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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 30
A Fulltime Housewife And Mother I'm Just Now Embracing My Lesbian Life
As I note in my profile I am a 30 year old lesbian. I am currently married to a man and I expect I will remain married. I have two children. My husband knows I am a lesbian, but don't think he is fine with that.
I met him in college. My mother remarried to a man of the cloth, a Minister with a large congregation. Anti LGBT etc. to the hilt. It's his crusade to eliminate the scourge that is afflicting society. Women, particularly women, have abandoned their God given role of being mothers and housewives.
So look at me. I escaped his wrath by getting married in college and found myself in the marital bed with a man between my legs. Boy did I miss pussy. I tried playing around, meeting this other girl at her place, but I felt so guilty about it I couldn't have an orgasm. I started setting the table and serving him dinner like the good wife that I am.
My husband was raised in a home with a stay at home mother and housewife, two sisters. He is used to being surrounded by women, who cater to him. Why should he change? Now he has a wife and expects her to cater to him, night and day. He expects sex, wide open legged sex with a smile. He likes to hear 'just fuck me' and things like that. Oh, and in spite of having sisters he still thinks that naked women are weird. He gets embarrassed if he catches me in the shower, 'sorry' is what he says, I didn't mean to walk in. Look at me naked, just look and get it out of your system, I yell to myself. I'm a woman, not some creature from the green lagoon.
Boy, I graduated on a Thursday and Friday I was being fucked to get pregnant. He wanted a boy first and then a girl. He got a girl first and then a boy. Sorry, it's your sperm that decides. If I could only put it into words, he wants so much physical affection, and he wants all day and all night focus on him and the children and running the home. He wants his mother. I know. My mother is like that.
I sat down one day, the children were in bed, and I told him I wanted to talk with him about my lesbian feelings. To listen to me and hear me out. I explained in clear words and expressions that my needs included being very close with a woman. Just like he had friends, I needed a woman friend, who is far more than just a friend. Someone who I can trade sweet longing kisses with, someone with whom I can take a long hot bath with, someone with whom I could rub my face in her tits, someone whom I could lay with my face in her pussy. I was perpetually horny by then, for a woman's touch. He listened, and his one comment was 'you would put your face between a woman's legs?' Yes, dear, I want to eat pussy.
He doesn't understand how I can want that, he really doesn't, it don't compute. My husband has never been an oral sexual partner with me. He fucks. Boy does he fuck. Licking a wet pussy isn't in his ballpark.
I've had to chart my own path, I am close with a woman friend. She is divorced and has a son the same age as my son, that's how we met. She got divorced because she found out she is a lesbian after getting married. We have held hands, touched on the shoulder, laid a head on a breast, cupped a breast and sucked quietly on a nipple, we have let a hand caress the outline of our pussies, a finger find the hole between our legs. We have kissed, in that sort of kiss where times stops and all you want to do is rub your naked tits together. I have and she has, gone down on each other, and licked the sweet nectar that makes us women.
My husband doesn't want to hear about it, so I don't tell him. He doesn't want to understand. I am the stay at home mother, full time housewife, I set the table and change the beds. My mother taught me and I am teaching my daughter. These are life skills. I'm thirty, who would have thought I would be here, in this house, with two children and a husband. I was sure I would end up in a crazy relationship with some sex starved lesbian.
I met him in college. My mother remarried to a man of the cloth, a Minister with a large congregation. Anti LGBT etc. to the hilt. It's his crusade to eliminate the scourge that is afflicting society. Women, particularly women, have abandoned their God given role of being mothers and housewives.
So look at me. I escaped his wrath by getting married in college and found myself in the marital bed with a man between my legs. Boy did I miss pussy. I tried playing around, meeting this other girl at her place, but I felt so guilty about it I couldn't have an orgasm. I started setting the table and serving him dinner like the good wife that I am.
My husband was raised in a home with a stay at home mother and housewife, two sisters. He is used to being surrounded by women, who cater to him. Why should he change? Now he has a wife and expects her to cater to him, night and day. He expects sex, wide open legged sex with a smile. He likes to hear 'just fuck me' and things like that. Oh, and in spite of having sisters he still thinks that naked women are weird. He gets embarrassed if he catches me in the shower, 'sorry' is what he says, I didn't mean to walk in. Look at me naked, just look and get it out of your system, I yell to myself. I'm a woman, not some creature from the green lagoon.
Boy, I graduated on a Thursday and Friday I was being fucked to get pregnant. He wanted a boy first and then a girl. He got a girl first and then a boy. Sorry, it's your sperm that decides. If I could only put it into words, he wants so much physical affection, and he wants all day and all night focus on him and the children and running the home. He wants his mother. I know. My mother is like that.
I sat down one day, the children were in bed, and I told him I wanted to talk with him about my lesbian feelings. To listen to me and hear me out. I explained in clear words and expressions that my needs included being very close with a woman. Just like he had friends, I needed a woman friend, who is far more than just a friend. Someone who I can trade sweet longing kisses with, someone with whom I can take a long hot bath with, someone with whom I could rub my face in her tits, someone whom I could lay with my face in her pussy. I was perpetually horny by then, for a woman's touch. He listened, and his one comment was 'you would put your face between a woman's legs?' Yes, dear, I want to eat pussy.
He doesn't understand how I can want that, he really doesn't, it don't compute. My husband has never been an oral sexual partner with me. He fucks. Boy does he fuck. Licking a wet pussy isn't in his ballpark.
I've had to chart my own path, I am close with a woman friend. She is divorced and has a son the same age as my son, that's how we met. She got divorced because she found out she is a lesbian after getting married. We have held hands, touched on the shoulder, laid a head on a breast, cupped a breast and sucked quietly on a nipple, we have let a hand caress the outline of our pussies, a finger find the hole between our legs. We have kissed, in that sort of kiss where times stops and all you want to do is rub your naked tits together. I have and she has, gone down on each other, and licked the sweet nectar that makes us women.
My husband doesn't want to hear about it, so I don't tell him. He doesn't want to understand. I am the stay at home mother, full time housewife, I set the table and change the beds. My mother taught me and I am teaching my daughter. These are life skills. I'm thirty, who would have thought I would be here, in this house, with two children and a husband. I was sure I would end up in a crazy relationship with some sex starved lesbian.
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