Bi-Sexual Female / 54
Back in my college days I got involved with the couple next door. I was a freshman and she was a grad student and he was getting his phd. He liked me, but he had her have sex with me first, then he got on me and had sex with me.
It was stupid, but I got more and more involved to the point that I moved in with them. Really we didn't think what we did was homo but we liked to please him and the way we got hot for him was by having sex together. We had some rules, rules like we would never use anything for penetration, only his penis. Rules like showering together before going to him for sex. Rules like getting naked or semi naked for him so he could enjoy looking at us. We were all about pleasing him and making him feel like we were there for him full time.
Along the way I got pregnant and I had to drop out of school for a year, but I was able to finish with my degree. After graduation I got totally engrossed with the idea of another baby so we all agreed to try again. My second baby caused us to think about her having a baby of her own. We moved for his job and went to Denver where she had her baby.
We were a happy family, we lived like we wanted and although our sex lives had changed because of the children, we still got it on. When he turned 40, we felt like we needed to get serious about life. Savings, paying off the house, saving for the kids' college, all these things started to overwhelm us. What happened is that we the women got closer and closer, and we found ourselves making love, as in really making love, not for him, for us.
Eventually he asked us if we wanted him to move out, and leave us together. We tried living apart but that didn't work. But we the women were falling more and more in love, it is hard to explain, we were using the word 'wife' for each other long before it became popular. We were each other's wife. In every sense, complete and total love.
We are still together, we live together in our house and we got married now that you can. Our man/husband lives apart now, in his house, but we see him every day but we don't sleep with him any more.
I know today that we were always lesbians but we didn't know it. It took a lifetime for us to discover who we were. Loving and caring for a man doesn't take away that you are a lesbian. I can tell you that we both love him very much, he is the center of our lives. It is just that it was no longer about sex, it was about making love, and we found that when it came to making love it was something for the two of us.
Looking back, those hot days in college, when we would have the raunchiest sex for him, we were discovering ourselves.
Also, when we were both mothers, then we really started to focus on our true feelings. The idea of just me being a mother scared me, I wasn't at ease until she had her baby. Then my family was complete.
It was stupid, but I got more and more involved to the point that I moved in with them. Really we didn't think what we did was homo but we liked to please him and the way we got hot for him was by having sex together. We had some rules, rules like we would never use anything for penetration, only his penis. Rules like showering together before going to him for sex. Rules like getting naked or semi naked for him so he could enjoy looking at us. We were all about pleasing him and making him feel like we were there for him full time.
Along the way I got pregnant and I had to drop out of school for a year, but I was able to finish with my degree. After graduation I got totally engrossed with the idea of another baby so we all agreed to try again. My second baby caused us to think about her having a baby of her own. We moved for his job and went to Denver where she had her baby.
We were a happy family, we lived like we wanted and although our sex lives had changed because of the children, we still got it on. When he turned 40, we felt like we needed to get serious about life. Savings, paying off the house, saving for the kids' college, all these things started to overwhelm us. What happened is that we the women got closer and closer, and we found ourselves making love, as in really making love, not for him, for us.
Eventually he asked us if we wanted him to move out, and leave us together. We tried living apart but that didn't work. But we the women were falling more and more in love, it is hard to explain, we were using the word 'wife' for each other long before it became popular. We were each other's wife. In every sense, complete and total love.
We are still together, we live together in our house and we got married now that you can. Our man/husband lives apart now, in his house, but we see him every day but we don't sleep with him any more.
I know today that we were always lesbians but we didn't know it. It took a lifetime for us to discover who we were. Loving and caring for a man doesn't take away that you are a lesbian. I can tell you that we both love him very much, he is the center of our lives. It is just that it was no longer about sex, it was about making love, and we found that when it came to making love it was something for the two of us.
Looking back, those hot days in college, when we would have the raunchiest sex for him, we were discovering ourselves.
Also, when we were both mothers, then we really started to focus on our true feelings. The idea of just me being a mother scared me, I wasn't at ease until she had her baby. Then my family was complete.
