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Wet Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 59
I Met This Girl Ten Years Ago, She Is Moved In To Live With Us
My husband worked for a fairly large company. The corporate department alone was over four hundred. He spent a lot of time working for the Board and that included travel. I grew up and have never seen someone in a Tuxedo, and now I was attending parties with men in Tuxedos, my husband owned four. I wore expensive dresses, shoes and handbags, expensive j*welry. I had never seen money like my husband earned, bonus in the hundreds of thousands, his weekly salary more than I had earned in a year as secretary when I met him.
I had two children and was another one of the housewives, with stints of volunteerism and fund raising. It was at one of these fundraiser that I met Alma, a small young woman who worked with a charity for the Hispanic American Women college initiatives. I don't know why I kissed her, and much less why she kissed back, but after the kiss there wasn't any way to take it back. I told my husband that night and he told me to cool it, don't talk to her again. But Alma wanted to talk to me, and I was too overwhelmed to say no to her.
My husband told me to bring her home with me, and he would take care of her. He took her to the bedroom and after he was done with her he told me she was just about the best he had ever had, excepting me of course. Alma didn't flinch, she was just as affectionate back to him as she was to me. Alma became a real problem, she had sex with both of us, and she didn't mind being in the middle. It was something that rose from nowhere and now she was both our lover.
We tried to break it off, well my husband told me to manage it. It went bad, it was bad, lots of crying and accusing. I had kissed her, so was I now telling her that she had to leave. And my husband had sex with her, to please me. And he had sex with her while she was having sex with me. She let him have sex with her to please me. It wasn't long before I felt threatened she would expose us. My husband's job and career, my reputation. I caved over and over, and in return Alma gave every ounce of herself to me.
My husband wasn't so nice about it, he had dealt with troubling girls before. He offered her money, she didn't want money. He offered to make a large contribution to her charity, she didn't want money for her charity. Alma wanted one thing and one thing only, to be with me. We hired her to be my personal social secretary, the cover story for lesbian lovers. Living in our home with us, Alma was what seemed to be a hundred times over more affectionate and sexy. She got in bed beside me, that my husband was there and he might grab her didn't matter. When he did, she went on her back in a second, opening her legs for him. She gave back, grabbed onto him, how could this young girl be such a lesbian with me?
She went to college, in town, a commuter. Five years later she had a Master's in Social Services. Five years later it was impossible to explain her, living with me and my husband, ever affectionate to me. There was no such thing as keeping her down, she clung to me, and to make me uncomfortable with my friends and family she rubbed her nose against my breast and said her love yous out loud. Her giving to my husband was often and complete, she called him Papi, and was always available to him.
When my husband turned sixty, we had a large party. She was the most beautiful girl there, and there was no difficulty seeing her comfort and affection to us. Tongues had wagged for a long time by then, where did you find her? Can't believe you still have your little pet girl with you. Friends that were close to me wanted to know what making love to her was like, others wanted to know if my husband had sex with her in front of me. I kept my mouth shut mostly, but I had spilled the beans more than once to several women. The common answer was that if they had a girl like that living with them, they would become lesbian for her too.
She is thirty two now, and she has her life working for her charity. With my husband's backing she raises significant money for college bills for girls from her neighborhood. The young innocent girl I met ten years ago is a woman now in all her glory, still beautiful, still giving, she is as 'hot' for him today as she was the day he first had her. Our sex, or lovemaking is so much cuddling and kissing, so much sleeping in my arms, she loves to be held and rocked and have her pretty lips kissed. I don't make love to her, not like my husband does, I'm more of her over loving mother.
I had two children and was another one of the housewives, with stints of volunteerism and fund raising. It was at one of these fundraiser that I met Alma, a small young woman who worked with a charity for the Hispanic American Women college initiatives. I don't know why I kissed her, and much less why she kissed back, but after the kiss there wasn't any way to take it back. I told my husband that night and he told me to cool it, don't talk to her again. But Alma wanted to talk to me, and I was too overwhelmed to say no to her.
My husband told me to bring her home with me, and he would take care of her. He took her to the bedroom and after he was done with her he told me she was just about the best he had ever had, excepting me of course. Alma didn't flinch, she was just as affectionate back to him as she was to me. Alma became a real problem, she had sex with both of us, and she didn't mind being in the middle. It was something that rose from nowhere and now she was both our lover.
We tried to break it off, well my husband told me to manage it. It went bad, it was bad, lots of crying and accusing. I had kissed her, so was I now telling her that she had to leave. And my husband had sex with her, to please me. And he had sex with her while she was having sex with me. She let him have sex with her to please me. It wasn't long before I felt threatened she would expose us. My husband's job and career, my reputation. I caved over and over, and in return Alma gave every ounce of herself to me.
My husband wasn't so nice about it, he had dealt with troubling girls before. He offered her money, she didn't want money. He offered to make a large contribution to her charity, she didn't want money for her charity. Alma wanted one thing and one thing only, to be with me. We hired her to be my personal social secretary, the cover story for lesbian lovers. Living in our home with us, Alma was what seemed to be a hundred times over more affectionate and sexy. She got in bed beside me, that my husband was there and he might grab her didn't matter. When he did, she went on her back in a second, opening her legs for him. She gave back, grabbed onto him, how could this young girl be such a lesbian with me?
She went to college, in town, a commuter. Five years later she had a Master's in Social Services. Five years later it was impossible to explain her, living with me and my husband, ever affectionate to me. There was no such thing as keeping her down, she clung to me, and to make me uncomfortable with my friends and family she rubbed her nose against my breast and said her love yous out loud. Her giving to my husband was often and complete, she called him Papi, and was always available to him.
When my husband turned sixty, we had a large party. She was the most beautiful girl there, and there was no difficulty seeing her comfort and affection to us. Tongues had wagged for a long time by then, where did you find her? Can't believe you still have your little pet girl with you. Friends that were close to me wanted to know what making love to her was like, others wanted to know if my husband had sex with her in front of me. I kept my mouth shut mostly, but I had spilled the beans more than once to several women. The common answer was that if they had a girl like that living with them, they would become lesbian for her too.
She is thirty two now, and she has her life working for her charity. With my husband's backing she raises significant money for college bills for girls from her neighborhood. The young innocent girl I met ten years ago is a woman now in all her glory, still beautiful, still giving, she is as 'hot' for him today as she was the day he first had her. Our sex, or lovemaking is so much cuddling and kissing, so much sleeping in my arms, she loves to be held and rocked and have her pretty lips kissed. I don't make love to her, not like my husband does, I'm more of her over loving mother.
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