Lesbian Female / 37
I Didn't Learn I Was A Lesbian Until I Was Thirty Five
I got married for pretty much the worst reason ever. My younger sister got engaged and I was embarrassed that I never had a boyfriend, not even close. But her getting married before me was something that I couldn't deal with. I had met a man, a PhD, who worked at the laboratory where I was a staff Biologist. He was older, 28 to my 23, and introverted. I convinced him to marry me, for both our sakes.
Let's start with our wedding night. Fear overtook me. Having to show myself to him was something I couldn't do. I hid in the bathroom and locked the door. I had never allowed a male to see me naked, I was petrified to the point that I couldn't breathe. I slept on the floor of the bathroom, he was sore when I came out and didn't speak to me for a week after that.
Eventually he literally tore my clothes off to see me. He forced me on the bed to hold my legs apart so he could see that I was a woman and not a guy with a dick. My first intercourse was anal, to teach me. I never got used to him grabbing me, especially grabbing my breasts. Being kissed gagged me and I fought him every time he forced me to have sex. I got pregnant after four months of marriage. I was so out of it that I never went on birth control, I couldn't imagine myself pregnant. Nonetheless my sister bragged about having sex, about how her husband fucked her over the railing of the balcony in their honeymoon room. I stayed indoors on my honeymoon, and that's where my husband fucked me in the ass to threaten me to turn over and let him have sex with me.
I got fucked in the ass pretty often. At least that didn't get me pregnant. However I got pregnant again and I have two kids, who are now preteens. I was a stay at home housewife after I got married. My husband is very conservative when it comes to home and children and his wife at church. I dressed modestly, my tits are for him alone, and so is my pussy, not to mention my ass. I am still forced to let him kiss me on the mouth, when he does it lasts a long time, he can become very aroused and want to fuck me.
I turned 35, my kids were 11 and seven. He hired a young PhD recent graduate to work for him the lab. He had a lunch for her to meet the team (it's about ten now) and he invited me to come. I actually like socializing with his team, it's my social outlet. I sat beside her and it began right then when we met. It was instant, she was close to me and our shoulders were together. She touched my hand to see my wedding ring. When we happened to be the ladies' room together she complimented me on my skin and told me that to her I was so beautiful and if I would let her kiss me. Her kiss wasn't anything like my husbands, it was so soft and wonderful that her putting her hand on my breast just made me want her to kiss me some more.
That very next week my husband had to go to a conference in LA. I called her and asked her if she would come spend those three days with me to keep me company. We were in bed and she was eating me before we cleaned up the kitchen. She also licked my ass, giving her my ass like that wasn't anything like having to give to my husband. There wasn't any form of penetration, except for her fingers. We cleaned up the kitchen before we went to sleep that night. We woke up together and we got the kids off to school, after which she took off her top and walked around topless with only her bikini panties on. She ate me again on the couch before we took a shower. For those three days we had sex a dozen times, orgasm after orgasm for both of us. By the time she had to leave before my husband got home I was in love.
My husband tolerates her. As long there is nothing public. Not ever holding hands. He gives up the master to us, but not without getting his pound of flesh first. She says she has gotten used to him but just how I don't understand. She lets him have sex with her, and she lets him have her both vaginally and anal, and then turns her attention to having sex with me. He has sex with me, he likes to have sex with me crucified, holding my wrists extended in an X over my head and claiming that he can fuck me because I'm his wife. She eats me afterwards, she likes his taste in her mouth.
Let's start with our wedding night. Fear overtook me. Having to show myself to him was something I couldn't do. I hid in the bathroom and locked the door. I had never allowed a male to see me naked, I was petrified to the point that I couldn't breathe. I slept on the floor of the bathroom, he was sore when I came out and didn't speak to me for a week after that.
Eventually he literally tore my clothes off to see me. He forced me on the bed to hold my legs apart so he could see that I was a woman and not a guy with a dick. My first intercourse was anal, to teach me. I never got used to him grabbing me, especially grabbing my breasts. Being kissed gagged me and I fought him every time he forced me to have sex. I got pregnant after four months of marriage. I was so out of it that I never went on birth control, I couldn't imagine myself pregnant. Nonetheless my sister bragged about having sex, about how her husband fucked her over the railing of the balcony in their honeymoon room. I stayed indoors on my honeymoon, and that's where my husband fucked me in the ass to threaten me to turn over and let him have sex with me.
I got fucked in the ass pretty often. At least that didn't get me pregnant. However I got pregnant again and I have two kids, who are now preteens. I was a stay at home housewife after I got married. My husband is very conservative when it comes to home and children and his wife at church. I dressed modestly, my tits are for him alone, and so is my pussy, not to mention my ass. I am still forced to let him kiss me on the mouth, when he does it lasts a long time, he can become very aroused and want to fuck me.
I turned 35, my kids were 11 and seven. He hired a young PhD recent graduate to work for him the lab. He had a lunch for her to meet the team (it's about ten now) and he invited me to come. I actually like socializing with his team, it's my social outlet. I sat beside her and it began right then when we met. It was instant, she was close to me and our shoulders were together. She touched my hand to see my wedding ring. When we happened to be the ladies' room together she complimented me on my skin and told me that to her I was so beautiful and if I would let her kiss me. Her kiss wasn't anything like my husbands, it was so soft and wonderful that her putting her hand on my breast just made me want her to kiss me some more.
That very next week my husband had to go to a conference in LA. I called her and asked her if she would come spend those three days with me to keep me company. We were in bed and she was eating me before we cleaned up the kitchen. She also licked my ass, giving her my ass like that wasn't anything like having to give to my husband. There wasn't any form of penetration, except for her fingers. We cleaned up the kitchen before we went to sleep that night. We woke up together and we got the kids off to school, after which she took off her top and walked around topless with only her bikini panties on. She ate me again on the couch before we took a shower. For those three days we had sex a dozen times, orgasm after orgasm for both of us. By the time she had to leave before my husband got home I was in love.
My husband tolerates her. As long there is nothing public. Not ever holding hands. He gives up the master to us, but not without getting his pound of flesh first. She says she has gotten used to him but just how I don't understand. She lets him have sex with her, and she lets him have her both vaginally and anal, and then turns her attention to having sex with me. He has sex with me, he likes to have sex with me crucified, holding my wrists extended in an X over my head and claiming that he can fuck me because I'm his wife. She eats me afterwards, she likes his taste in her mouth.
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