time . My wife wanted more . Confessing to me , got her excited . She wanted to fuck . I found it arousing and sexy . I asked her if her friend would come to stay with us . So i could watch them . She wanted to try . It turned her on . She phoned the woman , asking if she wanted to stay for the weekend . Friday to Sunday . She wanted to . When she stayed . Friday night , my wife asked if i would mind her sleeping with her . I told her ok . In the night i could hear them . I could hear when they were having orgasms . I listened at the door and masturbated in to a tissue . On the Saturday i asked my wife if i could watch . Telling her about masturbating and listening at the door . She talked to her friend , who was ok with mee watching . They both unddrssed . Laying on the carpet kissing and fingring each other . Then my wife was licking her friend's pussy . Making her cum . I had undressed and sat watching them , slowly stroking my cock . They changed places . Her friend kneeling between my wifes thighs . Licking her pussy . Seeing this and being able to see that her pussy was wet . I wanted to fuck her friend . I slid in to her pussy . My wife looked at me and smiled . By now i was almost bursting to cum . It only took a few strokes . I was filling her pussy with my cum . When i pulled out , my wife pushed her friend on to her back . Licking her pussy and my cum . That was only the first weekend . She stayed a lot . They had sex with me watching , and i got to fuck them . They were riding my cock . I liked it when her friend was riding me . If my wife was riding me , her friend would crouch over my face . Letting me lick her .

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    # 70314 - by Fred / February 28, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 68

    Polyamory, Polygamy, Lesbians, Two Wives And A Husband You Name It

    Back in 1974 I went to college as a naive girl looking for something more in my life. I went with my close high school friend because I couldn't think of a college I wanted to go to. We roomed together and like most all girls we got along pretty well and the division of domestic duties were no brainers. Things got more and more intimate and one day we showered together and washed each other's hair. It was the first time I was totally naked with another girl in a situation like that and her hands went all over me, top to bottom, pressing my buttons one by one. She sucked my nipples and she sucked my clit and laid me out on the bed still wet and ate me until I had an orgasm, my first.

    She was hungry for me and I was a total wimp about it and she had all she could get, morning, noon and night. There was a lot of pda, just kissing and touching and a lot of love you and love you back. We were in a zone and nothing could pull us back. In my senior year, her's too, I got the urge that would not let me go to get pregnant. Every pregnant girl I saw gave me a bigger and bigger push. I wanted a baby so bad that I asked her over and over to make sure she could find someone to make me pregnant.

    When she finally relented she said it was both of us or nothing and we talked a guy we knew who was VET school to impregnate us. He was more than happy to do so. It was as big a turn on for him as it was for us, it was outright mating, not sex. We took every drop of sperm he could spare and put it to good use and we both had babies in August and September of 1978 after we finished college. We did not want to work, all we wanted to do was stay home and be new mommies. Our parents helped and we had to work part time jobs. The urge for another baby came on strong about a year later and our baby daddy, we didn't call him that at the time, we called him our 'husband' and he went right back to work. Two years after my second baby she had her second as well.

    He reached for which ever one was closets or the one he wanted that night. Sex was all missionary, on our backs, with him giving it to us as hard as he could get away with it. For us it was not about him satisfying us, it was about him being satisfied with us. We always slept beside him and we had our own sexual life, even with him in bed snoring away. We didn't consider ourselves lesbians, we considered ourselves to be in a polygamous or polyamory relationship. We were his 'wives' and he was our 'husband', don't let anyone say anything about it. Our families went along, just happy enough that we had a veterinary doctor for a husband and not some artist or musician.

    Our kids grew up in a household with two mommies, and a daddy. They never let on that it was a problem. We tried not to identify them with a given mommy but you can't help it and they knew from the earliest day who there mommy was. In our thirties and forties we spent the best part of those two decades in a non stop lesbian love free for all. A hunger that never satisfied. We kissed openly, we didn't care if we were at the mall or just at breakfast. We slept together in a sexual embrace and our kids grew up recognizing us as mommies who loved each other very much. We had to accept the label of lesbians because it was thrown at us all the time. So what if we were lesbians? When it came time to having family time we were 'wives' not lesbians and he was our 'husband', that's how we felt and that's the dynamic we lived under.

    We are now in our late sixties and we have a very lesbian life. We take classes together, and we are closer than ever before. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and not a day goes by that she doesn't think of me. We were lucky, we know it, that our husband accepted us like this and didn't insist of purely heterosexual behavior. We are going on another cruise in a few months, we are out and about and our husband still has his practice. Our parents have been our biggest supporters, with money early on and later embracing our life together.

    We know we are lesbians through and through. But we are 'wives' too and we have wifely duties to him and have never held him back from his rights to us. Even if now it's about being there for him, we still all sleep together, two wives and a husband like we have for 45 years.

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    # 70293 - by Glenda / February 27, 2024
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    Lesbian Female / 27

    My Story And How I Am Where I Am I Love Being Female

    I had a close friend, we were really best friends at school although we come from different backgrounds. She was open, adventurous, had little parental supervision and pushed me to do things that embarrassed me and made me feel bad afterwards. She came from another neighborhood, she lived with her mother in an apartment complex. I came from an upper middle class home with both parents and siblings. She loved to spend time at my house, my own room with my own bathroom. She pushed me into sex with her, used mirrors and her camera to show me my pussy. She shaved me and leaned over me feeding me her titties. She was wide open about wanting to be lesbian.

    Then one day she didn't come to school. She didn't answer my texts, she didn't answer her phone. The school let us know that the night before she and her mother had died in a car accident and that there were therapists available for anyone that wanted to talk. I went to them, we talked, but I kept our sexual behavior away from them. Apparently it was a drunken driver, uninsured, in a stolen car. Like that, she was gone, neighbors helped bury them. My parents helped with a buying the plots for them. I cried at night, I shaved myself so that I could always look like she liked me. I withdrew socially. I finished school and went to college and got a job working for a company downtown. Everything was normal, but I wasn't over her. I still hurt inside and missed her.

    At my job I met this woman, I won't call her a girl because she was older and a lot more mature than I was. She slowly got it out of me, she told me that missing a lover is the hardest thing in the world. But that I should try and date a man, I might like it. Having a man and a family would be an ok thing to do. But it was easy to talk about but not easy to do.

    One day she made love to me. It wasn't so spontaneous. She said if I didn't want a man then I wanted a woman and she ate me alive, she finished shaving me, she ate me until I was going off like the fourth of July, she was all woman all over me. I don't think that I had ever spent so much time with a pussy in my mouth, at least I don't remember. I do know that I gave in completely and I responded like I was crazy. She and I became lovers and friends and I spent a lot of time with her. Little did I know that at work she wasn't anonymous, people knew she was lesbian and now they knew that I was lesbian too.

    What was a total secret is that she had a male lover. A man who helped her when she needed it. A man who came over when I wasn't there. A man she didn't tell me about. A man who promoted her with me, kept him that much further in the shadows. He was married and he didn't kneed a scandal. But one day, he showed up without notice. He came over and he took over and he was not interested in talking. He took her and used her and used her again until whatever was eating him was over. He looked at me intimidatingly. He looked at me. After he had left she apologized and she told me about him. Something had gone wrong at work and he took it out on her. Lucky, she said, because he kept asking about me.

    I had never been in a room where a man looked at me like that. Sure I had be sized up but not with those eyes. It scared me. She kept me at length, away from him, but he pressured her until she gave in and gave me to him. She stayed to make sure that whatever he did was ok with her and she kept him from going full crazy on me. But any sex with him was crazy for me. And it didn't end there, he got to where he wanted me and it became common for us to be together with him. The sex was foreplay for when she and I had sex afterwards, but it became necessary. The more he fucked me the more I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to get fucked, I wasn't just about making her happy with me.

    Where we are today is in this three way. He has backed off a little, his relationship with his wife is better, she just had another baby. He helps us out financially when we need it, and he comes over for 'attention' by us girls. But his mind is not with us, he's made up with his wife now. I can feel it.

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    # 70269 - by Lisa / February 25, 2024
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