Lesbian Life Partners We Share Our Life With Her Brother, My Husband

I have been on the edge of sexuality all my life, when I was in grade school, college, thirties, now. I man a lesbian, and I am not straight. I had my first sex with a girl, in the fourth grade. I had my last sex with a woman, my life partner, yesterday. I love sex with women, or girls when I was a girl. In my 57 years I have only had sex with one man, the man I married. I cannot for the life of me understand how I can be so dependent and attached to this man, and at the same time want sex with a woman so bad. I don't think I'm bi, whatever that is.

In college, I was a graduating senior, I had just had sex with my girlfriend. I was naked on the bed, on my stomach, reading a book while she took a shower. Her brother walked in, saw my naked ass and surprised me by jumping on me. He wasn't able to get into my vagina, so he fucked me in the ass. I bled, he tore my asshole. I spent weeks healing. At first I didn't go to a doctor, but after two weeks my girlfriend took me to see a 'woman' doctor, to stitch up my asshole.

I got these pamphlets on anal sex, don't do it. I agree, don't do it. When he came over, turn over and open your legs, he wasn't going away and he was going keep on fucking me, and I got pregnant. I got married before the bump was too big and showed, My maid of honor was my girlfriend, and she and I spent my wedding night together while he got drunk with his friends.

I thought I would hate being pregnant but to my surprise I loved it. I loved every day of it, I loved my girlfriend massaging my boobs and my pussy, When you are pregnant you want your pussy massaged and kissed and made love to. It helps if there is no penetration, but that isn't that bad either. During my pregnancy I got even closer to my girlfriend, who was actually my sister in law. WE slept together, he slept in her room. I don't really know where he went to get sex, and I didn't care. I do now, but not then, for all I cared he could fuck a troll.

The baby is what really cemented my relationship with my girlfriend. Obviously she wasn't going to be getting pregnant by her brother and the idea of letting some other guy fuck her just could not happen (we really wish now that we had been more open to it). As it was I had all the babies. I repeat, I looked forward to being pregnant and it was the most wonderful time. I loved it, and him getting me pregnant was well worth it. I was getting used to him.

I've been married to my husband for 35 years. I have been with my life partner for 37. I don't mind at all being married, including his obvious demeanor. His sister has a harder time putting up with his bs, but I let it role off my back. Who cares? It is a hundred times easier to accommodate.

So here we are, I'm 57, my life partner is 57 and my husband turns 60. Thirty five years together, we have raised four children, I am permanently attendant to him. My life is without question so much better having been able to share these years with him. On the scale of being better with him or without him, with him wins by a mile. My identity of being his wife, and being the mother of his children doesn't bother me. My life partner is his sister, so she was born to it.