Margit and Ingrid - A Love Story

by Nellie of Sweden

To my darling Ingrid

I passed our old house last week. It's empty now and has been for years and years and I've often wondered why it hasn't been torn down. All the windows have been smashed by kids or drunks a long time ago and the front door has been thrown beside the house and has rotted apart years ago. About five years ago I entered the open door just from curiosity. Would I recognize anything inside? Did your family leave anything behind when they left?

There was broken glass all over the floor but in a corner I saw some pieces from the covers of a children's book I recalled from the good old days.

"The good old days..." Were they really all that good? In some ways yes but in some other ways they weren't.

I've often wondered what would have happened with you and me if we'd been born 40 or 50 years later. Ingrid and me were born in the late 1930's and grew up in an intolerant and old fashioned world. A narrowminded country far up north that nowadays is so much more enlightened. A country where our grandkids can chose any partner they want to and never give a damn if they happen to be of the same gender.

Of course I'm happy for the younger generations that they don't have to sneak and hide like we did almost all our lives. But I also envy them and wish I could have got my biggest love when I was young.

There was a world war raging in the countries around us when we ran around as little girls in the early 1940's in Sweden. We were always told that we should be thankful that our government had kept us out of the war but we were too young to understand.

In the summer of 1944, Ingrid and I were 8 years old and I saw when the horse-pulled moving van came rolling up to the doorway of the house where I had lived since I was born. It was a big house with about 50 apartments in it. Apartments for their workers at the big wool factory in our village. Crystal clear in my mind I can still see her jumping down from the van with a worn out old doll in her hand. I was really happy that the new tenants in Westerlund's flat had a girl my age. And a very pretty one too, I recall thinking to myself.

She gave me a shy little smile when our eyes first met there outside the building that we were going to grow up in and I knew in my heart that I'd just found a friend for life. Maybe it was at that moment I started to fall in love with her too, i can't say for sure. I'm an old woman and sometimes I get my memories mixed up. But that much I know that it was the first time we met.

I reached out my right hand, like my mother had taught me, and smiled a little shy smile.

"Hello! And welcome to our house! I'm Margit," I said.

She blushed a little and curtsied like she'd been taught. We were very polite for a couple of kids but that was how children were raised in those days.

"Ingrid," she said and I thought to myself that Ingrid is the prettiest of all names. "How old are you, Margit?"

"Eight," I said. "Well, almost anyway. My birthday is the 10th of June."

Ingrid laughed and her eyes glittered.

"Really? That's my birthday as well. I'm also turning eight."

Ingrid's mother smiled at me and reached out her hand to say hello too. She introduced herself as Mrs Gustafsson and I curtsied both to her and Ingrid's father. Then Ingrid smiled at me again.

"That means we're star sisters," she said. "I don't have a sister, only four stinking brothers so I would love having a sister."

"I have a sister," I said. "Or... I used to have a sister but Astrid died last winter so now it's just me and my parents."

Astrid had been infected with TBC and at the hospital she later caught pneumonia and couldn't be saved. But back in those days there was not unusual that also children died. Most families had four, five or more kids but it was unusual that they all lived to become adults.

That was the first time we met, a moment that would change our lives forever.

We became friends at once and after a week we probably knew more about one another than most other girls with best friends our age. There was a special bond between us. We always knew in what mood the other one was as soon as we met every day. Without saying anything. I remember so well the mornings when I saw that she was a bit sad I didn't have to ask. I just told her with my eyes.

"Come on, Ingrid, tell me what's wrong!"

The words were never spoken but you knew all the same that you could tell me anything. We had lots and lots of little secrets that nobody else knew about. Some of the other girls in the little village were a bit angry with me because I never wanted to play with them anymore except at school when us girls played almost all of us together at the breaks. Some of them even teased us a little.

"Look at the little lovers," a girl named Greta called out one morning when we came running into the schoolyard hand in hand. "Margit and Ingrid are lovers, Margit and Ingrid are lovers," she sang loudly so everybody looked.

As a child I sometimes had a very bad temper and that time I couldn't stop myself from attacking Greta. I boxed her hard in her stomach and then pulled one of the braids in her hair so hard that she started to cry.

"You fat silly pig," I said. "You ought to know better than to mess around with me. You know I can beat you up with one hand on my back!"

I was well known in the village for being a bit to wild for a girl. I guess I was sort of a tomboy and the other girls knew that and most of the time they left me alone and didn't bother me or tease me like they did with many other kids.

Ingrid looked at me with admiration in her eyes. She, herself, almost started to cry when Greta teased us and she was impressed that I had the courage to stand up to her.

But Greta, of course, ratted on me to our teacher who made med stand in "the corner of shame" for the first lesson. I was satisfied that he didn't spank me in front of the class but Mr Dahl almost never spanked us girls although he, as a teacher, had the right to do it back in those days.

About a year later when it was summer again and we were free from school for more than two months. And during that summer, Ingrid, our friendship changed and grew stronger and even more beautiful. We, of course, had to help out in our homes but most of the days we could play around and just have fun.

My father had an old wooden boat that he let us use and one day in June, Ingrid and I took the boat to row out to a little islet in the nearby lake. Dad had taught me how to row and I rowed us out in less than a half hour. Our mothers had given us some sandwiches to eat and we had bottles of milk too.

"We can stay out there all day," Ingrid said when we were almost there.

"Yeah," I answered. "And nobody can see us so we can even swim around stark naked if we want to."

Ingrid put her hands in front of her blushing face and giggled.

"I normally don't want anyone to see me naked," she said. "But with you I don't care."

"I'm not shy either with you," I said. "Let's go skinny dipping!"

We stood with our backs to each other while taking our clothes off and when I was done I glanced over my shoulder to see if Ingrid was ready. Her face was red and she didn't seem to be able to take her eyes off me. I felt a little tingle in my stomach. Sort of a hunch that something was going to happen that day. Something exciting. Something wonderful! I reached out my hand and Ingrid took it with a shy little smile and we ran together into the water.

It was a bit cold and when we got up I noticed that Ingrid's little nipples had stiffened just like mine. We looked at each other still a little shy and suddenly Ingrid's beautiful blue eyes caught mine and they were speaking to me.

Without words.

"I love you, Margit!"

That what was her eyes said and mine answered.

"I love you too," Ingrid. "And I want to lie down on the blanket with you and hug and kiss. Being naked really close to your soft body."

Still not a word was spoken as I lay down on my stomach on the blanket we had brought from home.

"No, turn around," she said. "On your back! Please."

I did as she asked and blushed a little when I saw her looks on my naked body.

"I'm getting a little embarrassed," I said. "I'm not used to being looked at that way..."

"Well, get used to it," Ingrid said. "I want to look at you every day for the entire summer."

Then she lay down as well but not beside me as I had expected but on top of me. I opened my mouth to protest mostly because of how I was raised. But Ingrid silenced me.

"Shhh... don't say anything," she whispered. "Just be still and feel how nice this is."

Our nipples gently touched each other, our tummies were pressed tightly together just like our little pussies. Legs still together and no hands touching but my heart pounded like a hammer in my chest.

"Nice, don't you think?" Ingrid whispered.

"Yes....."

"Hug me! Put your arms around me so I don't slip off from you."

I did as she asked and the next moment Ingrid slowly lowered her face down to mine and gently kissed my lips.

"I love you, Margit," she said. "I really, really love you!"

I caressed her back with my hands and she kissed me again. Still with our mouths closed and no tongues involved but it still was very, very exciting.

"And I love you," I said. "I think I've loved you since we first met a year ago."

My hands reached her soft little buttocks and Ingrid sighed from delight.

"Yes, Margit," she moaned. "Don't stop. Squeeze my bottom with your hands and pull me tighter so our pee-pee's can rub against each other even tighter. It feels so good."

Both our faces were deeply red and we both felt the electricity between our genitals. Neither of us spoke a word or did anything except clinging hard to each other. We stayed in the same position for a long time. Hugging and kissing and holding each others wet bodies. Finally she slid down beside me and looked at my face with sparkling eyes.

"Now we're girlfriends," she said. "I liked that, Margit. I liked lying naked on top of you. I wanna do it again, as often as you'll let me."

Ingrid took my hand and we both closed our eyes and stayed quiet just sun bathing naked on the blanket in the soft grass holding hands.

After a while we were so warm that we decided to take another swim to cool us down. When we got up I asked Ingrid if she was as hungry as I was. So we sat down on opposite sides of the blanket and ate our sandwiches. We were both sitting with legs out and I could almost feel Ingrid's looks between my legs. And I couldn't take my eyes off her crotch either. Our eyes met and we smiled. Shy little smiles and shy little giggles.

"We look exactly the same," Ingrid said after a while. "Some girls slits go higher up in front but yours and mine look the same. And we both have that little nob."

We giggled again and I told Ingrid that all girls and women have one of those.

"It's called a cli-to-ris," I said. "It feels nice to rub it a little. Do you do that too? When nobody can see you..."

Another moment of blushing and giggling and Ingrid didn't have to answer. I saw in her eyes that she was just like me. Ingrid shivered a little.

"I'm a little cold," she said. "Let's do you-know-what again but this time with you on top."

Instantly she was on her back reaching out her arms to hold me and again I felt the same tingles in my body lying down on top of Ingrid. Her soft pussy under mine sent electricity all through my body. Her arms around my neck slowly pulling me down for a kiss.

Nothing more happened that day but it was still the beginning of the summer and more was to come. A couple of weeks later we'd had rain for 10-12 days and at last it was a sunny day again. As soon as I had done my duties at home I ran over to Ingrid's place and knocked the door. She opened and took me in her arms at once and kissed me. I pushed her away afraid her mother would come and see us.

"She is in bed today," Ingrid said. "She's not well."

"Wanna go to our islet?" I said

Ingrid ran to her mother to ask her permission. I heard her saying that in that case she had to fix her own picnic. Her mother had a bad headache and had to stay in bed. I helped her and soon we were on our mother's old bikes riding them down to the little bridge where my father kept his boat. Ingrid sat down in the back while I was rowing. She smiled at me and tried to make me row faster.

"I've missed our playing," she said. "I want you on top of me and I want it now."

I did my best to row a little faster and as soon as the front of the boat hit the cliffs of our little islet she jumped out of the boat to strip naked. But someone had to tie the boat so it wouldn't float away from us so I did that first. When I was ready I turned around and there she was. Ingrid, my girlfriend, my darling! As naked as the day she was born smiling at me with arms open.

"Come here," she said and I went over to her.

Ingrid took me in her arms and kissed me. She unbuttoned my dress in the back and pulled it over my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Then she grabbed the waistband of my underpants and smiled again.

"Can I, Margit?" she said.

"Yes darling," I said eager to be naked again with my love.

"Please say that again," Ingrid said.

"Darling?"

"Yes, darling!"

We stood there in the sun tightly clung together totally naked with our little pussies tight together. I took a look around to make sure no one else was out rowing or so. But we were all alone. Just me and my darling, Ingrid.

Soon she was on her back with me on top and we rolled around taking turns at being under and on top. I don't remember exactly how it started but after a while we found a way to move that made our thighs rub each others pussies and soon we both were moaning from pleasure rubbing our bodies tightly together. At the same time we kissed and kissed and called each other darling an whispered that we loved each other.

That day I had my very first orgasm, just like Ingrid. Neither of us understood what happened to us but when the first chock was over we soon were at it again and got new orgasms. And they got better and better.

We continued to explore our own and each other's bodies for the rest of that summer and were rather sad when we and to go back to school in late august. In the autumn and winter we had a hard time finding places warm enough and safe from other people's eyes. It was very, very hard to find places where we could make love.

In October we hid under a stair spying on our neighbours 19 year old daughter Monica and her boyfriend who were fooling around a bit in the semi dark hallway. We saw them kissing with open mouths and we saw how the young man stuck his tongue into Monica's mouth. I turned my face to Ingrid and knew by instinct that she wanted to try it just as much as I did. And we kissed each other in a new way and from that moment on we would never go back to kissing the old way.

A little more than a week before Christmas we discovered that the door to the cellar in our house was left open so we snuck in and went behind a pile of junk to get a moment of privacy. There were little holes in the walls where some daylight slipped in so it wasn't completely dark. I took Ingrid in my arms.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get naked. I want you."

"No not here," Ingrid said. "I'm afraid someone might catch us. Imagine the spanking they would give us if they found out about us. But... we could cuddle a little with our clothes on."

We kissed a few times and suddenly I felt Ingrid's hand pulling my skirt up. Her hand on my leg.

Until that day we had never used our hands to satisfy one another. Don't ask me why, I guess we were too inexperienced or something. But now Ingrid's hand were on it's way up my thighs. I remember moaning when she finally cupped my little pussy in her hand and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. She squeezed my pussy through my underpants and kissed me and I almost got an orgasm even without her touching my bare skin.

I was glad the cellar was so dark so Ingrid couldn't see how deeply I was blushing when I stuck my hand down to do the same to her as she was doing to me. It aroused me a lot feeling her lovely pussy through her panties.

"Inside, please," she moaned in my ear. "Put your hand inside my undies and rub me."

At the exact same second our hands touched each other's pussies inside our panties for the very first time. I had felt her pussy against mine and against my thighs and knees lots of times. But this cold December day I first felt it with my hand. We both were soaking from excitement and it didn't take long before we both climaxed.

That was a Saturday and the day after was movie Sunday in our village. So after dinner my parents told me they were going to the movie theater that night but I couldn't come along because I was too young.

"Why don't you ask Ingrid to come here and play with you?" my mother said.

She didn't have to say that twice. I ran like crazy down the stairs and out and then in the second door and up the stairs to Ingrid. I didn't say anything about my parents going out, I just asked if she wanted to come and play. They were having dinner so I waited for her to get ready.

On the way back to my home we met my parents and my mother smiled when she saw us holding hands.

"I'm so happy you two are so good friends," she said. "There are cinnamon rolls and cookies in the jar, Margit. Make sure Ingrid gets some too! And Dad and I will be back shortly after nine o'clock."

"I have to be home at nine," Ingrid said.

My parents knew I didn't like being home alone in the dark but my father assured me they would hurry back as soon as the film was over.

Up in our apartment I made sure to lock the door before we ran into my room and started to undress each other.

"Hurry up, darling," Ingrid said with laughter in her voice. "We've only got two hours."

Girls clothes back in those days were a lot more complicated than today so it took us a while to undress each other. I saw in Ingrid's eyes that there was something she wanted to tell me.

"Darling," she said. "Last Saturday night I saw my parents having sex. Daddy was on top of Mom humping her and they made so much noise so they must have enjoyed it very much. I want to do the same with you. Come to bed with me and lie on your back."

I did as she asked me to and Ingrid came up over me.

"Now open your legs," she said. "No, wider! As wide as you can."

My legs were spread open and Ingrid started humping me just like when a man fucks a woman. And I loved it. Then we switched places and I got to hump her before we went back to our old, well known ways of lovemaking.

I had set the alarm on my old alarm clock to ring ten minutes to nine PM but when it rang it seemed we only just had taken our clothes off. I helped Ingrid getting dressed so she wouldn't be late home. Her father was a little particular about her coming home in time and didn't tolerate her being even a minute late. Before she left we kissed and told each other that we loved each other as we always did and when she had left I went to wash up and put my nightgown on. When my parents came back I was in bed reading a book. The very book that I saw a piece of when I went inside the old house.

Ingrid and me stayed lovers growing up. We saw each other's breasts develop and the first tiny straws of hair on our pussies. In the summers we had sex as often as possible but in the winter time we had to be creative to get our little precious moments to make love.

We finished school at the age of thirteen and Ingrid got a job as an errand girl at the office of the factory where our fathers worked but I was sent to school in town. Since I was my parents only living child they wanted me to get a good education and after high school I went to a nursery school and got educated to become a midwife.

During that education I lived at the school during the weeks and went home to my parents in the weekends. Sometimes Ingrid were allowed to visit and spend the night with me in my room. One night after making crazy love Ingrid became serious.

"Darling," she said. "What's gonna become of us? I only want to be with you for the rest of my life but... My father is on my back all the time saying it's time I found a boy and got married."

We kissed and I held her close to me.

"I know, sweetheart," I whispered. "My dad is just the same. He even got angry with me last weekend when I asked him why the hell he sent me to get an education if I had to get married as soon as I'm finished."

Married women, back then, were housewives and didn't work for money.

"I wish girls could marry girls," Ingrid said. "Would you marry me if we could, Margit?"

"You know I would," I said. "Even if we both have to marry men I will always love you. As long as my heart beats in my chest it'll beat for you and you only. I love you so much!"

A few years later we both were married. Ingrid married Martin, a man from a rich family and I married Einar. He was a few years older than me and he adored me, worshipped the soil I walked on all through his life. I'm so sorry that I couldn't love him the way he deserved. As far as our husbands were concerned Ingrid and me were good friends but as soon as we got the chance we snuck away for some hot sex.

A few months after Ingrid's and Martin's wedding she came to my home to visit and as Einar was away working for a week I was alone and we could make love in our bed. Ingrid's eyes had the same gloss as that time when we first tried French kissing. I could tell that she desperately wanted to tell me something.

"Guess what," she said. "Martin is so....so filthy. You'll never guess what he does in bed."

"What, honey? What?"

Ingrid was a bit embarrassed.

"He.... well, he kisses my cunny. And it's so nice even though I'd rather it was you doing it. But I really would like to do it myself... with you if you let me. He makes me suck his penis too and that's only gross but I have to get used to it."

I blushed by the thought of Ingrid kissing me "there". She turned out the bed lamp and in the darkness she slowly kissed her way down my titties and my tummy before starting to kiss my pussy. The feeling was totally amazing and soon I wanted to do the same to her so we got into 69 position eating each other out for the first time. I had numerous orgasms and when we finally rested in each other's arms Ingrid kissed me and smiled.

"How come we never thought of that way of making love," she said. "You loved it too, I knew you would!"

"Yes, darling, I did! I'm so happy having you close so we can keep on making love. As his wife I of course have to give Einar some sex but he still hasn't managed to give me an orgasm. He just does his business and then falls asleep."

"So... having sex with him doesn't give you anything at all?" Ingrid asked.

"Yes," I said and put her hand on my stomach. "It HAS given me something! Something I'll have to wait for about six more months to get."

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes, I am. But I haven't told Einar yet."

Ingrid laughed out loud.

"This is so crazy," she said. "I'm pregnant too and about as far gone as you. I bet we'll give birth the same day just as we were born the same day and almost the same hour too!"

The last three months of our pregnancies our bodies were to big to have sex but cuddling and kissing was fine. And we DID give birth the same day. November 18Th at six in the morning my son Michael was born and at noon the same day Ingrid had her daughter Marianne. My delivery was rather easy for a first timer but Ingrid's was complicated and she lost a lot of blood. Her baby wasn't well either and after less than a week little Marianne passed away.

Ingrid got a bad depression after losing her child. Especially as the doctor had told her she couldn't have any more kids. It took almost a year before she got the strength to get out of bed and start living again.

At last I persuaded both our husbands to let me take her on a cruise to Finland. Our cabin wasn't very big but we didn't need much space so we were quite happy with it. I put my baby to sleep in the under bed and when he fell asleep I took Ingrid in my arms.

"Darling," I said. "It's time for you to come back to the world. Back to me! I love you and Í miss you so much!"

Suddenly she started to cry. She cried and cried for hours and all the time I held her close and kissed and caressed her. That was all she needed and afterwards she took my hand and smiled through the tears.

"I needed that," she said. "I haven't cried properly for Marianne since she died. Thank you for holding me and not asking a lot of stupid questions."

"Darling, we don't need to talk so much," I said. "You and me can communicate just as well without talking."

The cruise became a turning point for Ingrid and some days after we got back home I got a little card from Ingrid's husband where he thanked me for helping Ingrid to overcome her grief.

By then I was pregnant again and the next spring my other son Anders was born. Einar was a lovely father. He spent hours and hours almost daily with his sons through their entire childhood doing father-son-things with them.

A couple of weeks after Einar's 50th birthday he got sick. A bad cough and pain in his throat. It turned out to be lung cancer and it was very bad. Our boys had left home a few years earlier and we had only just got used to being just the two of us. But now this was coming to an end and the last afternoon before Einar died he sent the boys out and wanted to talk to me alone. He looked at me with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry I've never been able to make you happy. I couldn't have loved you any more than I have but something has been wrong between us from day one."

I burst into tears and hugged him.

"You've been the best husband any woman could want," I said. "Nothing is wrong with you. It's me. Believe me, Einar, I have tried to give you the love you deserve but I can't help it. I love you but not the way a wife should love her husband. My heart belongs to someone else. Please forgive me."

Einar smiled but had tears in his eyes.

"Shhh... no need to apologize," he said. "You've given me two fine sons and you have taken care of them and me in a very loving way. And I think I know who has your heart in her hand."

Her! He said "her" so he had figured it out.

"Yes, Einar," you're right. "Ingrid and I have been lovers almost all our lives."

We cried together for a while and then Einar asked me to get the boys again. I went out to the waiting room and told my sons that their father wanted to see them. Ten minutes later Einar was dead and I felt both sadness and relief. He had been in a lot of pain the last weeks and I was glad he now was out of it. And I felt good that I finally had been totally honest with him.

I was now a widow and Ingrid did her best to comfort me. But she had her own problems. About a month after Einar's funeral Ingrid sat at my kitchen table having coffee and I saw she had something she wanted to talk about.

"Martin hit me last night," she said. "All I did was asking him if he would come to bed and he got furious. He was drunk but still... He hasn't ever hit me before!"

I was shocked. In my home violence had never been allowed in any way. Einar never even raised his hand with the boys or me and here was my darling, the love of my life, telling me of someone abusing her body.

"Let's hope it was a once-but-never-again thing," I said. "But if it does happen again you just leave instantly. You know my door is always open to you."

It happened again a couple of weeks later. A lot worse this time. I woke up at midnight when my doorbell was ringing. I have one of those peep-holes so I saw it was Ingrid and opened the door. She had a black eye, a swollen lip and blood running from her left ear. I almost had to carry her to my old car and take her to the hospital. Having some nurse training myself I was sure she needed looking after by a professional. At the hospital the nurse called the police and reported Martin's abuse at once. We passes their house on our way back when Ingrid wounds were cleaned and bandaged and there was a police car outside.

Martin was arrested but they released him the next day. He called and wanted Ingrid to come home but I didn't even let him speak to her.

"You're not going back to him," I said to Ingrid with the same rage in my voice as that day at school when little Greta was teasing us. "I forbid you to go back. Besides, I'm alone here now so nothing can stop us from being together properly. Living together! Don't you think it's time you were mine for real?"

Ingrid hesitated a bit.

"I don't know," she said. "What would people say? Two half old ladies living together...."

"I love you, Ingrid," I said. "I've been in love with you for more than forty years. Can you blame me for wanting you in bed with me full time. We both work and make good money. What's so wrong about living together."

She came into my arms and we held each other tight.

"Oh, Margit," she said. "I so wish I wasn't such a coward when it comes to showing our love. It has been a secret for so long and I would love to be able to walk through town hand in hand with you in broad daylight. But I suppose I'm a bit old fashioned and worry too much about what people may say and think."

We kissed and I started to caress Ingrid's breasts and slowly undressing her. She had bruises on her arms and thighs as well as in her face and it made me very angry.

"If that beast of a man ever lays his hands on you again I will kill him myself with my bare hands and I'm gonna enjoy doing it too," I said. "Do as you please about living with me or not but do NOT go back to him! Never, do you hear?"

"Yes darling, I hear you. And I won't, I promise. For now I'll stay with you. Where I know I'm loved and wanted."

"You're so right," I said. "I love you and want you. I want to fuck you, right now!"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, my darling Margit, please make love to me. Like when we were little girls..."

"Heheeeee, I like it better the way we've done it as grown women," I said. "I love to eat you out and having you eat me at the same time."

"Oh, really? Why don't you show me?"

Kissing and hugging we undressed each other and the tears from before were now laughter and giggles as if we still were little girls. We enjoyed each other's bodies for a long while and then fell asleep naked together. When we woke up I made breakfast for both of us and we had it on the balcony in the morning sun and I was so happy. I smiled at Ingrid.

"I've always wanted this," I said. "Having breakfast with my wife in the sun on our balcony. And after we've finished breakfast persuading her to come back to bed with me for some lovely sex."

I put my hand on hers on the table and looked into her eyes.

"What do you say, darling? Let's take a shower together washing each other and then let nature take it's own course. You're so damn sexy and looking at you makes me so hot and wet. Come on, let's make love again!"

Ingrid smiled at me and I saw her eyes glittering like they did on the islet when we were kids. She stood up and smiled.

"Yes, my darling, no use trying to tell you I'm not in the mood. You know I am."

We went back inside and I took her robe off and lead her by the hand into my bathroom. Showering together and soaping each other up was rather new to us and we both loved it. And this time Ingrid showed me a new way to use the shower handle. It puzzles me I hadn't thought of using that for masturbating myself but I hadn't and neither had Ingrid. But she had overheard a conversation in the ladies room at the local mall between two teen girls discussing how to get the best orgasms ad then tried it herself when she came home.

An hour later we were cuddling on my bed after some hot love making and Ingrid held me so close.

"It's really tempting to stay with you for good," she said. "And be your wife. But... what will you tell your sons and their families."

I hadn't really thought about that but now I had to.

"The truth," I said. "I'll tell everybody that their mother and grandmother is an old dyke who has lived in a lie her entire life. And now she thinks it's her right to spend her remaining years with her beloved wife, Ingrid. It's time we stopped being ashamed of our love. I love you and you love me and that is a beautiful thing."

"I guess you're right," Ingrid said. "It's time to follow our hearts. Let people talk if they want to."

The next day Ingrid had two of her brothers helping her to get her personal belongings from her and Martin's home and with them around he didn't dare to try anything with her.She told him she was going to live with me for the time being and that she had signed the divorce papers and was going to post them the same day.

In the summer the year after we went back to our old village and managed to borrow a boat and go to our special little islet. A friend of ours were there with us and performed an unofficial wedding act and pronounced us wife and wife.

My sons were a little surprised at first when I told them about me and Ingrid but both of them accepted it. Anders asked me how I could stay for so many years with Einar if I loved somebody else.

"Because he was a very good man and because we had you and Michael," I told him.

"Did Dad know anything," he asked.

"Yes he did," I said. "I told him and asked him to forgive me for not being able to give hím the love he deserved."

"But you made him happy anyway," Anders said. "I can't remember ever hearing him say a bad word about you. Everybody has hard times now and then, even Sophia and I sometimes fight. But I try to do just as Dad used to do - walk away if the going gets too rough!"

On our 50th birthdays, being born the same day, Ingrid and I celebrated our first anniversary as "married" and both my sons with families came to celebrate with us. Michael and Anders of course had known Ingrid all their lives so she wasn't a stranger to either of them. Three days later we were told that Ingrid's ex husband Martin was found dead in his office. He had been drinking heavily for many years by then and probably that was what gave him a heart attack at only 50. After Martin's death Ingrid sort of bloomed for a long time and we were very, very happy. In fact we were happy for 16 years until Ingrid was ran over by a bus. She never regained consciousness for the five days they kept her alive. It's been ten years since the terrible day when I agreed to let the doctor turn the life saving machines off. Her brain was dead and with it her love for me so there was no point in keeping her alive.

I was devastated after her death, didn't want to live myself either. Not until the day when my youngest daughter in law, Anders wife Sophia, came to see me and told me she was pregnant.

"I talked to Anders about giving her Ingrid's name if it's a girl," she said. "Would that be alright with you?"

I gently stroke Sophia's still flat tummy and smiled.

"I think it would be very nice if you name your child Ingrid," I said.

And believe it or not - my granddaughter Ingrid was born on my birthday so this summer she will be 8 and I will be 76. Sometimes when she stays with me I put my hand between her legs when she is sleeping just to remember the feeling of touching a young girl's cunny. But she doesn't know that. I hope that she too will find someone to share a love story with.

For ten years I've been all alone and there hasn't been one single day without me thinking of Ingrid remembering our beautiful love. I cherish her grave and put fresh flowers on it almost daily. I also visit Einar's grave and the little stone that marks the place where little Marianne was buried. When I do I talk to all of them and although I'm not in any way religious I'm still convinced that when my time comes to leave this world my darling Ingrid will be waiting for me in the light in the end of the tunnel. And then we will be together again, me and my wife. Forever!