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Gay Stories
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Lesbian Female / 45
I am a 45 yo closet lesbian. I am married to a man and have three children of my own and two step children. I live in a very anti-gay society, especially for lesbians. Today there is some more acceptance of gay men, if you don't know them, but of lesbians there is no acceptance.
I first participated in a lesbian relationship in high school with a teacher. I had a very hard crush on her and we were very active. She showed me most everything I know about lesbian love making. I went to college to an all girls school on the east coast of the united states. I met and became emotionally involved with a fellow classmate, she is an American. I invited her to come with me and spend part of the summer in my country. No one suspected that we were lesbians so I shared my room with me. I had a large bed and no one thought any different about us sharing a bed. Until one morning my mother came into the room and found us embraced and kissing.
My friend was sent home that day. I was engaged that next week to my current husband. He was a widower at the time with two small children. My engagement was short and we had a small wedding. In delivering me to my husband my father washed his hands of me. He is dead now and never forgave me for being a lesbian.
My husband took me to live at his house and for the next three years I delivered a child, one each year. After that I was to be a housewife and a mother to my children and my step children. We had separate bedrooms, and he had a lover who he kept on our farm. As custom dictated I never went to the farm, and his lover never came to town.
From time to time my husband would come see me and I would have him in bed, but as I had my tubes tied after my third child I was safe from any further pregnancies. I can't say that intercourse bothered me, it really didn't. If he wanted to have intercourse, I was ok with that. What did bother me was when he wanted to kiss my mouth. For some reason having my mouth kissed and worse still having his tongue in my mouth, that really bothered me, but with his penis he could do whatever he wanted and I responded to him in any position he wanted to try. It is just that I was never romantic to him, something his lover always was. So over time we just settled down to being married and having a house and raising the children, we became more like a much older brother and a young sister than man and wife.
When my oldest natural daughter was 15 I volunteered for a program with her at her school and there I met a young teacher from Puerto Rico. She was just like me, except 10 years younger. I recognized immediately that she was a lesbian, she did not display any interest in men what so ever. I befriended her and one afternoon when she was at my house for dinner, I took her up to my room and kissed her and told her I knew she was a lesbian and so was I and that I liked her from the day I first met her. She was very hesitant, but I was not and I took advantage of being alone with her and all my frustrations and desires came out and we were very reckless making love.
Once the ice was broken, we have our meetings and our love encounters. We are very careful as we could not let anyone know about our affair. Our life is in a closet, although my husband knows about our being lesbians. He likes her and has become very attached to her.
Fortunately for me my husband accepted me from the day he agreed to marry me, I was raised to be a good wife and manage a home and raise children, all of which were important to him. And that in my mid life I have found a sweet and beautiful woman who makes my life happy. Maybe one day my country may accept gay and lesbians, but as of today that is not the case. For our families and our children in particular we remain in the closet. It is not a bad life for us, but I can see where I am fortunate in having the resources to live well and maintain my lifestyle without exposing us to the criticism of society.
I first participated in a lesbian relationship in high school with a teacher. I had a very hard crush on her and we were very active. She showed me most everything I know about lesbian love making. I went to college to an all girls school on the east coast of the united states. I met and became emotionally involved with a fellow classmate, she is an American. I invited her to come with me and spend part of the summer in my country. No one suspected that we were lesbians so I shared my room with me. I had a large bed and no one thought any different about us sharing a bed. Until one morning my mother came into the room and found us embraced and kissing.
My friend was sent home that day. I was engaged that next week to my current husband. He was a widower at the time with two small children. My engagement was short and we had a small wedding. In delivering me to my husband my father washed his hands of me. He is dead now and never forgave me for being a lesbian.
My husband took me to live at his house and for the next three years I delivered a child, one each year. After that I was to be a housewife and a mother to my children and my step children. We had separate bedrooms, and he had a lover who he kept on our farm. As custom dictated I never went to the farm, and his lover never came to town.
From time to time my husband would come see me and I would have him in bed, but as I had my tubes tied after my third child I was safe from any further pregnancies. I can't say that intercourse bothered me, it really didn't. If he wanted to have intercourse, I was ok with that. What did bother me was when he wanted to kiss my mouth. For some reason having my mouth kissed and worse still having his tongue in my mouth, that really bothered me, but with his penis he could do whatever he wanted and I responded to him in any position he wanted to try. It is just that I was never romantic to him, something his lover always was. So over time we just settled down to being married and having a house and raising the children, we became more like a much older brother and a young sister than man and wife.
When my oldest natural daughter was 15 I volunteered for a program with her at her school and there I met a young teacher from Puerto Rico. She was just like me, except 10 years younger. I recognized immediately that she was a lesbian, she did not display any interest in men what so ever. I befriended her and one afternoon when she was at my house for dinner, I took her up to my room and kissed her and told her I knew she was a lesbian and so was I and that I liked her from the day I first met her. She was very hesitant, but I was not and I took advantage of being alone with her and all my frustrations and desires came out and we were very reckless making love.
Once the ice was broken, we have our meetings and our love encounters. We are very careful as we could not let anyone know about our affair. Our life is in a closet, although my husband knows about our being lesbians. He likes her and has become very attached to her.
Fortunately for me my husband accepted me from the day he agreed to marry me, I was raised to be a good wife and manage a home and raise children, all of which were important to him. And that in my mid life I have found a sweet and beautiful woman who makes my life happy. Maybe one day my country may accept gay and lesbians, but as of today that is not the case. For our families and our children in particular we remain in the closet. It is not a bad life for us, but I can see where I am fortunate in having the resources to live well and maintain my lifestyle without exposing us to the criticism of society.
