Lesbian Female / 50
For Forty Years I Had No Idea That I Was Wired As A Lesbian
Today at 50 I am a very awake sexually. I am also with both a man and woman. But at one time I was not. I had managed my way through high school and college and was a complete virgin. I had avoided a pelvic exam, no man had touched me. I was I suppose at that time asexual, uninterested. I was working overtime at a CPA firm, I was in line to make senior. I was totally focused on career, I was going to make partner.
I lived at the time in a very large complex, which was close to downtown and had easy access. I lived in a one bedroom. I ran into a guy I had a class with in my senior year, he had moved in and was working for an Engineering company. He insisted on going to dinner. It was the longest dinner ever. I for a lecture on the differences between men and women, and not just the obvious physical differences. I was 'wired' to be a woman, and by that very fact, I was never going to be a man. He had it in for me from the very beginning and he was against my goals of making partner. I had chosen the wrong path in life, when my path was obvious. The lecture ended my him standing and putting his face in mine and telling me get my panties out of my ass and face the music.
Two days later he showed up at my apartment and wanted to know what was for dinner. He toured my apartment without my permission. He wanted to know why I didn't have a bigger television. He sat down to watch the news and told me to get on with it and get dinner ready. I went back into the bathroom to cry. He knocked on the door of the bathroom, what's your problem, I'm hungry.
After dinner, after I had cleaned up the kitchen, he trapped me on the sofa and his hands were everywhere. Groped is the word. Including his hands in my pants, to make sure I wasn't hiding a dick there. I got a finger up my vagina. Trapped between the sofa and the coffee table I had his dick in me. The minute he got off I turned onto my stomach so he wouldn't see me. I got my butt spanked and order to stand and be inspected. He was as undressed as I was and I was again on my back on my bed with his dick in me. He did not go home that night, and from then on everything was divided equally, I cooked and he sat down to dinner.
He wanted sex all the time, and when I was on my period he was angry. Other women know what to do, give me a blowjob, or bend over and take it that way. I opted for the blowjob. In six months I was married and pregnant. After the baby, I had to quit work because of the overtime. I didn't look for work for a year, and as soon as I found a job I was pregnant again.
I avoided his constant threat, about taking his pleasure up my behind. But I didn't avoid him touching my anus or sticking his finger in me. I gave blowjobs constantly, to get him hard, so he could fuck me. I did all the cooking and he helped a little with the kids at bedtime. He had a wife, so what was the big deal. When I was giving him a blowjob he reminded me I was built different, he had the bat and the balls and I had the hole between my legs. Ten years became fifteen years. My friends and family had no idea, to them he was exemplary as a provider. I didn't have to work, I worked part time because I wanted to. How lucky was I? All those women who had to work, and I was neglecting my home for a part time job.
Forty is a magical number. I turned forty. At my part time I had met this woman, Pat. She was a non practicing attorney, got burned out as a public defender (she had a case which was horrible and the perpetrator got off because of bad paperwork). She was working with me at the League of Women Voters. She liked women and she liked me and she gave me a chest rub and kissed me. I was terrorized, because I was married. I got a hand between my legs and more kisses. Her hand up my shirt, she pushed my bra up, got my tit out and sucked on my nipple. I was on my knees with my head in her crotch. You that pussy, don't you?
I've been in an affair with her for ten years now. My husband chooses to look the other way. After 25 years his libido wanders. I have no idea who he is fucking, but he is fucking someone. Two fifty year old women doesn't sound erotic, but uninhibited it is erotic. Sex like I never had from my husband. I look forward to it, I can shove my face right between her legs and have an orgasm doing it. The only orgasms I got from my husband was when he came home from a long trip and fucked me until he was cross eyed.
I lived at the time in a very large complex, which was close to downtown and had easy access. I lived in a one bedroom. I ran into a guy I had a class with in my senior year, he had moved in and was working for an Engineering company. He insisted on going to dinner. It was the longest dinner ever. I for a lecture on the differences between men and women, and not just the obvious physical differences. I was 'wired' to be a woman, and by that very fact, I was never going to be a man. He had it in for me from the very beginning and he was against my goals of making partner. I had chosen the wrong path in life, when my path was obvious. The lecture ended my him standing and putting his face in mine and telling me get my panties out of my ass and face the music.
Two days later he showed up at my apartment and wanted to know what was for dinner. He toured my apartment without my permission. He wanted to know why I didn't have a bigger television. He sat down to watch the news and told me to get on with it and get dinner ready. I went back into the bathroom to cry. He knocked on the door of the bathroom, what's your problem, I'm hungry.
After dinner, after I had cleaned up the kitchen, he trapped me on the sofa and his hands were everywhere. Groped is the word. Including his hands in my pants, to make sure I wasn't hiding a dick there. I got a finger up my vagina. Trapped between the sofa and the coffee table I had his dick in me. The minute he got off I turned onto my stomach so he wouldn't see me. I got my butt spanked and order to stand and be inspected. He was as undressed as I was and I was again on my back on my bed with his dick in me. He did not go home that night, and from then on everything was divided equally, I cooked and he sat down to dinner.
He wanted sex all the time, and when I was on my period he was angry. Other women know what to do, give me a blowjob, or bend over and take it that way. I opted for the blowjob. In six months I was married and pregnant. After the baby, I had to quit work because of the overtime. I didn't look for work for a year, and as soon as I found a job I was pregnant again.
I avoided his constant threat, about taking his pleasure up my behind. But I didn't avoid him touching my anus or sticking his finger in me. I gave blowjobs constantly, to get him hard, so he could fuck me. I did all the cooking and he helped a little with the kids at bedtime. He had a wife, so what was the big deal. When I was giving him a blowjob he reminded me I was built different, he had the bat and the balls and I had the hole between my legs. Ten years became fifteen years. My friends and family had no idea, to them he was exemplary as a provider. I didn't have to work, I worked part time because I wanted to. How lucky was I? All those women who had to work, and I was neglecting my home for a part time job.
Forty is a magical number. I turned forty. At my part time I had met this woman, Pat. She was a non practicing attorney, got burned out as a public defender (she had a case which was horrible and the perpetrator got off because of bad paperwork). She was working with me at the League of Women Voters. She liked women and she liked me and she gave me a chest rub and kissed me. I was terrorized, because I was married. I got a hand between my legs and more kisses. Her hand up my shirt, she pushed my bra up, got my tit out and sucked on my nipple. I was on my knees with my head in her crotch. You that pussy, don't you?
I've been in an affair with her for ten years now. My husband chooses to look the other way. After 25 years his libido wanders. I have no idea who he is fucking, but he is fucking someone. Two fifty year old women doesn't sound erotic, but uninhibited it is erotic. Sex like I never had from my husband. I look forward to it, I can shove my face right between her legs and have an orgasm doing it. The only orgasms I got from my husband was when he came home from a long trip and fucked me until he was cross eyed.
