Lesbians With A Husband In Our Lives

Just a short note. I am a lesbian and so is my partner. We met in high school and have been together since we ran away at eighteen. My partner was r**ed at nineteen and she had a girl, a man took me at twenty five and I have girl too. The father of my daughter took over and set himself up as the man of the house, and never allowed either one of us to wear pants.

We are totally lesbian, everyone around us knows it. We are the couple. Our daughters know it. That we have a man living with us isn't because we invited him in. He shoved his way in, he took me for a woman, imposed his will on us and gets his sex from me. He works as a mechanic and part time he drives a big rig for a trucking company when they are short of drivers. Three days out of town and I know I'm in for three days of him getting even.

I learned from my mother, give him sex and he will shut up. Cook him dinner and he will shut up. Keep his underpants and socks clean and he will shut up. In our house there is one man of the house. We know it, our daughters know it, our neighbors know it. Did we want a man? No. But we have one and he ain't leaving, he has it too good here.

The best sex my wife and I have is after he rolls off and goes to sleep, and I'm all hot and hungry for her, and she is hot waiting for her turn.