I don't know exactly when l turned lesbian, said with a laugh. This is because I'm not only married but to a wonderful man and lover, and god knows l love cock. But my enjoyment of other ladies can not be covered by saying I'm Bisexual, the opportune taste or feel now and then. I long for it at times and lucky me there is no problem between hubby and l about it, maybe because he is there most of the time.
It started when l was young, but not acted on until years later. Those get-togethers with girlfriends, how even those non-sexual interactions affected me. It was a confusing time but l would bet I'm not in that boat all alone. When longing and what is expected of you clash, sage advice nowhere to to be found.
The truth is it didn't happen until some years later and a few after l was married. My husband wrote of here a good while back, so l won't repeat it here. Instead, l want to focus many years later and after many occasions, some long-term. We thought we were done with it all, not that it went bad or we lost interest. More it was just the thing we do, or so we thought. In no way fading away but more focusing on one another, which is not bad at all.
l saw women as beautiful, be they thin or chubby, tall or short. Any flaws they might have seen as life's battle scars, and owning my own it is never wise to throw stones. Besides, looks and body is such a small part of what makes it work for me.
A couple of weeks ago my husband took me to our favorite restaurant, the food is great of course but the added fact it was kinda fancy gave us the occasion to dress up a bit. Being retired it becomes too easy to put on some baggy clothes, a splash of make-up, and comfortable undies. Not here, not this time. l wore a dress my husband loves, maybe because the girls were all but out. A lace bra, undies, nylons, and an old-school garter belt. Slip on some fuck me heels and away we went.
My husband dressed up too, maybe not at the same level but a close shave and time spent on his hair. He was always so handsome to me and still to date. I knew my pussy was soaked even before the main course was served, l can't remember what l had but that fact was clear as day. l knew our sex was going to be off the charts, and that's a hard task as it is always great. His soft tune and longing look only fed the fire.
So when we waited for dessert l excused myself to use the ladies' room. There was a woman in there already, in the mirror checking her face. She was about my age and well-dressed. Our eyes met via the mirror. "How are you tonight?" l asked.
She said, "Oh, okay l guess." Which was followed by a frown.
My heart immediately went out to her and after some persuading she let go. She was also there with her husband and supposedly celebrating their anniversary. She went on to say how he wasn't paying her any attention and that sex was most likely out because he was with his girlfriend earlier that day.
My first reaction was most likely not the best one, asking why she was with him so l kept it to myself. The look on her face was l l needed to know, they don't roll that way. I told her how that was a shame and how beautiful she looked, then maybe a surprise to both of us when l kissed her. Hard and sensual right in the mouth, which she fought but just as a first reaction, then gladly taken.
