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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 61
Going On A Lifetime My Lesbian Friend And Me Haven't Waivered
This is a story or confession about unwrapping my inner self and coming to terms with my orientation. I don't like that word actually, but at the time I was against any form of sexual deviancy. I married out of college as did many of my college friends, many of my high school friends married and stayed home to have children. This is how it was then, and not one person ever had talked with me about girls getting it on with girls, although there was talk about some boy who was a sissy.
From the very beginning I put up with my husband. I was frigid, and he had to take me by force to get me pregnant. Just the sight of his dick dried me up in a hurry. I worked part time for this small business, and my kids went to a kindergarten school. We had enough money that paying wasn't a problem and I worked because I was bored at home. I did not do housework. We had a maid who lived with us.
At this work I first met Kelly. Kelly was a year older than me and she was married to Aaron. Aaron was pussy whipped. He did the laundry and mopped the kitchen. Kelly had two children. To me a man like Aaron was more disgusting than my husband forcing sex on me. At least my husband was a man and not a sissy. After meeting Aaron, I was proud that my husband fucked me.
I went bra shopping one day with Kelly. In the dressing room, she was between bras, she raised her hands up over her head and struck a pose and told me, asked me, to kiss her nipples. It was against anything and everything I believed in, but I did. I kissed her nipples. I was never more embarrassed and the guilt overwhelmed me. I told my husband that night. The only question he asked me was if she had nice tits.
Kelly insisted on kissing me on the mouth, and touching me between my legs. One day, we were alone in the filing room, she ran her hand across my backside and told me that was an ass she could get into. She pushed me against a file cabinet and kissed me, this time she put her hand square on my chest and told me she wanted titty. She pulled my blouse out of my pants, and pushed up my blouse and bra and sucked on my nipple. She then kissed me, with her hand on my bare breast. After she kissed me, she grabbed my crotch and told me she wanted pussy.
I was confused. I wasn't embarrassed, I didn't feel guilty. I never looked at her again the same way. Something in me changed, when she kissed me my eyes closed and leaned into her. When she put her hand on my chest, or touched me between the legs I held her hand steady. The day came, it was Saturday when she was at my house and we were teaching our girls how to decorate cupcakes, that she kissed me and fell to the floor and shoved her face up between my legs. She was stone cold, she told me she wanted pussy.
The girls were in my girl's room, and she ate me on my bed with my clothes on. She triggered an orgasm, which was my very first orgasm ever. That night my husband felt something, he fucked me and fucked me, and fucked me again. I kept my mouth shut, I didn't tell him.
Kelly was queer. She was queer in high school and college. She got married to have children. And yes she admitted Aaron was pussy whipped but she didn't think she could be married to a man like my husband. She ate pussy, whenever the circumstances permitted, and she offered me her pussy, which at first I ate hesitantly, but then devoured.
In our town there was no such thing as lesbians. And we stayed married to our respective husbands, she kept Aaron pussy whipped and my husband fucked me. In my house I was dick whipped and did all the laundry. I kissed with Kelly whenever the opportunity presented itself, as our kids grew older we fucked while they were at school. Kelly loved eating pussy, thank God my husband wasn't a pussy eater. He is more what people call a mother fucker. We ate pussy together. We knew we were in love and if times were different, we may have lived together.
We have weathered the storm, her Aaron is still an old pussy whipped man, supported by Kelly. My husband is as much a mother fucker now as he was when I met him. Men don't change. The ones who changed were Kelly and me, we discovered together we were lesbians and queers, at a time when all lesbians stayed in the closet.
From the very beginning I put up with my husband. I was frigid, and he had to take me by force to get me pregnant. Just the sight of his dick dried me up in a hurry. I worked part time for this small business, and my kids went to a kindergarten school. We had enough money that paying wasn't a problem and I worked because I was bored at home. I did not do housework. We had a maid who lived with us.
At this work I first met Kelly. Kelly was a year older than me and she was married to Aaron. Aaron was pussy whipped. He did the laundry and mopped the kitchen. Kelly had two children. To me a man like Aaron was more disgusting than my husband forcing sex on me. At least my husband was a man and not a sissy. After meeting Aaron, I was proud that my husband fucked me.
I went bra shopping one day with Kelly. In the dressing room, she was between bras, she raised her hands up over her head and struck a pose and told me, asked me, to kiss her nipples. It was against anything and everything I believed in, but I did. I kissed her nipples. I was never more embarrassed and the guilt overwhelmed me. I told my husband that night. The only question he asked me was if she had nice tits.
Kelly insisted on kissing me on the mouth, and touching me between my legs. One day, we were alone in the filing room, she ran her hand across my backside and told me that was an ass she could get into. She pushed me against a file cabinet and kissed me, this time she put her hand square on my chest and told me she wanted titty. She pulled my blouse out of my pants, and pushed up my blouse and bra and sucked on my nipple. She then kissed me, with her hand on my bare breast. After she kissed me, she grabbed my crotch and told me she wanted pussy.
I was confused. I wasn't embarrassed, I didn't feel guilty. I never looked at her again the same way. Something in me changed, when she kissed me my eyes closed and leaned into her. When she put her hand on my chest, or touched me between the legs I held her hand steady. The day came, it was Saturday when she was at my house and we were teaching our girls how to decorate cupcakes, that she kissed me and fell to the floor and shoved her face up between my legs. She was stone cold, she told me she wanted pussy.
The girls were in my girl's room, and she ate me on my bed with my clothes on. She triggered an orgasm, which was my very first orgasm ever. That night my husband felt something, he fucked me and fucked me, and fucked me again. I kept my mouth shut, I didn't tell him.
Kelly was queer. She was queer in high school and college. She got married to have children. And yes she admitted Aaron was pussy whipped but she didn't think she could be married to a man like my husband. She ate pussy, whenever the circumstances permitted, and she offered me her pussy, which at first I ate hesitantly, but then devoured.
In our town there was no such thing as lesbians. And we stayed married to our respective husbands, she kept Aaron pussy whipped and my husband fucked me. In my house I was dick whipped and did all the laundry. I kissed with Kelly whenever the opportunity presented itself, as our kids grew older we fucked while they were at school. Kelly loved eating pussy, thank God my husband wasn't a pussy eater. He is more what people call a mother fucker. We ate pussy together. We knew we were in love and if times were different, we may have lived together.
We have weathered the storm, her Aaron is still an old pussy whipped man, supported by Kelly. My husband is as much a mother fucker now as he was when I met him. Men don't change. The ones who changed were Kelly and me, we discovered together we were lesbians and queers, at a time when all lesbians stayed in the closet.
