I never thought I’d have lesbian feelings. Maybe it’s my age, or I’m just tired of straight relationships? I’m sitting here o, reflecting on my journey, and it’s been wild.

First, a bit about me. I’m 45, a teacher with a great job in education. I’m not a size 6 anymore, but as a mom of two grown kids, I look good for my age. I’ve got C-cup breasts, firm buttocks, a striking nose, and otherwise, I’m pretty average. What bothers me on this site? Two things. Most stories are written by men, from a male perspective, and the writing quality is often awful. As a teacher, that drives me crazy.

If I get enough feedback, I’ll share a series of my erotic stories—mostly real, with a little fiction—until readers are done with me. Let’s dive into my lesbian awakening and Hotwife lifestyle! My twin sister and I are identical. We look the same and have shared everything since birth—literally everything. Since we started dating, we’ve even shared our husbands.

We’d swap beds during vacations or sleepovers. We picked partners who weren’t jealous. My husband cared about that, especially since my sister’s Antillean boyfriend was much bigger than him.

Meeting My Shy Husband at a Festival

I met my husband at a festival in the early 2000s. He was shy, which I found adorable. I’m bossy and love quiet, introverted types. My sister and I had been intimate since we were 16, but he was less experienced, so I taught him a lot.

After some fumbling in the car or at my parents’ doorstep, I went to his flat for the first time. I stripped slowly for him, pulling off my t-shirt—braless, as was common then—showing my C-cup breasts.

I played with my nipples until they hardened, then shed my jeans and panties. I turned, spreading my firm buttocks to show my anus, bent forward to reveal my lips, then walked to him, pushing him to his knees to smell me.

I undressed him—his erection was ready. In bed, we did whatever we wanted. I love oral, taking him in my mouth, using my tongue to make him finish on my breasts or inside me. Then I sat on his face for a 69, loving his licks and sucks on my lips and clit, moaning as I climaxed. I stayed, craving more, coming at least three more times—his tongue inside me and clit play were heavenly.

My Twin Sister’s Reaction to My Husband

“How is he?” my sister asked when I started dating him. “He’s sweet, kind, and a perfect lover,” I replied. “We should swap so I can try him,” she said with a grin. She’s a stewardess, working long hours and often away. When she stays abroad with colleagues, she explores cities, visits sex clubs, and joins hotel orgies.

She met her guy through work—a funny, cheerful man I liked instantly. Soon, I was in his bed, enjoying his huge size. Oral with him overflowed my mouth, leaving my face covered. His length filled me deeply, making me climax unlike others—though anal wasn’t possible due to his size. It was a thrilling part of my Hotwife journey.

Hotwife Adventures with My Brother-in-Law

After marrying and moving out, I still hooked up with my brother-in-law during his visits—like after a house chore or over tea. If my husband wasn’t home, I’d wear a short skirt or tight shorts, no underwear.

I acted flirty, bending over to flash my cleavage or ass, picking things up to tease him. When he couldn’t resist, I’d sit on his lap, kissing, letting him feel my breasts.

I’d grind until his erection strained his pants. He’d roughly bend me over the kitchen table, rip off my clothes, and thrust deep, wet or not, driving me to climax. He’d stop to finish on my face—I didn’t want to risk pregnancy with him.

Embracing the Hotwife Lifestyle

“I want to be a Hotwife,” I whispered to my husband one night, explaining it and sharing my encounters with my brother-in-law. “If you’re okay with me enjoying my sister’s man, it’d make me happy—and I wouldn’t mind if you took her too.”

His shyness made him doubt she’d want him, but I encouraged him to try. He politely offered to pick her up from the airport on a Friday. Knowing her wild side, I was sure they’d hit it off.

I didn’t expect him home that night, so I pleasured myself with a dildo, imagining them together. It was nearly morning when he returned, and I demanded every detail.

My Husband’s Night with My Twin Sister

“At the airport, she was thrilled to see me and needed to unwind after a tough flight,” he began. “In the car, she unbuttoned me, playing with me. I couldn’t take it and parked behind trucks.”

She pulled off her panties, lifted her skirt, and he took her from behind against the car. She climaxed fast, and he followed, filling her. She came again as two truckers watched—they fled, her uniform and seat stained.

I love hearing about sex almost as much as doing it, so I urged him on. “We’ll clean the stains tomorrow—what else happened?” I asked.

“We went to a motel, ordered burgers, gin, and tonic, ate, and drank. We showered—she soaped me, rinsed, and dried me, praising my size, wanting it anally.”

“Did you?” I asked, surprised. “Yes, after oral, we did it standing against the bathroom wall,” he said stiffly. “Be casual,” I said. “Did you enjoy it against the wall?”

“Yes, I moved slowly in her, her moans growing until she exploded in climax, wanting me to keep going. I lifted her legs around me, going deep—it was my best orgasm ever.”

Seeing my pout, he added, “You prefer oral; this was different for me.” “It’s okay, go on,” I said.

“We drank more, got tipsy. On the bed, she kissed me, asking for a finger in her anus. I hesitated, but she assured me she was clean.” Knowing her love for anal from orgy tales, I asked, “Did you?”

“Yes, one finger, then two at her request. Then I laid her on her stomach, used hand cream to slick myself, and entered smoothly, climaxing fast inside her.”

“What a story! Then?” “I was exhausted, wanted home, but she stayed to sleep.” “Was it as good as with me?” “Some things with her were better—I took initiative, while with you, I follow.”

“Want to try me anally?” “Not now, I’m beat—maybe tomorrow.” “I’ll hold you to that,” I replied.

Reflecting on My Bossy Nature

I thought about his words. I’ve always controlled my lovers, shaped by teenage boys who rushed, ignoring my needs. Maybe that’s why I’m so bossy—and why my lesbian awakening feels so new.