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My Spouse
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Lesbian Female / 34
I'm A Low Intensity Lesbian But I Am A Lesbian, With Kids And A Family
We were all single living in the city, and a party was on for a birthday. A guy who was sitting pulled me down onto his lap to 'see if anything rose to the occasion'. I got mad, at being grabbed and forced to sit on his lap, but my friends thought of me as being the crazy one. It was funny, get over it.
He rose to the occasion while he had me trapped in the bathroom. When I walked out my face showed it and a girlfriend asked me if I had just been fucked? Then, 'first time'. "Poor baby, does your pussy hurt, here let me rub it for you', and she put her hand between my legs to rub my pussy. She kissed me for good measure and to let me know that with her there would be no nasty dick coming after me. To come with her, she wanted to be close with me.
She took me to her apartment, and she was quick to get out of her clothes and strip me. She examined my pussy and told me that I had nothing to worry about, and went down on me, spitting out his semen. I woke up in bed with her, and that morning in the bathroom she shaved my pussy, because girls like nice smooth pussy lips when it comes time to kissing and loving. She was shaved, so I got to kiss a shaved pussy.
To he honest, by the time we were showering for the second time I had almost forgotten that I had been fucked the night before. 'Forget it, every girl gets fucked at least once'. I moved in with her the following weekend, but I missed my period. 'So what, we'll take care of it'. But she wasn't the one pregnant. I was. And I couldn't do it. My head said do it, but my heart and soul said never. That's why at 22 I had a baby. And he lay claim to the baby, and along with the baby he laid claim to me too.
I had a little baby boy, I was confused and scared. He told me, 'not his woman, no money'. He took me to my first well baby visit with the doctor, and drove me downtown to the courthouse and with baby in my arms, the judge married us in a hurry. It all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to process it. One day I'm in a lesbian relationship and the next I'm married to the baby daddy.
I spent the following ten years at home, having and raising two more babies. I got in trouble with a woman who worked at the preschool. A girl from Connecticut who had just come to town looking for a better future. She was amorous, affectionate loved kissing, and she was surprised I wore a jungle. I told her my husband didn't mind, and she told me I hadn't been eaten. True. She shaved me, as if my husband wouldn't know. This was twice he came upon me with a shaved pussy, both times with other women.
We had a long talk, or he talked and I listened. We went to this Sexologist, who explained that many women loved having an intimate girlfriend. It didn't mean I was cheating on him, because no other dick was crossing his threshold. He was the one being unreasonable, what did he expect, leaving me at home day after day? She got him to give me permission to have a special girlfriend. In the car I told him, 'he was well aware of my lesbian leanings when he married me'.
It is not something that goes away. A man who has a lesbian wife needs to know that. We aren't asking to leave, we have a home and children, and quite frankly a man doesn't bother us. We can have sex all day long, and it doesn't bother us. We are built for having a man around in our lives. But there are times when we want another kind of love. The love of another woman. We aren't cheating on him, it is a best friend thing. And if there is some kissing and touching, don't interfere with it. A woman's touch is special, the way she kisses you. And if a woman's thing is shaving you bare, I'm sure a man can put up with it. I think I was blessed with a pretty pussy. And I know he likes pussy.
He rose to the occasion while he had me trapped in the bathroom. When I walked out my face showed it and a girlfriend asked me if I had just been fucked? Then, 'first time'. "Poor baby, does your pussy hurt, here let me rub it for you', and she put her hand between my legs to rub my pussy. She kissed me for good measure and to let me know that with her there would be no nasty dick coming after me. To come with her, she wanted to be close with me.
She took me to her apartment, and she was quick to get out of her clothes and strip me. She examined my pussy and told me that I had nothing to worry about, and went down on me, spitting out his semen. I woke up in bed with her, and that morning in the bathroom she shaved my pussy, because girls like nice smooth pussy lips when it comes time to kissing and loving. She was shaved, so I got to kiss a shaved pussy.
To he honest, by the time we were showering for the second time I had almost forgotten that I had been fucked the night before. 'Forget it, every girl gets fucked at least once'. I moved in with her the following weekend, but I missed my period. 'So what, we'll take care of it'. But she wasn't the one pregnant. I was. And I couldn't do it. My head said do it, but my heart and soul said never. That's why at 22 I had a baby. And he lay claim to the baby, and along with the baby he laid claim to me too.
I had a little baby boy, I was confused and scared. He told me, 'not his woman, no money'. He took me to my first well baby visit with the doctor, and drove me downtown to the courthouse and with baby in my arms, the judge married us in a hurry. It all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to process it. One day I'm in a lesbian relationship and the next I'm married to the baby daddy.
I spent the following ten years at home, having and raising two more babies. I got in trouble with a woman who worked at the preschool. A girl from Connecticut who had just come to town looking for a better future. She was amorous, affectionate loved kissing, and she was surprised I wore a jungle. I told her my husband didn't mind, and she told me I hadn't been eaten. True. She shaved me, as if my husband wouldn't know. This was twice he came upon me with a shaved pussy, both times with other women.
We had a long talk, or he talked and I listened. We went to this Sexologist, who explained that many women loved having an intimate girlfriend. It didn't mean I was cheating on him, because no other dick was crossing his threshold. He was the one being unreasonable, what did he expect, leaving me at home day after day? She got him to give me permission to have a special girlfriend. In the car I told him, 'he was well aware of my lesbian leanings when he married me'.
It is not something that goes away. A man who has a lesbian wife needs to know that. We aren't asking to leave, we have a home and children, and quite frankly a man doesn't bother us. We can have sex all day long, and it doesn't bother us. We are built for having a man around in our lives. But there are times when we want another kind of love. The love of another woman. We aren't cheating on him, it is a best friend thing. And if there is some kissing and touching, don't interfere with it. A woman's touch is special, the way she kisses you. And if a woman's thing is shaving you bare, I'm sure a man can put up with it. I think I was blessed with a pretty pussy. And I know he likes pussy.
