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Obsessions
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Bi-Sexual Female / 58
I Live With My Husband And My Lesbian Partner
The year was 1988, I was 22 and I was traveling with a backpack with another college woman through South America. We arrived in the capital and stayed at a very small hotel. The peace was broken when the police arrived and we were arrested, all our things were searched, they found a book on lesbian love, but fortunately we were not traveling with any illicit substances. We were handcuffed, and taken to the city jail.
Lesbian was a bad word. And we had 'exhibited' lesbian behavior and the hotel had called us in.
A lawyer came to talk to us, we had not actually been booked, we were being detained. He spoke bad English and we spoke little Spanish. I told him I was from Houston and his eyes lit up, he left and after about an hour a man showed up. He was an executive with an expat company, from Houston. He explained the charges against us, and that we were going to be deported.
We were released and taken directly to the airport and put on a plane to Miami. We traveled onto Houston as we no longer had any money, and most of our belongings had been confiscated. It was in Houston that the man called me. We met for lunch. He said he was going to ask me the question once, and if didn't want to answer to say so. Was I a lesbian? A HOMOSEXUAL? I said YES.
Then, without any other comments, he said he had never 'had' a lesbian so he was going to fuck me. You owe me, so spread my legs for him. It was a completely surreal moment. An out of body experience. My body was being used, but I was hovering above looking down on him while he used me. The difference between surreal and real is that it was real semen. And he was very proud of himself too. He knocked up a lesbian. I was given the choice of getting married to him and have the baby, or getting married to him and have the baby. He took me back with him, I returned to have my baby, and six weeks later back to live with him.
I was very fertile and he wanted me to have four or five children, and I went along with it. All my kids were conceived there, although born in Houston. My legs stayed open, he didn't much have to say anything or touch my foot for my legs to spring open. The more sex he had with me the more I wanted more sex from him. I was more than a bit of nympho, I couldn't get enough. I had no desires from anyone other than my husband, but I had sex with him dressed or undressed, with a long warm up, or a quickie. Just as long as he was having sex with me.
With a fourth child in tow, we returned to Houston where he was now VP of Operations. We had a big house, expat salary and benefits meant we had a large down payment. I fit into the other wives of the company. No one ever said anything about why I had been arrested. In 1999, before Y2K, I got together with my fellow traveler and lesbian lover. We spent three days in bed. I told my husband that he had to let me, I had to settle up my sexual imbalance. We had lovemaking, and sex. There was no barrier, no one to tell us otherwise.
I live with my husband, well past menopause. My libido quieted down after my lesbian partner came back into the picture. We live together in a sort of menage a troi, I prefer to sleep together than to be jumping from one bed to the other. My husband's older and he needs a lot of sexual stimulation to perform his duties. Two women are better than one, and it serves to stimulate us too. As long as he is with us I am comfortable love making with my partner, I like sleeping with back against him and his arm around me. Three peas in a pod.
Lesbian was a bad word. And we had 'exhibited' lesbian behavior and the hotel had called us in.
A lawyer came to talk to us, we had not actually been booked, we were being detained. He spoke bad English and we spoke little Spanish. I told him I was from Houston and his eyes lit up, he left and after about an hour a man showed up. He was an executive with an expat company, from Houston. He explained the charges against us, and that we were going to be deported.
We were released and taken directly to the airport and put on a plane to Miami. We traveled onto Houston as we no longer had any money, and most of our belongings had been confiscated. It was in Houston that the man called me. We met for lunch. He said he was going to ask me the question once, and if didn't want to answer to say so. Was I a lesbian? A HOMOSEXUAL? I said YES.
Then, without any other comments, he said he had never 'had' a lesbian so he was going to fuck me. You owe me, so spread my legs for him. It was a completely surreal moment. An out of body experience. My body was being used, but I was hovering above looking down on him while he used me. The difference between surreal and real is that it was real semen. And he was very proud of himself too. He knocked up a lesbian. I was given the choice of getting married to him and have the baby, or getting married to him and have the baby. He took me back with him, I returned to have my baby, and six weeks later back to live with him.
I was very fertile and he wanted me to have four or five children, and I went along with it. All my kids were conceived there, although born in Houston. My legs stayed open, he didn't much have to say anything or touch my foot for my legs to spring open. The more sex he had with me the more I wanted more sex from him. I was more than a bit of nympho, I couldn't get enough. I had no desires from anyone other than my husband, but I had sex with him dressed or undressed, with a long warm up, or a quickie. Just as long as he was having sex with me.
With a fourth child in tow, we returned to Houston where he was now VP of Operations. We had a big house, expat salary and benefits meant we had a large down payment. I fit into the other wives of the company. No one ever said anything about why I had been arrested. In 1999, before Y2K, I got together with my fellow traveler and lesbian lover. We spent three days in bed. I told my husband that he had to let me, I had to settle up my sexual imbalance. We had lovemaking, and sex. There was no barrier, no one to tell us otherwise.
I live with my husband, well past menopause. My libido quieted down after my lesbian partner came back into the picture. We live together in a sort of menage a troi, I prefer to sleep together than to be jumping from one bed to the other. My husband's older and he needs a lot of sexual stimulation to perform his duties. Two women are better than one, and it serves to stimulate us too. As long as he is with us I am comfortable love making with my partner, I like sleeping with back against him and his arm around me. Three peas in a pod.
