Motor Mouth Got Me In Trouble

Sometimes you start talking before you think of where the conversation is going. I said, I have tasted the sweet taste of pussy. Oh, you have? Whose? My mistake was trying to dial it back. Mine, I said, every girl licks her fingers after masturbating. No, that don't count, he says. Sweet pussy can only be tasted full on, with your face deep in her juicy lips. Well, here is where I went too far. I ate a girl in high school, I said. And I ate a girl in college. Both are true.

I confess here, but not in public, that the girl I ate in high school I ate many times, and she ate me. We were 15 and 16. I thought it was playing around. I love her today, but that is not to be. It was puppy love, but you never forget your first love. In college there was more than one, but there was one I fell in love with. With her, it was more than the sweet taste of pussy, with her it was head over heels in love. Heart pounding, hands sweating, mind bending love. With her I knew I was a lesbian.

I am married to a man. When I said he, I mean my husband. We have been married for 17 years and have three daughters. I got married because you marry a man and you have a family. Until this conversation that started when he told me he loved eating sweet pussy. Now he knows his wife does too.