Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?

After 6 Years Of Marriage And 3 Children I Discovered I'm Lesbian

Now older and wiser I know many women who like me were not aware they were lesbians. I got pregnant at 19, got married and had two more by the time I was 25. Pretty standard family of three kids and a working husband. I managed to get my associates, but not my B.A.

Along the way a girl was introduced into our household. She worked for my husband, was young and pretty and he had her under his thumb. With three kids there was little I could say, I didn't work and didn't have any skills. My mother's words won the day, put up with her but don't ruin your marriage.

It happened one cold and rainy night, as they say. He brought her home because he couldn't stand sleeping and not holding her. Our little house wasn't big enough for guest rooms, he stuffed her in bed with us and made love to her for my benefit. It was the first time I ever saw a naked woman like that, naked and aroused, her eyes glazed over and the smells of sex all over her. Every woman knows the smell of hot pussy, what every woman doesn't know is that she can get aroused too.

All it took was once, and while I was deep in her pussy, he was behind me driving himself like a madman. Soon she was in his arms between us and when he fell fast asleep she moved over to my arms to finish the night. Naked breasts, and naked pussy, I couldn't get enough of her and we became primary lovers, he got the leftovers.

She was sleeping in my arms, not his and he wasn't happy. He threatened to leave but that was the one thing that we couldn't afford. We had to make room for him and give him the attention he demanded. You may be sucking his cock and she's riding his face, but all you want to do is suck her pussy instead. We were new to the lesbian thing and we couldn't get enough of it. Even in front of the children. We sent them to school talking about two mommies.

In a moment of weakness, not really thinking about it, we decided that she should have her babies and soon we had five kids and didn't fit in the house. We moved. This time to a new house being built and we asked for two masters, and three rooms for the kids. Our idea, we were fantasizing, that we would each have a master and he would trade time with us. We ended up in one master and he got the other one, man cave included.

I'm 36 now and hotter than ever. I sleep with her in my arms and if he wants to hold her he comes to our bed, we don't go to his. He gets enough between us that he doesn't need to go elsewhere. We've matured and don't make out in front of the children. They know that we are lovers and we have told them we are lesbians. But in front of the children we stick to small kisses and hugs, both between us and their father. The one thing our children know is that their father comes to see us and we are there for him.

For the sake of family and good living we recognize him as the head of household, he goes to work and we keep the home fires burning.

  • Repressed Homosexuality, That's The Opinion Of The Court Psychologist

    I woke up with a morning hard on. I had to pee bad so I peed in the shower. I brushed my teeth and went out to make some coffee. That's when I noticed there was a guy in my bed. My head cleared up, it was the guy I met at the club. Not again.

    This is my story, of homosexual behavior. I'm in my forties, I am married, but separated because of my sex addiction. I have three daughters and they are going to be taken from me. My wife discovered my addiction when she got an STD. Like last night, I don't remember coming home with him, or having sex with him but I'm sure I did.

    I can't control it, not for a very long time. It happened in college, it happened after I got married. Always the same, a drive that takes over me. I have to convince him to go to bed with me. In those situations when I wasn't under the influence I top them, once and then sayonara. This guy is sayonara, I don't want to know his name.

    Because of my wife I had to have a phycological profile presented to the court, when I was still fighting for custody of my daughters. Repressed Homosexuality, and uncontrollable pension for sexual dominance. Basically a predator. That was the summation. A sexual homosexual predator. Even if my 'targets' are not underage. Maybe that's why I get drunk with the help of some other influencers to get courage.

    My daughters were interviewed without their mother, all three of them said they didn't want to stay with me. I gave in, I will pay child support and wish them well. I am not sure I will be well. Better to brush my teeth and shave in the shower. No mirror. In the meantime I hear my guest is up and I'm going to help him get his stuff and shut the door behind him.

    Kissing Cousins

    I have a girl cousin born on the same day as me but 2000 miles away. When we grew up, we saw each other once in a while, when there was a reason for someone to travel, maybe 5 times before college. We became social media friends and shared posts and pictures and kept up with each other. When it was time for college, her grades needed a lot of help, I suggested that she try getting into the junior college in the same city where I was going to go college (Ausitn, I was going to St. Edwards). The idea was for her to get her grades up and she would get into college that way.

    She moved to Austin and we roomed together close to my campus, which has a lot social activity nearby. The apartment was small, old, in a small complex built mid last century, one bath, no pool, and affordable. I got the lead from the college for affordable housing for students.

    I'm a regular sized female, a little on the heavy side and she is a regular sized female a little on the heavy side, We also looked alike and we found that the best way to sleep was snuggle up tight and spoon. We shared being the outside spoon and the inside spoon, although I preferred being the inside spoon, I liked being held by her, Quarters were tight and there was little or no privacy and you just had to let it all hang out, but once you sort of showed off to each other getting dressed or using the bathroom wasn't a problem. Peeing was with the door ajar and pooping the door was closed, otherwise the door was open. For two people that barely knew each other we got along real well and close quarters and intimacy was not a problem.

    One night when the intimacy got a little heavy and we were rolling around trying to get our panties off the bed broke. The frame just broke. It was embarrassing, the bed just couldn't put up with our combined 300 pounds under pressure. The apartment was furnished and we had to let the landlord know that we broke the bed. When he came to check, before replacing the bed, he went through the apartment noting that our clothes were in one closet and one dressed and the nightstands had our personal stuff on them. He made the comment that living together was reserved for married couples.

    While the bed came we went down to the marriage license place and filled out the form, we have different fathers so different last names, we filled it all out like two women who had met on campus, We got married two days later and took the signed marriage license to our landlord, who took away our restriction. We had our wedding night special the day our new bed arrived, this time a queen and not a full sized bed. One that could take the night time activities of two heavy set women. I finished college in 2019, and she got stuck waiting for the COVID issues to be pulled back and she will graduate at the end of this year.

    No one that knows us, except the landlord knows about us being married. It's too late to ask for permission, and we are not going to break up if somebody doesn't see it our way. Our landlord, calls us Liz and Lez and asks curious questions if he sees us. We don't lie, but we don't tell him all the truth, he can watch porn if he wants to know how lesbians make out and make love. After these eight years together we look more and more alike. We dress very much alike and we talk alike. If we comb our hair alike people think we are twins. It's not very often that someone zeroes in on us and points us out as being gay,

  • My Struggle With Being A Lesbian From A Very Different Culture

    I turned 40 this past summer. I have been legally married for 17 years to a man I have never had romantic feelings for. I have two children, 16 and 13. I'm a lesbian and I live with my lesbian partner. We are all South Asians.

    When I was 23 I had finished college and was working in a drone job in a large department of a large insurance broker doing busy work. Unhappy. I had been in only one long relationship starting when I was a teenager with my then math teacher (she was 23 and I was 17 when we got together). She was very much in love with me and now that we were both 'adults' she wanted me to move in with her and be a couple.

    I know that it may sound bad, but for me at that time acknowledging that I was a lesbian was not possible. Yes I had sex with her, and by that I mean complete out and out sex, and yes I was as hungry for sex as she was, and no I did not realize how much in love with her I was. I felt ashamed, and guilty about having sex with her. I did not understand that she was in love with me and I was in love with her.

    I have a younger sister. And that day that my life changed I told my older coworker that she was getting married. It was just conversation. In our house, and our people, it is a bad omen for a younger sister to get married first. Plus I was 23 and didn't have a prospect for marriage. And I felt guilty about that. And for whatever reason I told my coworker about that, trying to explain to him the shame I felt of my younger sister getting married first.

    What happened next happened before I could get control. He called me to his desk, I was sitting in a visiting chair in front of his desk. He stood me between him and his desk and told me he needed a woman for his house and he would fix my problem.

    When my sister was getting ready to walk down the isle, she was a new bride going to her wedding bed and I told her that I belonged to a man, and I was engaged and one day I hoped he would marry me. It was the first time I acknowledged to my sister that I had some form of a sexual life. My lesbian sexual life I didn't mention.

    Getting pregnant before my little sister did was the next thing on my mind. I was well aware of my fertility window and I went to the man and told him that he had to take me and ravish me that night, like my little sister was being ravished by her new husband. If he in fact intended to own me, prove it.

    I got pregnant, pregnant before my sister got pregnant. At least I was going to have the first born in my family. I was intent of getting married and when I showed him I was pregnant, with a doctor's letter, he made arrangements with a lawyer and took me to the court and we got married. I got a wedding band and I was pregnant and I was able to tell my sister and family that I was 'married' and I was pregnant. It was only then that I told my husband about my lover, I confessed it all to him, how she seduced me in high school, that we had been lovers for five years and I told him I loved her, the first time I acknowledged that I loved her. Fine, but I was his wife now and I was pregnant.

    My husband never stood between me and her. She was hurt that I had gotten married like that, that he had made me his woman like that, that I had gotten pregnant like that. But my husband refused to let her being upset get between her and me. He pushed us together and forced us to stay together, at one point holding us both together and forcing us to kiss. For him, it was obvious. I would live with her.

    I had another child three years later and I have lived with my lesbian partner for these 17 years. My husband remains my husband. If and when he grabs me I let him, not so much out of duty, but because he 'owns' me and I've learned to like being owned by him and being ravished. He owns me, in a very different way that my partner owns me, with her we own each other. Today I acknowledge that I am a lesbian and I tell my partner I love her. For my husband I have feelings I don't quite understand, but they are very strong. I undress and get ready for bed with my partner, but if he motions with his finger at me I follow him. She says she understands.

    Wanted To Try

    So it was many years ago and I was maybe 19 and had my first car, an old Beetle and I had my first gf who was very happy to try anything sexual we could think of.
    She was my first taste of eating pussy which I loved and craved and I also learned to rim her and loved it too. So this one night we had been playing with each other and for some reason we never finished and I took her home but we were both unsatisfied that night.
    So on the way home it's only maybe 8 miles to her place and after dropping her I picked up these two young guys who were hitching a ride. It was around midnight and they were probably around 16 but perhaps younger. The boys sat in the back and we chatted friendly for a bit.
    I confess that out of the blue I had been having some curious thoughts about sucking cock since my gf seemed to really love it.
    These two seemed clean and easygoing, not thuggy sorts and I was thinking about what they might taste like. The convo worked around to girls and they seemed kind of giggly and I felt they might be experimenting with each other and not with girls. I felt there was a good chance we could stop on a turn out in the road and maybe play with each other and I would have liked to suck there stiff young dicks and let them give me a taste of there cream. I was pretty hot and really ready to ask, even sort of felt them out a bit and then I confess I got cold feet.
    I was afraid that they might be too young and it was messed up and wrong for me to be fooling with guys at all and certainly young ones.
    I dropped them off soon and continued on my way home and never did anything else like it but still all these years later I do wonder what it might have been like.
    If the chance presented itself today with a 20 something year old I might just want to have that taste.

  • When I Came Out

    An old friend moved back to this town, and I came across him while walking one day. He had told me in the past that he likes to cross dress, but isn't into cocks.
    He doesn't know I suck cock, and I really want to give him a blow job. I have written "I suck cocks" on a business card, and the next time I see him, I'm going to give him the card. Iv'e been good friends with him and his wife for over 30 years. If he doesn't act on the card, I'm going to ask his wife if she would mind if I suck him off. I know she won't freak out, she will just say yes or no.

    QUESTION

    Out of the blue he asked, Will you suck my cock'. Stunned was an understatement I was paralyzed which gave him his chance. Pants down my head was directed to his cock. As I was pushed toward it my mouth naturally opened, it was in and my lips closed around it so I could pleasure him. I seemed to know what to do and my head bobbing on his shaft and using my tong I made him cum, swallowing of course. I sucked every last drop out of him then licked my lips. 'Ah that's better', he exclaimed put his shrinking dick away and carried on as if nothing had happened. I was astonished as he'd turned me gay as if it was a normal thing to do. Nothing more was made of it

    One Night When I Was 17 I Got A Taste The Forbidden Fruit.

    I went to a prospective student summer college camp during the summer before the 12 grade. At the camp I met this girl who convinced me to got with her to a party with some kids she had met. The party was at an apartment complex a couple of blocks away. We snuck out and the party was already going. An older guy got me as I was fresh meat at the party and I ended up with him coming and going in one of the bedrooms. After we had finished this girl came looking for him and found me in bed with him. She was his main girlfriend and she told me so. She got in bed and the three of us spent the rest of the night together.

    I woke up in her arms, her very happy naked breasts against my bare back. And he hands grabbing at mine. She was humping and rubbing herself against me, turning me onto my back and straddling me with her leg, she got herself situated rubbing her wet and naked clit against my hip bone until she came, shuddering and gasping for air. Then we went back to sleep, holding me tight in her arms.

    The next morning I showered with her and she kissed me in the shower. She kissed me standing up, down my neck, my nipples one by one, and getting down she put her face up between my legs which I had to open to let her get her tongue in. We got out of the shower, still sopping wet without drying off and went to the bed where she ate me properly and pushed me into an orgasm, my first live sex orgasm. She let me rest for a minute before straddling my face and setting her pussy in my mouth for me to eat her.

    I went home from my weeklong college camp, having lost my virginity to both a guy and a girl. Laying in my bed alone at night whenever I flicked myself off, it was always about her, the feel of her breasts against me, and he pussy in my mouth. I went onto college the following year, all experienced and everything and settled down with a girl I met there. It's not that I forever preferred a girl, from time to time I got needy for a man to do me, but when it comes to who I sleep with it has always been a girl.

    It's So Hard To Accept, To Understand, Why Are We Made Like This

    Spending a little bit of time here I see that experiences are common place, even the ones that you think apply only to you. Me, I had to admit to myself that I was a gay woman, a lesbian, and that no matter how hard I tried I wasn't going to ever overcome this. And that I was, and am, in love with this other woman. Because we are still young, in our twenties, we don't call ourselves women, we just say girls.

    She is what every boy dreams of, except she is a girl who like me is stuck in this world where you like other girls. Please understand, we never grew up thinking that one day we would be looking at another naked girl and saying "OH WOW". We grew up like all girls, thinking we would grow up and get married and have kids and go to Disney Land. But we grew and grew and grew and no boy ever were of interest to us, and we found that we kept wanting to be best friends with this or that girl, but she wanted to be the girlfriend of a boy. At least that was my experience.

    I even faked a crush on this boy to be around his sister.

    I remember the day I felt something for this girl. We were both in gym class, we both played soccer, we were both hot, we were fit, and one day we both had to change and she took her top off and just stood in front of me and asked me if I liked that. I was embarrassed really, I felt like I needed to go down the drain. "Look at me, you are always staring at me, is this what you want?" So may times before I had seen other girl's tits, but that day I saw something else, or felt something else. She slowly pulled her gym shorts down and her panties and stood totally naked in front of me and stood there and said "enjoy".

    She had figured me out, she hadn't quite gotten the place where she figured herself out. Because that day she enjoyed showing me as much as I enjoyed looking at her. My pussy twitched, and I think hers did too. It wasn't that long before she stood like that naked in front of me, telling me to do it, and I leaned forward and kissed her bush (we weren't shaved then). If I told you that it took us three years to get to the point where we actually ate each other you wouldn't believe me, but it did. We did not want to be gay.

    We didn't 'make love' for three more years, get in bed, and just make out, and let ourselves get hot and make love. You know, like two persons in love. Not that it took that long before we hugged and said I LOVE YOU, we said that a lot. We just didn't know what to do. I cried at night, and she did too.

    We are 25, and yes we sleep together and we make love, and sometimes we just have sex. We live together like two sisters, an outsider would not say we are a couple. We haven't given up on the dream of meeting Mr. Right and getting married. But deep down inside we know that Mr. Right isn't coming. We know we are lesbians. And sometimes when we make love, we end up crying together. Why are we like this? We don't know, all we know is that we are like this together and we are not alone.

  • RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

    Last night a guy took me back to his hotel room. He knew I was a shemale but what he didn't know was I'd never been with a guy before. To cut a long story short he had me laid out wanking my clit his man meat out near my face. 'SUCK ME GURL', he demanded. I just couldn't, I was scared. He was edging me deliberately, I was almost there then not, then there, then not, well you get the picture. Every time his cock seemed more appealing. Edge and denial my little clit was controlling me, that dick looked mighty tasty by then. I lost all inhibition and opened my mouth and sucked on him, this took me over the edge squirting by another's hand. In a compliant state he faced fucked me and as he emptied, he pushed down my throat making me gag then swallow.