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Lesbian Female / 59
And When It Happened I Found My 'wife' Too
I got involved intimately as a recent graduate from college with an older guy. It was my first time, he was very experienced. A Hispanic daughter of a religious home, I grew up in a home where sex was reserved for marriage and I became anxious, embarrassed, depressed, and dependent. He was the man, he had to be, if not I was damaged and would never find a husband.
To him I was one more lay. After a summer of begging him to save my honor he agreed to marry me. But not without conditions. He wanted me to have children immediately and focus on the home. He also said that he didn't smoke or drink or gamble but he liked girls. At the time I just heard he would marry me.
My parents were not excited with him, he was too old, not from a known family, but when my mother understood my situation with him they agreed. We got married the following Spring in a formal ceremony with a Mass and bridesmaids and a large party at the country club, being the eldest daughter my parents put on a complete show.
On my wedding day he had sex with one of my parent's maids. She would become pregnant, before me. I became pregnant a month later. She was sent to be my maid, and nanny. I had to sit and watch her nurse her baby before I was even able to nurse mine. After my son was born she asked if she could wet nurse him so my breasts wouldn't be ruined.
She came to me one night after she had put the babies to sleep and offered to bathe me. My husband was out of town and she filled the tub, and sat on the edge to wash me. We had done this many times, even when we were both pregnant. This time she took time to massage my breast with oils, to shave and groom my pubics, to wash my hair. After drying me, she gave me a massage, opening my legs massaging me gently. She bent down and she kissed my clitoris with deep passion until I climaxed. As I lay there she told me she took care of me because she loved me.
If I was my husband's wife I should think of her as my wife. I am your wife, she said, I love you, I nourish your son, I only want you to love me too. While my husband was traveling, while he was enjoying other girls, my maid was my wife, giving me love, passionate love. For these many years, my maid and I have grown old together, always at my side. There would be more children, my husband agreed to letting her have another child. Now we have grandchildren.
When it's time for bed she helps me bathe, she is gentle and loving, and she can bring me to climax something my husband never has. I hold her, and whisper in her ear that she is my wife and I love her too. My parents are very old, and the social scandal of my husband is still on their mind. If only they knew that their daughter sleeps with her maid.
To him I was one more lay. After a summer of begging him to save my honor he agreed to marry me. But not without conditions. He wanted me to have children immediately and focus on the home. He also said that he didn't smoke or drink or gamble but he liked girls. At the time I just heard he would marry me.
My parents were not excited with him, he was too old, not from a known family, but when my mother understood my situation with him they agreed. We got married the following Spring in a formal ceremony with a Mass and bridesmaids and a large party at the country club, being the eldest daughter my parents put on a complete show.
On my wedding day he had sex with one of my parent's maids. She would become pregnant, before me. I became pregnant a month later. She was sent to be my maid, and nanny. I had to sit and watch her nurse her baby before I was even able to nurse mine. After my son was born she asked if she could wet nurse him so my breasts wouldn't be ruined.
She came to me one night after she had put the babies to sleep and offered to bathe me. My husband was out of town and she filled the tub, and sat on the edge to wash me. We had done this many times, even when we were both pregnant. This time she took time to massage my breast with oils, to shave and groom my pubics, to wash my hair. After drying me, she gave me a massage, opening my legs massaging me gently. She bent down and she kissed my clitoris with deep passion until I climaxed. As I lay there she told me she took care of me because she loved me.
If I was my husband's wife I should think of her as my wife. I am your wife, she said, I love you, I nourish your son, I only want you to love me too. While my husband was traveling, while he was enjoying other girls, my maid was my wife, giving me love, passionate love. For these many years, my maid and I have grown old together, always at my side. There would be more children, my husband agreed to letting her have another child. Now we have grandchildren.
When it's time for bed she helps me bathe, she is gentle and loving, and she can bring me to climax something my husband never has. I hold her, and whisper in her ear that she is my wife and I love her too. My parents are very old, and the social scandal of my husband is still on their mind. If only they knew that their daughter sleeps with her maid.
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