Lesbian Female / 28
I Have Come To Realize I'm Really A Lesbian At Heart
We met, the three of us, at work. That was 2015. He dated me, he dated her, he dated us. There was girl boy girl sex, there was pretend housekeeping, we called him our husband and we along and we let him call us his wives. It was fun, being young playing around in a prohibited way.
In 2017 we all moved in together, sleeping together. Once we moved in together he wanted to see close affection between us, she and I. Kisses on the lips, holding hands, sitting together, spooning when we slept. And he liked for us to walk behind him, close enough to hear him, but behind him holding hands.
in 2019 we became pregnant. I had a little boy, she had twin girls. All of a sudden we had a houseful, he preferred it if we stayed home. Then the pandemic, and the lockdown. Our house went from nice to small. Tempers got out of hand, he started working from home. Our only relief was the park. Sex became a 'thing', he took his frustrations out on us. I had to get away and I ran home to my mom.
What broke my heart was my sweet sister wife, my darling baby girls. I cried for them, sleeping alone, not in her arms, I felt abandoned. We talked, she felt the same, begged me to come home to her and the girls. After six months I went home, I apologized to my husband, let him get his sex with me, and tried to settle back in.
He is at work again, our home is back to normal, and I may be jumping way out on a limb. But I really think that I am a lesbian, I'm in love with my sister wife, not him. That's why sex feels so suffocating. I respect him, and to tell the truth I am ready to do my duty and make another baby. We are planning to become mothers again for late spring next year, before the summer heat. I like our arrangement, we don't have to work and we can be together all day. If only, I could just wrap her arms around me and avoid his 'love grip'.
In 2017 we all moved in together, sleeping together. Once we moved in together he wanted to see close affection between us, she and I. Kisses on the lips, holding hands, sitting together, spooning when we slept. And he liked for us to walk behind him, close enough to hear him, but behind him holding hands.
in 2019 we became pregnant. I had a little boy, she had twin girls. All of a sudden we had a houseful, he preferred it if we stayed home. Then the pandemic, and the lockdown. Our house went from nice to small. Tempers got out of hand, he started working from home. Our only relief was the park. Sex became a 'thing', he took his frustrations out on us. I had to get away and I ran home to my mom.
What broke my heart was my sweet sister wife, my darling baby girls. I cried for them, sleeping alone, not in her arms, I felt abandoned. We talked, she felt the same, begged me to come home to her and the girls. After six months I went home, I apologized to my husband, let him get his sex with me, and tried to settle back in.
He is at work again, our home is back to normal, and I may be jumping way out on a limb. But I really think that I am a lesbian, I'm in love with my sister wife, not him. That's why sex feels so suffocating. I respect him, and to tell the truth I am ready to do my duty and make another baby. We are planning to become mothers again for late spring next year, before the summer heat. I like our arrangement, we don't have to work and we can be together all day. If only, I could just wrap her arms around me and avoid his 'love grip'.
