My Lesbian Journey

I was 62 when my husband of 43 years suddenly keeled over of a massive coronary. A number of factors played in his untimely demise, like his age (72) and the five cigars he smoked every day. Then there was the huge amount of coke in his system and the 20 y.o. under him, evidently trapped by his dead weight until her screams were answered. They said she had been stuck there for at least 45 minutes. LOL, I say.

As the days and weeks passed, I eventually got the whole picture. The first thing I learned was that, contrary to my initial surmise, the apartment they were in wasn't hers. In fact, it wasn't even his either. The person on the five year lease turned out to be me; the bastard had somehow forged my name. Oh, and 'I' had been a tenant there for some 24 years!

Looking deeper, I also found out 'I' had bought a lakeside cabin ten years earlier. I even paid for it in cash, some $69,000, which led me to a bank account I had known nothing about. There was more, but the first of it, when it was all said and done was that my husband had a life I was totally unaware of, and that it went back to just a year after we married. It took me a long time to get over the deceit, but when I was told he had a will that left me everything, I managed.

I had no choice but keep the apartment until the lease was up, maybe subletting it. The cabin was easy, I fell in love with it the instant I saw it. It was very cozy and surrounded by trees except for the swath that afforded me a beautiful view of the lake which was only 100' away, and the beautiful sunsets. I didn't care if he had been fucking his sluts there, though I got rid of the bed and replaced it with a huge oak framed four-poster.

One night, one of my friends, Dell, talked me into going to dinner with her. I hadn't been out for some time, trying to deal with everything. She is a few years older, well-travelled and a very reserved, reasonable woman who butis always the one who I go to when I need advice. Her husband, being a lawyer, handled most of the legalities after my husband's demise.

We met at a restaurant with a bar, which we retired to after sharing a Cobb salad. Finding a booth back in the corner, we ordered drinks and spent the rest of the night getting drunk and talking. Around our third drink, the talk turned to me, which I had been dreading because Dell has no filters. I didn't want to bring down our fun but she's unstoppable. I was steeling myself to rehash everything that I was dealing with, but Dell had a different topic in mind than finance a and a cheating husband.

Dell was deeply concerned about my sex life, which was nonexistent. Even after we married, it was dismal, my husband 'worked' insane hours and was away on 'business' trips constantly. Once a month I was lucky if he climbed on top on me, gave a few pumps, came and then rolled over snored all night. No foreplay, no kissing, just a few humps and a messy c**t was about all I got.

In the early years, I tried to do things for him, like go down on him. I even suggested we try anal sex, though I wasn't really wanting to, but each time he would get angry and tell me I was his wife, not some whore off the street. Frustrated sexually, I purchased myself a vibrator online, but accidentally left the package it came in where he found it.

I had been so excited to try it out, I kicked the wrapping under the bed and forgot about it. He demanded I give it to him, which I did, then watched him smash it. He screamed at me to never bring anything like it into his house again. But it had felt so good I bought another one the next day and kept it hidden up inside the box springs wrapped in a towel.

Dell told me I needed to get out and get laid, that fingers and toys were fun and all but actual sex with another human being would clear my head. I told her I wasn't ready to deal with another man yet, and she looked at me with a sly look, and asked "Who said anything about a man?"

At first, I was confused; how could I get laid without a man? Then it dawned on me what she was implying and let out an audible gasp of shock. I was too stunned to respond, but Dell sat back and said it for me, that, yes, she was suggesting I have sex with another woman. Naturally, I thought she was thinking that her and I go to bed together, but she picked up on it and laughed, telling me I wasn't her type, that she preferred them much younger.

Okay, I know from reading some posts that long posts are frowned on, and are for masturbating too but I promise to finish this with only one more posting.