Lesbian Female / 48
The 'realization' Of Finding The Right Girl
I am the older sister, my baby sister is eight years younger. In between are the 'boys'. I went to college near my home to study mathematics. I went to law school and graduated to be the lawyer who helped downtrodden women at the legal aid society. I met a woman who pushed me into joining law enforcement. I was athletic and could run a decent mile and I passed all the physical tests. I became a lawyer in the crime division, white collar crime. I found out that it was a 9 to 1 ratio, men committed the vast majority of white collar crimes. They had access to the money. I developed a nose for it, and I grew the 'balls' to deal with these men.
You may be asking, but what about your love life. Well it was a secret, because you were never 'out' and worked for law enforcement. Well this was the time that I found out that my little sister had been having sexual relationships with our older cousin. He fit the profile, older, male, dominant, protective. He swooped her up to protect her, she went to his arms like a moth to a light. But she was fourteen and he was way older, he's two years older than I am. She also had a secret.
We discovered each other's secret at our parents 30th anniversary. That's also when it came out in the open that my mother got married six months before I was born, a secret in plain sight. I also found out that year that our younger brother had been arrested when he was minor, for possession. Our older brother never finished college. He 'went' but did not 'finish'. This was the opening of Pandora's box. The most 'shocking' was that I gravitated to women, I ate pussy. The other secrets were nothing, that my sister was fourteen when her ten years older cousin started fucking her was nothing, I mean all girls loose their virginities. But, let's face it. I wasn't married.
The man 'presented' to me was in his late thirties, he was a widower. His wife and infant son were killed in an accident. He was typically male, dominant, and a Tarzan and Jane advocate. If you are born with a pussy, you do the dishes. I swallowed hard, told myself I can do it, I got married. Everyone was happy, and then when are you going to have children? Shoved into a corner I could not get out of, I was 'made' pregnant almost immediately. I had my first before the year was out. I was 32 and I finally joined society. My husband accepted a job in Paris and we moved with the baby and my second was born soon after we got there.
Paris is the world of lovers and soon my husband had a nice young French girl, while I was tied down with the house and children (my visa didn't allow me to work). What happened next was that I grew obsessively jealous of my husbands girlfriend. Not that he was cheating, but that she was letting him have sex with her. I hadn't had a crush like that since I was a teenager. I was in love with her and made every opportunity to see her. Let her help me with babysitting, go with me to the market for Sunday dinner, go with me and the children to an outdoor book market. Obsession became open aggression. I kissed her, flat out on the mouth, and told her I loved her. French girls kiss on the mouth all the time.
I ate her, she ate me, I sucked her tits, she sucked my tits, I kissed her, she kissed me. All in fun mind you, making love with her lover's wife, that's a French twist worth talking about. Yes, my dear husband took advantage of it, he fucked her and he fucked me and we played orgy while the little children slept soundly in their beds. A 'menage a trois'. The French have a handy name for it.
And all triangles hang on the love interest. I loved her, he loved her, she loved being in the middle. She was so adept at holding hands with me, and turning to him for a male dominant kiss. She was 'realizing' herself, she was very into girls, especially if they came with a husband.
We returned from France two years and a half later for a promotion. Much older and wiser. Lovemaking for the sake of lovemaking, whether with a boy or a girl, that's what it is all about, 'realizing' yourself. It took me a long time after we got home to find that special someone, that wanted to be in the middle.
You may be asking, but what about your love life. Well it was a secret, because you were never 'out' and worked for law enforcement. Well this was the time that I found out that my little sister had been having sexual relationships with our older cousin. He fit the profile, older, male, dominant, protective. He swooped her up to protect her, she went to his arms like a moth to a light. But she was fourteen and he was way older, he's two years older than I am. She also had a secret.
We discovered each other's secret at our parents 30th anniversary. That's also when it came out in the open that my mother got married six months before I was born, a secret in plain sight. I also found out that year that our younger brother had been arrested when he was minor, for possession. Our older brother never finished college. He 'went' but did not 'finish'. This was the opening of Pandora's box. The most 'shocking' was that I gravitated to women, I ate pussy. The other secrets were nothing, that my sister was fourteen when her ten years older cousin started fucking her was nothing, I mean all girls loose their virginities. But, let's face it. I wasn't married.
The man 'presented' to me was in his late thirties, he was a widower. His wife and infant son were killed in an accident. He was typically male, dominant, and a Tarzan and Jane advocate. If you are born with a pussy, you do the dishes. I swallowed hard, told myself I can do it, I got married. Everyone was happy, and then when are you going to have children? Shoved into a corner I could not get out of, I was 'made' pregnant almost immediately. I had my first before the year was out. I was 32 and I finally joined society. My husband accepted a job in Paris and we moved with the baby and my second was born soon after we got there.
Paris is the world of lovers and soon my husband had a nice young French girl, while I was tied down with the house and children (my visa didn't allow me to work). What happened next was that I grew obsessively jealous of my husbands girlfriend. Not that he was cheating, but that she was letting him have sex with her. I hadn't had a crush like that since I was a teenager. I was in love with her and made every opportunity to see her. Let her help me with babysitting, go with me to the market for Sunday dinner, go with me and the children to an outdoor book market. Obsession became open aggression. I kissed her, flat out on the mouth, and told her I loved her. French girls kiss on the mouth all the time.
I ate her, she ate me, I sucked her tits, she sucked my tits, I kissed her, she kissed me. All in fun mind you, making love with her lover's wife, that's a French twist worth talking about. Yes, my dear husband took advantage of it, he fucked her and he fucked me and we played orgy while the little children slept soundly in their beds. A 'menage a trois'. The French have a handy name for it.
And all triangles hang on the love interest. I loved her, he loved her, she loved being in the middle. She was so adept at holding hands with me, and turning to him for a male dominant kiss. She was 'realizing' herself, she was very into girls, especially if they came with a husband.
We returned from France two years and a half later for a promotion. Much older and wiser. Lovemaking for the sake of lovemaking, whether with a boy or a girl, that's what it is all about, 'realizing' yourself. It took me a long time after we got home to find that special someone, that wanted to be in the middle.
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