My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie

My lesbian lust for Auntie Evie 20

When I left home Thursday morning, after a wonderful night with Evie, I was on cloud nine. Nothing that day could have brought me down. Later in the morning, when she texted me to let me know she was leaving, she wrote that she had straightened up a bit, made the bed, and was leaving some of her stuff behind, so she had a change of clothes there. I chirped while reading that. I wasn't even sure what she meant by clothes. She didn't have much of anything with her when she was over, at least anything I saw. Maybe she just left some panties, bras, and jeans behind. Either way, I was ecstatic.

Throughout the rest of the week, Evie and I were communicating as we had before. It seemed Walter had taken the leash off, or she was sneaking it way more than she had before. I tried making plans with her for Saturday night, but she advised that she had dinner plans with some old friends, but would definitely come sometime Sunday, maybe spend the night again, or at least be with me throughout the day.

I felt a change coming. I felt as if we had finally broken through the barriers that were holding us back. That she was finally giving me more of what I wanted and needed from her. I was trying not to be optimistic or overly excited, but I just wanted her. I wanted this to work. I wanted her to be free of Walter and come live with me. I was glad I wasn't getting the texts like, "Walter and I would like..., " or " Walter and I want you to come over Saturday."

Maybe in the midst of her admitting her secret desires for women, and me asking her to get married, perhaps it clicked in her head that this was her chance, her moment, her opportunity, and I was hoping she'd take full advantage of it. But that's when the shit hit the fan.

Saturday evening, after a long day of me doing chores, I sat down in a recliner, eating some ramen while texting a few of the girls from the dating site. I wasn't on there to try and make a connection sexually. I was just on there communicating with the women I had been developing friendships with. Of course, in the midst of telling several of them that I proposed and that Evie had spent the night, and regaling them with some of the sexual exploits we had, I started to get extremely horny.

I hadn't planned on making it some masturbation night. Still, I tell you, throughout some of those conversations, I got very aroused, and it wasn't long until I started to receive many of sexually laced photos, hints from the girls that they wished I had asked them to get married. Some very deep, resonating desires were being expressed. It surely wasn't long before I found myself being very stimulated. I felt tingling inside of me. I felt wet, I felt excited, and admired.

It was overly exciting to tell people who stood behind me, as many as I stood behind them, that I was in love. Letting them know I had proposed, and that Evie and I made love again after she said yes. That I had come to complete acceptance that I was in love with a woman. That I was, in fact, a lesbian. That I wanted nothing more than to be with Evie. To hold her, to kiss her every day. To come home to her at night, to know I wanted pussy and she was going to be there to give it to me. I didn't care about norms or ideals anymore. I was out, I was free, and I was getting laid the way I wanted.

I wouldn't have sucked another dick, even if you paid me. I know that sounds crass, and probably in some deep resonating back of the mind, maybe there was a part of me that would still enjoy that. Call that genetics, programming, male and female history. But in my heart, my mind, and my spirit, I knew I'd rather be licking her slit, and getting mine licked by her, far more exciting and powerful than being with a man.

As the conversations passed with the girls, some getting very dirty, very erotic, and very sensual, I found myself wanting nothing more than to be an exhibitionist for some of them. I wanted them to know, see, or even feel how hot it was to get aroused by another naked woman. In the heat of the moment, I pulled my shirt over my head, letting my tits hang free, and eventually I slipped my hand down into my leggings and under my panties. I was rubbing my clit as I was texting. I wished all of them were there with me. I know that sounds horrible, considering I was in love with Evie. Still, a lot of the women I converse with are very forward, very sexually deprived, and very eager to experience lesbian sex or be in a lesbian relationship. I think that's what makes it so alluring or fascinating for a lot of them. An uncontrollable desire to do something so different, unique, taboo, or out of the norm that the desires become so intriguing, just as they had for me.

So, the more we talked, shared desires, expressed our wants, and started swapping pictures, the hotter I got. It wasn't too long before my leggings and panties were down around my ankles, my legs were spread wide open, and my fingers were playing with my pussy as we all continued talking and sharing about our passions and desires. Of course, I was talking just as dirty, hot, and erotic as they were and sending pictures of every inch of my privates, and getting just as many back. It was wild!

As the night passed, the conversations continued, and my juices were flowing, getting myself off while seeing their pictures and little videos, I was terribly interrupted by a loud, violent pounding at my door. I was rather concerned that someone started banging on my door just after 9 P.M. I didn't want to open it, because I had no idea who was there. I yelled out, "Who's there?" as I was trying to get my shirt back on after pulling up my panties and leggings, when I heard a voice I would have never thought I'd hear at my door. The man outside responded, "Open up, Bella. We need to talk."

I recognized the voice immediately. It was Walter. He continued pounding on the door, loudly again, Boom, Boom, Boom. "Open up, Bella, I know your home."

"Walter, what are you doing here?" I asked through the closed door. "Evie isn't here. I am all alone. Go away." I yelled.

"No, Bella, we need to talk," he spoke loudly as he continued pounding on my door.

I was very hesitant and leery about opening the door, but his constant yelling and pounding made me give in and open it. Walter walked through my door, staggering drunk. And I mean staggering. I could smell the liquor on him. I could tell he was angry, and I was concerned for my safety, but then I remembered Evie's words: "His bark is worse than his bite." So, I stood my ground, acted tough, and started demanding answers from him.

"Walter, why are you here?" I asked.

"How did you get my address?

"What do you want"?

His replies definitely concerned me, but also made me feel sorry for him. He replied, "Well, you and Evie have surely gotten closer. You guys spend all kinds of time together, and leave me alone. The deal was... he fumbled out... the three of us, yet there hasn't been the three of us lately. Evie was here all night Wednesday. She's out tonight and said she's coming here tomorrow. So, where's my fun? Where's my overnight? Where's my attention?" He added.

"I don't know, Walter, that's something you need to discuss with your wife."

"No, Bella," he chimed in, interrupting me. "You got here all Wednesday, so I get you all to myself tonight."

"Oh, no, Walter," I replied. "That's not how this works. I don't want anything to do with you. I told Evie that. I only went along with the threesomes so I could be with her. I am a lesbian, I want her, not you."

Walter's face grew red. His eyes widened, his jaw opened, as he stood there swaying back and forth in his intoxicated state.

"You need to leave," I barked out.

"No, Bella." He snapped out. "Tonight it's you and I, and I don't care what Evie says."

Walter tried to move forward to kiss me, as if I were a willing participant in his drunken advances.

I stepped aside as he leaned in and watched him just about fall over in my front room. After he caught himself and regained his balance, he looked at me and said, "Bella, I want you," as if this was supposed to happen between him and me.

He came towards me again, trying to grab my shoulders and pull me in for a long hug.

"No, Walter. Sorry, but I am not interested. I am sorry your wife and I are falling in love, but that's something you two will have to figure out."

Walter started to raise his hand as if he was going to try and slap me, but he was so drunk, he couldn't get his arm up, let alone swing.

I snapped out again in anger, "Walter, you need to leave!"

He tried once again to beg me to be with him, to have "fun." He edged in closer to cuddle up against me in a romantic way, as if to seduce me. I pushed him back and stepped aside. I wasn't interested, and I wasn't going to give in. "No, Walter," I spoke out as he tried to get closer to me again.

Somehow, amid his aggression, I managed to turn him around and guide him toward my door, where I opened it and tried to push him out. Just before he stepped out, he turned back to me and said, "Bella, you know we'd be great together. How about I leave Evie, and you and I get together. I promise I'll be a good man."

"Oh my God," I whispered to myself under my breath. "Walter, I'm sure you think that would be a great idea, but I like women, so this isn't going to work," I said to him loudly.

After a bit of a struggle, I managed to push Walter out the front door, and I locked the screen door instantly. I said, "Goodbye, Walter," just as I shut the interior door, locked it, and rested my back up against it, just trying to catch my breath and the adrenaline rush to go. I could still hear him outside talking to the door, as if he were face-to-face with me. I almost called the constables, but I didn't want to make matters worse. He didn't hurt me. He was just here trying to get his piece of the action and is probably going through a ton of emotions about his wife spending more time with me than with him.

After a few minutes, I didn't hear him anymore, and when I looked out the front window, he was gone. I felt sorry for him, but on the same token, I was upset he had shown up thinking I was going to fuck him, or play along with this game anymore. And now, as I began to calm down, I got pissed.

I grabbed my phone and called Evie. When she answered, I didn't even give her a second to get her pleasantries out, I snapped, "Your drunken ass husband just came here, and wanted sex. What the fuck, Evie? How does he know where I live?"

"He what?" she exclaimed.

I explained again. "Walter was just here. He came banging on my door, drunk as fuck, talking about him getting some, since you are always with me. I literally had to force him back out of my door. He wanted sex. He wanted him and I to hook up, Evie. This was not part of any deal. What the Fuck???"

"I'm sorry, Bella, I had no idea he was going to do that. He's supposed to be out with a few of his lodge buddies playing cards. I am really sorry," she answered. "I don't know how he got your address. I never told him where you lived. Is he still there? Do you need me to come get him? She inquired.

"I don't know where he is, Evie! I don't know if he drove or walked. He left! But this was rather concerning. I don't need him showing up here whenever he feels like it, or thinks he's going to get laid. You need to handle this, Evie."

The silence on the phone was deafening. When she finally spoke back up, "Bella, I am sorry, I don't know what's going on with him. I will call him, find out where he's at, and get this handled. I truly am sorry." She added.

"Did you tell him we are getting married?" I snapped out. "Does he know, Evie? Did you tell him yet?"

"No, Bella, I haven't. I just haven't found the right time yet. I know it's going to kill him. There's going to be a lot of problems with it. You just got to give me time." She spoke.

"Time, Evie? Time!" I barked at her. "We have been together for more than 8 months. How much time do you need? You keep telling me you love me and want to be with me. We went away together on a trip. You've spent the night here. You left clothes here. You told me tomorrow you'd spend the night again. I asked you to marry me, and you still need time? Really???"

"Bella, I can't really talk right now, I'm out with friends, and they don't know about us. But I promise you I do want to be with you. I do love you, but you have to understand that Walter is my husband, the father of my kids. This isn't some little dating relationship. I need time." She spoke.

"Well, Evie, I give you all the time you need," I snapped out. "I'll let you be with your friends and keep me secret as usual. "Call me when you're single," I barked out, just as I hung up on her.

Evie tried calling me back several times, but I never did answer. I was beyond pissed. Beyond hurt and now in the midst of all of this, after Walter's drunken ass showed up here, Evie says she needs time. Well, as far as I was concerned at that moment, she could have the time she needed.

I broke down and started to cry. I realized that once again, I was all alone, in love, with no one to cater to my needs, my wants, and my desires. In many ways, I understood where she was at. How complicated it might be, but I just felt she was delaying the inevitable to spare feelings and to avoid telling her friends and family that she was in love with a woman.

I was at the point where I had had enough. It was either him or me, and Evie was going to have to make a decision. There was no more milking this, beating around the bush, or dragging this out. It was time! Either she needed to come here and move forward with our relationship, or she needed to stay with the man she no longer loved. Because I wasn't going to be the part-time lover, wait 8 more months, or have Walter think he was going to be banging my tight little pussy on some three-way bullshit anymore.

I know I sound mean or unsympathetic to her plight, but enough was enough. I get the longevity of her marriage and the resounding issues this might cause, but if she loved me and wanted to be with me, then she needed to step up and act on it, instead of trying to spare someone's feelings. Because lord knows she was hurting mine.

I cried myself to sleep that night, still fearful of what was coming. Still so uneasy that Walter was going to show back up, I must have made sure all the doors and windows were locked three times before I finally drifted off. I shut my phone off. I didn't want to hear from her, let alone hear from him.

Mid-Sunday afternoon, Evie showed up at my door. I almost didn't let her in, but I also knew I had to start to put an end to this issue. In short, she apologized for Walter. I guess she managed to locate him at his favorite pub, argued with him, and then took him home and put him to bed. She reiterated that she wanted to be with me and start a life together, but still had to work on separating from him without causing problems.

What chapped my ass more than you'll ever know was when she suggested that maybe "we" could satisfy his needs one more time, before she dropped the bomb on him about divorce, because "he could at least have his last fill."

I almost shit myself hearing that. I went from mad to hypersonic infuriated in about one-half of a second.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked her.

I followed up with, "Are you fucking serious?" As she sat there looking at me, dumbfounded, like I just grew a second head or something.

I went off.... "You started this relationship with me. You discover you like it. We make love. Then make love even more, all while sneaking around. You secretly take me on a trip. You send me all kinds of dirty texts, pictures, and videos. You promised you'd leave him. You spend the night here. You say yes to marrying me. You finally admit you have wanted lesbian sex since your 30's. You leave stuff here, and yet now you want me to play the Unicorn role in another threesome, so Walter can get his piece of the pie, and drag this shit out even further."

"Let me ask you, Evie, is it one more time, or a few more times?" Should I just have fucked him when he showed up? Is that my role?" Is this how we are going to live? You just coming over when you can, but going home to your husband because he needs you. How about I need you! Did you ever think about that? Do you know how much you let me down? You disappoint me. You leave me hanging. Ever think that?"

I got so infuriated with her that I told her, "Get the fuck out. Go home to Walter. Maybe you two can find someone else to play with."

Evie tried to explain herself. Tried to find the right words. But I wasn't hearing it. I didn't care anymore. I had a group of women online dying for my time and attention, and this douche wants me to fuck Walter one or two more times, while wearing my engagement ring.

Evie left, unable to further justify her reasoning, and I didn't care. I know that sounds mean, but I just didn't care anymore. I was at the point where either she needed to leave him or leave me, but either way, something had to change.

Needless to say, I didn't talk to her for about six weeks. Even if she tried to call or text, I didn't answer her. I wasn't going to talk to her until she showed up at my house with her stuff, or proved to me she filed for divorce. Walter actually sent me flowers to my house with a note that read, "I am sorry. I was being stupid after drinking too much." I threw them away immediately.

I decided to see what it would be like to go out on a date with someone who actually wanted my time and attention. I met up with one of the divorced, single moms I had been talking to online for a dinner date a couple of Saturdays later. I definitely was a little different, to say the least, only because I wasn't out with Evie. I wasn't looking for sex, but I was surely interested to see what it would be like to entertain the notions of dating another woman and see if feelings developed. She was a sweetheart and did her best to make our night magical.

In the long run, almost two months later, Evie and I tried to reconnect. Tried to find solutions for our problems, but as I expected would happen, we'd ended up having sex, promised each other the world, but find ourselves back at the same problems we had before.

I'll tell you all about the reconnection and the hope for a second chance, all of which ended up being nothing but a fucking train wreck, until I finally decided it was time to move on. And - are you ready for this - I found out that Evie and Walter had been playing this type of game with several younger girls over the years, when I ran into an old friend / Girl Guide member just as things started to fall apart for Evie and me. She (Jennifer) told me all about her experiences with them right after she graduated from high school many years ago.

I told you this gets interesting.