I’ve always liked guys. Don’t get me wrong. I am most certainly not a
lesbian, at least not a strict lesbian. But recent events have made me
realize that, at the very least, I’m strongly bisexual. I’ve hidden my
attraction for women inside for a long time, keeping these feelings under
tight lock and key. Only once did I try to tell my husband about them but I
told my story badly and I don’t think he really believed what I was saying.
I never mentioned them again until that fateful night that Sharon stopped by
and wanted to get drunk with me. Sharon left that night with more than a
skinful of booze. Sharon. How I’d admired her body for so long, ever since the day I’d first
laid eyes on her our first week in the new house. She never knew how many
times over the years that I peered out the miniblinds of our living room
window, which overlooked their backyard, watching her tan herself on a towel
on their deck, wearing nothing but her bikini. 
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