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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 57
Married Off At 17 To A Gay Man, I Learned That I Was A Lesbian
Fitting in as a the woman of the house was a big challenge. I went to live with him totally inexperienced, sexually or otherwise. I couldn't cook hot water, I didn't make the bed, I had never cleaned a bathroom. Marriage was a totally new experience.
In my house, we lived in a developing country, we had maids for everything. And yes even when we were little we had a maid to wipe our butts. Now, alone in an apartment in a college town in Iowa, I was faced with the part of being married. My husband, who was there for his PhD in Animal Science, was 30. I was 17. I was married to him to take care of him while he was away from home.
Well, this is what happened. First there was no sex. Nothing, nada. I didn't have to worry, he told me, when I was old enough for it he would let me know. I slept in one of the two rooms and he put me in a school to learn English. He asked a lady who worked for the Animal Science department to teach me how to use American appliances. She was twenty four.
My first lesson was the washing machine. Sorting clothes on the floor before taking them down to the washing machines in the basement. Sorting out my 'dirty' things. Those she put a pot of hot water on the stove and boiled them in soap. Next was how to make a bed properly, then how to clean the bathroom. All the time checking on the clothes in the basement and to see if the stains had come out of my 'dirty' things.
I was shown how to use a vacuum cleaner, how to cleanout the refrigerator. How to set a table, all in all, how to be a woman. She had me undress for her and taught me how to shave myself so that my pubes didn't poke out from my underwear. First she had me stand on a towel, and with a pair of scissors trim down the wild jungle, until it was short and tame, then to lather myself and shave me down to the edge of my lips. She told me that when a man wants to 'eat' you he doesn't want hair in his nostrils. What?
She taught me how to wipe myself correctly, because she noticed that in my 'dirty' things I had 'skid marks'. A girl has to keep herself clean for a husband.
She was a 'buxom' woman, with large breasts. Not something that in my country a lot of women had. I wasn't one of them, I was small compared to her. She showed me how to fit my bra. Then while I was standing topless in my panties, after she had trimmed back the jungle and shaved my bikini, she kissed me on the lips and told me she was going to take care of me.
For the two years I was there she took good care of me. She helped me do my housework, and helped me learn how to be a woman. I learned how to let her 'eat' me, and how to 'eat' her. I loved being held with my face in her bosoms and having her twist my nipples. I was very sexually active with her. My husband had his friends and his PhD program. He never approached me.
When he finished his program and we returned to our country, I was a little older and wiser. I knew how to ask the maid to wash my panties by boiling them on the stove and I had learned to wipe myself with soap and water. I trimmed down my jungle and shave myself carefully. I knew how to have the table set and what to have cooked for his dinner. But he never came to me, and I started having sex with a lady painter. She was older, and very much more aggressive. She bit me, both my nipples and my clit, and she liked poking me up with these dildos. 'Getting me ready' for my husband.
I was married for five years before my husband came to me, it was his duty to get me pregnant. I was still only 23 but I had no desire for him. I submitted to being made pregnant, my lady friend managed his approaches. Only when I was fertile, and she kept track of my fertility with a thermometer. He had done his duty, and I was doing mine.
One day my lady friend asked me what I thought my husband was doing? About his sexual pleasure. She showed me a photograph that she had a man take for her, my husband with a young man, younger than I was, at an all boy party. Your husband is a homosexual, she told me. And with that she made love to me, and after the lovemaking, she spent time rubbing my tummy down with oils and ointments to prevent stretch marks.
I live in California, I moved here twenty seven years ago with lady friend and my three daughters.
In my house, we lived in a developing country, we had maids for everything. And yes even when we were little we had a maid to wipe our butts. Now, alone in an apartment in a college town in Iowa, I was faced with the part of being married. My husband, who was there for his PhD in Animal Science, was 30. I was 17. I was married to him to take care of him while he was away from home.
Well, this is what happened. First there was no sex. Nothing, nada. I didn't have to worry, he told me, when I was old enough for it he would let me know. I slept in one of the two rooms and he put me in a school to learn English. He asked a lady who worked for the Animal Science department to teach me how to use American appliances. She was twenty four.
My first lesson was the washing machine. Sorting clothes on the floor before taking them down to the washing machines in the basement. Sorting out my 'dirty' things. Those she put a pot of hot water on the stove and boiled them in soap. Next was how to make a bed properly, then how to clean the bathroom. All the time checking on the clothes in the basement and to see if the stains had come out of my 'dirty' things.
I was shown how to use a vacuum cleaner, how to cleanout the refrigerator. How to set a table, all in all, how to be a woman. She had me undress for her and taught me how to shave myself so that my pubes didn't poke out from my underwear. First she had me stand on a towel, and with a pair of scissors trim down the wild jungle, until it was short and tame, then to lather myself and shave me down to the edge of my lips. She told me that when a man wants to 'eat' you he doesn't want hair in his nostrils. What?
She taught me how to wipe myself correctly, because she noticed that in my 'dirty' things I had 'skid marks'. A girl has to keep herself clean for a husband.
She was a 'buxom' woman, with large breasts. Not something that in my country a lot of women had. I wasn't one of them, I was small compared to her. She showed me how to fit my bra. Then while I was standing topless in my panties, after she had trimmed back the jungle and shaved my bikini, she kissed me on the lips and told me she was going to take care of me.
For the two years I was there she took good care of me. She helped me do my housework, and helped me learn how to be a woman. I learned how to let her 'eat' me, and how to 'eat' her. I loved being held with my face in her bosoms and having her twist my nipples. I was very sexually active with her. My husband had his friends and his PhD program. He never approached me.
When he finished his program and we returned to our country, I was a little older and wiser. I knew how to ask the maid to wash my panties by boiling them on the stove and I had learned to wipe myself with soap and water. I trimmed down my jungle and shave myself carefully. I knew how to have the table set and what to have cooked for his dinner. But he never came to me, and I started having sex with a lady painter. She was older, and very much more aggressive. She bit me, both my nipples and my clit, and she liked poking me up with these dildos. 'Getting me ready' for my husband.
I was married for five years before my husband came to me, it was his duty to get me pregnant. I was still only 23 but I had no desire for him. I submitted to being made pregnant, my lady friend managed his approaches. Only when I was fertile, and she kept track of my fertility with a thermometer. He had done his duty, and I was doing mine.
One day my lady friend asked me what I thought my husband was doing? About his sexual pleasure. She showed me a photograph that she had a man take for her, my husband with a young man, younger than I was, at an all boy party. Your husband is a homosexual, she told me. And with that she made love to me, and after the lovemaking, she spent time rubbing my tummy down with oils and ointments to prevent stretch marks.
I live in California, I moved here twenty seven years ago with lady friend and my three daughters.
