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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 68
Polyamory, Polygamy, Lesbians, Two Wives And A Husband You Name It
Back in 1974 I went to college as a naive girl looking for something more in my life. I went with my close high school friend because I couldn't think of a college I wanted to go to. We roomed together and like most all girls we got along pretty well and the division of domestic duties were no brainers. Things got more and more intimate and one day we showered together and washed each other's hair. It was the first time I was totally naked with another girl in a situation like that and her hands went all over me, top to bottom, pressing my buttons one by one. She sucked my nipples and she sucked my clit and laid me out on the bed still wet and ate me until I had an orgasm, my first.
She was hungry for me and I was a total wimp about it and she had all she could get, morning, noon and night. There was a lot of pda, just kissing and touching and a lot of love you and love you back. We were in a zone and nothing could pull us back. In my senior year, her's too, I got the urge that would not let me go to get pregnant. Every pregnant girl I saw gave me a bigger and bigger push. I wanted a baby so bad that I asked her over and over to make sure she could find someone to make me pregnant.
When she finally relented she said it was both of us or nothing and we talked a guy we knew who was VET school to impregnate us. He was more than happy to do so. It was as big a turn on for him as it was for us, it was outright mating, not sex. We took every drop of sperm he could spare and put it to good use and we both had babies in August and September of 1978 after we finished college. We did not want to work, all we wanted to do was stay home and be new mommies. Our parents helped and we had to work part time jobs. The urge for another baby came on strong about a year later and our baby daddy, we didn't call him that at the time, we called him our 'husband' and he went right back to work. Two years after my second baby she had her second as well.
He reached for which ever one was closets or the one he wanted that night. Sex was all missionary, on our backs, with him giving it to us as hard as he could get away with it. For us it was not about him satisfying us, it was about him being satisfied with us. We always slept beside him and we had our own sexual life, even with him in bed snoring away. We didn't consider ourselves lesbians, we considered ourselves to be in a polygamous or polyamory relationship. We were his 'wives' and he was our 'husband', don't let anyone say anything about it. Our families went along, just happy enough that we had a veterinary doctor for a husband and not some artist or musician.
Our kids grew up in a household with two mommies, and a daddy. They never let on that it was a problem. We tried not to identify them with a given mommy but you can't help it and they knew from the earliest day who there mommy was. In our thirties and forties we spent the best part of those two decades in a non stop lesbian love free for all. A hunger that never satisfied. We kissed openly, we didn't care if we were at the mall or just at breakfast. We slept together in a sexual embrace and our kids grew up recognizing us as mommies who loved each other very much. We had to accept the label of lesbians because it was thrown at us all the time. So what if we were lesbians? When it came time to having family time we were 'wives' not lesbians and he was our 'husband', that's how we felt and that's the dynamic we lived under.
We are now in our late sixties and we have a very lesbian life. We take classes together, and we are closer than ever before. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and not a day goes by that she doesn't think of me. We were lucky, we know it, that our husband accepted us like this and didn't insist of purely heterosexual behavior. We are going on another cruise in a few months, we are out and about and our husband still has his practice. Our parents have been our biggest supporters, with money early on and later embracing our life together.
We know we are lesbians through and through. But we are 'wives' too and we have wifely duties to him and have never held him back from his rights to us. Even if now it's about being there for him, we still all sleep together, two wives and a husband like we have for 45 years.
She was hungry for me and I was a total wimp about it and she had all she could get, morning, noon and night. There was a lot of pda, just kissing and touching and a lot of love you and love you back. We were in a zone and nothing could pull us back. In my senior year, her's too, I got the urge that would not let me go to get pregnant. Every pregnant girl I saw gave me a bigger and bigger push. I wanted a baby so bad that I asked her over and over to make sure she could find someone to make me pregnant.
When she finally relented she said it was both of us or nothing and we talked a guy we knew who was VET school to impregnate us. He was more than happy to do so. It was as big a turn on for him as it was for us, it was outright mating, not sex. We took every drop of sperm he could spare and put it to good use and we both had babies in August and September of 1978 after we finished college. We did not want to work, all we wanted to do was stay home and be new mommies. Our parents helped and we had to work part time jobs. The urge for another baby came on strong about a year later and our baby daddy, we didn't call him that at the time, we called him our 'husband' and he went right back to work. Two years after my second baby she had her second as well.
He reached for which ever one was closets or the one he wanted that night. Sex was all missionary, on our backs, with him giving it to us as hard as he could get away with it. For us it was not about him satisfying us, it was about him being satisfied with us. We always slept beside him and we had our own sexual life, even with him in bed snoring away. We didn't consider ourselves lesbians, we considered ourselves to be in a polygamous or polyamory relationship. We were his 'wives' and he was our 'husband', don't let anyone say anything about it. Our families went along, just happy enough that we had a veterinary doctor for a husband and not some artist or musician.
Our kids grew up in a household with two mommies, and a daddy. They never let on that it was a problem. We tried not to identify them with a given mommy but you can't help it and they knew from the earliest day who there mommy was. In our thirties and forties we spent the best part of those two decades in a non stop lesbian love free for all. A hunger that never satisfied. We kissed openly, we didn't care if we were at the mall or just at breakfast. We slept together in a sexual embrace and our kids grew up recognizing us as mommies who loved each other very much. We had to accept the label of lesbians because it was thrown at us all the time. So what if we were lesbians? When it came time to having family time we were 'wives' not lesbians and he was our 'husband', that's how we felt and that's the dynamic we lived under.
We are now in our late sixties and we have a very lesbian life. We take classes together, and we are closer than ever before. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and not a day goes by that she doesn't think of me. We were lucky, we know it, that our husband accepted us like this and didn't insist of purely heterosexual behavior. We are going on another cruise in a few months, we are out and about and our husband still has his practice. Our parents have been our biggest supporters, with money early on and later embracing our life together.
We know we are lesbians through and through. But we are 'wives' too and we have wifely duties to him and have never held him back from his rights to us. Even if now it's about being there for him, we still all sleep together, two wives and a husband like we have for 45 years.
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