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Wet Stories
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Bi-Sexual Female / 38
Although It Wasn't Planned We Have A Three Party Sex Life
I grew up in a small town with a college. My father taught at the high school and was an adjunct professor at the college. He also worked as a track coach at the high school. He was well known around town. My mother was a church lady, and she taught piano to kids at home. I had one brother and one sister, and I was in the middle. I suffered from a condition that some girls can identify with, I was small and pretty and men and guys all wanted to be with me. I developed an independent streak in high school and decided I was going away to college.
In college I stayed in a dorm and met my roommate there. She liked girls and she told me. She got in bed with me and kissed me. She pulled my pants down, stripped my shirt off. She sat on her bed with legs open inviting me to come for dinner. I didn't participate or respond but also didn't stop her. When she walked around naked I watched her. I did like seeing her naked, and I liked watching her boobs move. I started to like her pubic patch and started to think about kissing her.
One day when she invited me to dinner, I went over to her bed and got on my knees and stuck my face in her. She slammed her legs shut and grabbed me by the hair and I suffocated. When I finally was able to come up for air all I could say was 'what the fuck girl'. She told me she would sit back and I went back to where I was and this time she didn't slam her legs together and she caressed my head while I had dinner. I think, am pretty sure, that I was already in love with her, but after that day I no longer cared and told her I loved her.
That was the beginning of a college love affair. Thanksgiving at my house, Easter at her house. Slipping my tongue in her at my house was over the top erotic. None of this escaped my parents. I was totally obsessed with her.
When my cousin finished dental college and came home to work with the town dentist he was invited over to my house for Christmas dinner. My mother pushed me into him. Made me serve his plate. Pick up his plate. Sit with him and 'entertain' him. She was very vocal that he needed a wife and I was good stock and I would have nice babies. Suck his cock, and show him you want to get married. I told my mother I didn't suck cock, never did, and didn't want to. Suck his cock anyway. And get married.
Although I was an assertive college senior I submitted to my mother's wishes, except for the cock sucking part, and I 'served' him when I was with him, and helped to decorate his apartment. Give it the woman touch. I told him that the second room would make a good nursery. Now all he needed was a wife, and I would be a good wife to him. I didn't 'throw' myself at him, but made it clear I was available if he was interested.
On his side his mother pushed him to marry me, and we got married right after I graduated. I did the wife thing and had a baby ten months later and a second one eighteen months after that. We bought a house in the family neighborhood so my mother could help with the children. I sucked his cock like my mother told me, and served his dinner. But one day, he hired a hygienist. She was so womanly, I had to push my face between her boobs, and her legs. I had to. And she was receptive.
The affair became public. Not quite into the papers, but at church and everywhere. My husband kept his head high and told me that I was at fault for not controlling it. If I liked her that much then I should think of living with her. But the kids stayed with him. It was the kids that kept me washing dishes and serving dinner. It was harder and harder to suck his cock, and I laid there when he wanted get his rocks off. I just couldn't work up any interest.
The long story part is that he 'gave me permission' to see her and she stayed on as his hygienist. More than once he grabbed me by the hips and gave it to me while I had my face between her legs. She refused to allow him, but time worked against her. If she was in bed with us, then he had access to her. It became regular behavior. He gets what he wants, I get what I want and she gets what she wants. And it takes three to tango.
In college I stayed in a dorm and met my roommate there. She liked girls and she told me. She got in bed with me and kissed me. She pulled my pants down, stripped my shirt off. She sat on her bed with legs open inviting me to come for dinner. I didn't participate or respond but also didn't stop her. When she walked around naked I watched her. I did like seeing her naked, and I liked watching her boobs move. I started to like her pubic patch and started to think about kissing her.
One day when she invited me to dinner, I went over to her bed and got on my knees and stuck my face in her. She slammed her legs shut and grabbed me by the hair and I suffocated. When I finally was able to come up for air all I could say was 'what the fuck girl'. She told me she would sit back and I went back to where I was and this time she didn't slam her legs together and she caressed my head while I had dinner. I think, am pretty sure, that I was already in love with her, but after that day I no longer cared and told her I loved her.
That was the beginning of a college love affair. Thanksgiving at my house, Easter at her house. Slipping my tongue in her at my house was over the top erotic. None of this escaped my parents. I was totally obsessed with her.
When my cousin finished dental college and came home to work with the town dentist he was invited over to my house for Christmas dinner. My mother pushed me into him. Made me serve his plate. Pick up his plate. Sit with him and 'entertain' him. She was very vocal that he needed a wife and I was good stock and I would have nice babies. Suck his cock, and show him you want to get married. I told my mother I didn't suck cock, never did, and didn't want to. Suck his cock anyway. And get married.
Although I was an assertive college senior I submitted to my mother's wishes, except for the cock sucking part, and I 'served' him when I was with him, and helped to decorate his apartment. Give it the woman touch. I told him that the second room would make a good nursery. Now all he needed was a wife, and I would be a good wife to him. I didn't 'throw' myself at him, but made it clear I was available if he was interested.
On his side his mother pushed him to marry me, and we got married right after I graduated. I did the wife thing and had a baby ten months later and a second one eighteen months after that. We bought a house in the family neighborhood so my mother could help with the children. I sucked his cock like my mother told me, and served his dinner. But one day, he hired a hygienist. She was so womanly, I had to push my face between her boobs, and her legs. I had to. And she was receptive.
The affair became public. Not quite into the papers, but at church and everywhere. My husband kept his head high and told me that I was at fault for not controlling it. If I liked her that much then I should think of living with her. But the kids stayed with him. It was the kids that kept me washing dishes and serving dinner. It was harder and harder to suck his cock, and I laid there when he wanted get his rocks off. I just couldn't work up any interest.
The long story part is that he 'gave me permission' to see her and she stayed on as his hygienist. More than once he grabbed me by the hips and gave it to me while I had my face between her legs. She refused to allow him, but time worked against her. If she was in bed with us, then he had access to her. It became regular behavior. He gets what he wants, I get what I want and she gets what she wants. And it takes three to tango.
