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Wet Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 30
My New Girlfriend, And I Have Permission
8 years into my relationship with Bob from Accounting we hired a new girl in the PR department as a proof reader and 'contributor'. My role is as HR Rep for the company, and I got butterflies when I first met her. That night after Bob had his fill, I crawled on him and told him about the new hire. Bob knows that from time to time I get excited about a girl here and there and I have permission, but no penetration allowed. He listened to me and let me know that I could bring her to bed with us, he would have me for dinner and her for desert.
The thought of what he said would not leave my mind. Every time I dealt with her I felt butterflies, and looked at her thinking of her under him and me waiting for him to return her to me after he finished his desert. At Bob's suggestion I asked her to help me organize the fall team spirit get together. I asked if she could come to my apartment on Saturday afternoon. .
She came in street clothes, hair pulled back, ready to work, not to talk. We went over the list of names, menu options, venue options, and activities, old stuff for me, new to her. But I did get her to disclose her choice in romance and it had little to do with a penis. Happy days, my instincts were spot on and after a couple of dates she spent the night in my king size bed. It was there while we caught our breath that I told her about Bob from Accounting. And his bill paying and his gilded cage, and his permissions for me to be with her.
She was more surprised at me getting permission to be with her than Bob paying my bills. But I helped her understand that I wasn't in a position to ruin things with Bob. And furthermore I had promised her to Bob, for desert. Don't think that there wasn't a lot of talks about it, and weeks went by before she agreed to have Bob poke her and have her for desert. It happened, on a Saturday night, he took us to New York, out to dinner and a Broadway show, and back to the hotel. Bob took his time, I smoothed things over from time to time, his appetite for her was total, he took her and took her until he was satisfied. And just like he promised, gave her back to me to hold.
It's not fair to Bob, he pays all the bills, for me for her, he's just not used to sharing me. But I do have his permission, and that's why we have another bird in his gilded cage. For me, and for when he wants desert.
The thought of what he said would not leave my mind. Every time I dealt with her I felt butterflies, and looked at her thinking of her under him and me waiting for him to return her to me after he finished his desert. At Bob's suggestion I asked her to help me organize the fall team spirit get together. I asked if she could come to my apartment on Saturday afternoon. .
She came in street clothes, hair pulled back, ready to work, not to talk. We went over the list of names, menu options, venue options, and activities, old stuff for me, new to her. But I did get her to disclose her choice in romance and it had little to do with a penis. Happy days, my instincts were spot on and after a couple of dates she spent the night in my king size bed. It was there while we caught our breath that I told her about Bob from Accounting. And his bill paying and his gilded cage, and his permissions for me to be with her.
She was more surprised at me getting permission to be with her than Bob paying my bills. But I helped her understand that I wasn't in a position to ruin things with Bob. And furthermore I had promised her to Bob, for desert. Don't think that there wasn't a lot of talks about it, and weeks went by before she agreed to have Bob poke her and have her for desert. It happened, on a Saturday night, he took us to New York, out to dinner and a Broadway show, and back to the hotel. Bob took his time, I smoothed things over from time to time, his appetite for her was total, he took her and took her until he was satisfied. And just like he promised, gave her back to me to hold.
It's not fair to Bob, he pays all the bills, for me for her, he's just not used to sharing me. But I do have his permission, and that's why we have another bird in his gilded cage. For me, and for when he wants desert.
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