I've never been married, but have been in a few long term relationships with women. Last week, as my sis came out to visit for an early holiday weekend, we had a very long and serious talk. We covered everything from our somewhat dysfunctional relationships with our parents, to our early exploits and how we felt as a result.
Since we have always had a strong sexual bond, I felt safe in telling her that I was bi. She was curios as to how and when, so I explained about my first real bi sexual encounter.
She was absolutely floored that we'd never compared notes about it, and then she told me that she was also bi.
I always suspected that she was, but when she told me about how she came to know, the picture made perfect sense... She and my best friend's mom were lovers for over two years.
Now, Brian's mom (Barbara) was hot by everyone's standards! My dad would go out of his way to make them feel welcome at every little opportunity because we all had a crush on her. She was the "Stacy's Mom" of our community at the time.
As my sister and I talked further, it became apparent that Barbara had a real affinity for young women. They first started their affair poolside (as I had with Barbara's husband). My sis said that she had gone over to their house thinking Brian and I would be there along with a couple of our friends. When no one showed up, she decided to take a swim to cool off, then she got out of the water and decided to sunbathe and fell asleep. The next thing she knew, Barbara was out sitting beside her putting sunburn lotion on her. One thing led to another and before she knew it, she was in the house and they were making out on the bed in the master bedroom.
When I told my sis that I had seen those porn videos, we laughed, but she said that's pretty much how it went for her. She was highly attracted to Barbara and really wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with another woman. She said that Barbara had been the first to introduce her to sex toys and even trained her about vaginal and anal hygiene.
It takes a lot to get something like that off of your chest after 25 years. Life is never exactly what it seems.
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