Bi-Sexual Female / 36
A Nice Mormon Girl Being Sinful Behind Her Husband's Back
I am Mormon by birth and family. We grew up in Toronto and were part of the Mormon community. My grandmother was diagnosed with cancer and her wish was to see that both me and my sister were safely married. My sister met a bit older Mormon guy who was in the same community and they got married. I was in college and there wasn't much to choose from. My friends group was primarily female, not many Mormons, but my friends were family first types. My grandmother's wish hung over me.
I was introduced to this guy, a regular Christian, and he was attracted to me because of my Mormon upbringing, lots of children. He was raised on a farm and had six siblings. He wanted to go to law school after college so he checked many boxes, male, wholesome, wants children, looking for a traditional wife. But he was not Mormon.
My family swallowed hard when I told them I was getting married. We got married two weeks before my grandmother passed. She left both me and my sister some money to buy a house to live in. Children came first and we both got down to doing what we were raised for. Put out them babies, and kept ourselves pregnant.
After ten years of marriage we went out west to Vancouver to meet some of his family. He had a cousin living there, thirty and single. She was an 'artist' and worked at a hotel at the front desk. She was pretty but her ring finger was empty. We talked and she was curious as to why at my age I already had four children. She told me, in secret, that she was a lesbian. So husband and children weren't in the cards for her. She was very open about her lifestyle, and the very first woman I met who actually told me she was lesbian.
She told me she got started in grade school with a deep crush on a Stephanie. She later got urges going through puberty, for other girls in her gym class, when they showered she couldn't keep her eyes off them. During one game a girl sitting beside her got angry because she was so close to her. They argued but continued to sit side by side and the girl put her hand on her hand and didn't move it. After the game that girl put her hand on her throat and kissed her, and that was the beginning of her first out and out lesbian sexual relationship.
While she told me I got 'hot' down there and she looked into my eyes and asked me if I 'liked' girls. She pressed and pressed and I kept saying no, not really, she leaned forward and kissed me. With one hand on my breast she told me, I think you like girls.
I was uncomfortable and scared and my head was all turned around. All I could think about were her stories and that she had kissed me. I held my hand on my breast, the one that she had held while she kissed me. I got hot down there just thinking about her. After I returned to my home, and my husband and children, she and I kept up a long distance text relationship. She sent me pictures of her down there, and her 'copious' breasts for me to imagine. She said things like she was dreaming of eating me. It went on and on behind my husband's back and my children.
I'll say here that that type of behavior is not Mormon, you have to cleave to your husband. She flew to Toronto. She stayed with us. She sent me a text at night with a picture in the mirror of her laying naked on the bed upstairs and she was dreaming of making love with me. She 'wanted' me, and was intent on 'having' me. When my husband left for work she stood in the kitchen, still in her pajama shorts and opened top with no bra on. She kissed me, this time with her hand in my crotch and we ended up on the couch in the living room. Kissing and grabbing until she went down on me. We got into the shower together and ended up wet on our bed making lesbian love and she had my face between her legs 'tasting' pussy.
It's not over. She moved to Toronto to be close to me. Because she is family she and I can go anywhere. And do anything, because she works 3-11. We have all morning after my husband goes to the office and my kids are in school to get naked. I want her, thinking of her makes me hot down there. I wasn't taught any of this growing up Mormon.
I was introduced to this guy, a regular Christian, and he was attracted to me because of my Mormon upbringing, lots of children. He was raised on a farm and had six siblings. He wanted to go to law school after college so he checked many boxes, male, wholesome, wants children, looking for a traditional wife. But he was not Mormon.
My family swallowed hard when I told them I was getting married. We got married two weeks before my grandmother passed. She left both me and my sister some money to buy a house to live in. Children came first and we both got down to doing what we were raised for. Put out them babies, and kept ourselves pregnant.
After ten years of marriage we went out west to Vancouver to meet some of his family. He had a cousin living there, thirty and single. She was an 'artist' and worked at a hotel at the front desk. She was pretty but her ring finger was empty. We talked and she was curious as to why at my age I already had four children. She told me, in secret, that she was a lesbian. So husband and children weren't in the cards for her. She was very open about her lifestyle, and the very first woman I met who actually told me she was lesbian.
She told me she got started in grade school with a deep crush on a Stephanie. She later got urges going through puberty, for other girls in her gym class, when they showered she couldn't keep her eyes off them. During one game a girl sitting beside her got angry because she was so close to her. They argued but continued to sit side by side and the girl put her hand on her hand and didn't move it. After the game that girl put her hand on her throat and kissed her, and that was the beginning of her first out and out lesbian sexual relationship.
While she told me I got 'hot' down there and she looked into my eyes and asked me if I 'liked' girls. She pressed and pressed and I kept saying no, not really, she leaned forward and kissed me. With one hand on my breast she told me, I think you like girls.
I was uncomfortable and scared and my head was all turned around. All I could think about were her stories and that she had kissed me. I held my hand on my breast, the one that she had held while she kissed me. I got hot down there just thinking about her. After I returned to my home, and my husband and children, she and I kept up a long distance text relationship. She sent me pictures of her down there, and her 'copious' breasts for me to imagine. She said things like she was dreaming of eating me. It went on and on behind my husband's back and my children.
I'll say here that that type of behavior is not Mormon, you have to cleave to your husband. She flew to Toronto. She stayed with us. She sent me a text at night with a picture in the mirror of her laying naked on the bed upstairs and she was dreaming of making love with me. She 'wanted' me, and was intent on 'having' me. When my husband left for work she stood in the kitchen, still in her pajama shorts and opened top with no bra on. She kissed me, this time with her hand in my crotch and we ended up on the couch in the living room. Kissing and grabbing until she went down on me. We got into the shower together and ended up wet on our bed making lesbian love and she had my face between her legs 'tasting' pussy.
It's not over. She moved to Toronto to be close to me. Because she is family she and I can go anywhere. And do anything, because she works 3-11. We have all morning after my husband goes to the office and my kids are in school to get naked. I want her, thinking of her makes me hot down there. I wasn't taught any of this growing up Mormon.
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