Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... lovers, that should decrease the chances of us splitting up, like..."

"All right, you don't have to say it: like my wife and I."

Bobbie was indeed a beautiful woman, but since I knew she played for the other team, I would never make a move on her: that would be the ultimate in rude. Still, I had grown... fond of her, to say the least. Both of us absolutely loved Elinore off the charts. The plan sounded... actually, it made really good sense, to my way of thinking.

Bonded by a commitment to Elinore, and maybe because there were no emotional and sexual games in play, the friendship between Bobbie and I grew tight. The three of us grew into a real family, which only got tighter when Elinore starting calling us Mommy and Daddy, apparently something she picked up from the other children at daycare.

Who knew two little words could have such an effect on two grown adults? The first time she called me Daddy when I picked her up, my heart about grew out of my chest. The first time she referred to Bobbie as Mommy, I thought Bobbie would come totally unglued. She had just finished tying Elinore's shoes and Elinore said, "Thank you, Mommy." Bobbie choked for a second, then ran into the bathroom so Elinore couldn't see her tears.

She came out of the bathroom two minutes later, tears still in her eyes but a big smile on her face.

"Yeah, Mommy, it got to me, too," I told her.

She punched me hard on the right arm. I smiled and nodded.

Except for the fact that ...

... Bobbie and I never engaged in any cute husband and wife touching, I thought we blended in well with the parents of Elinore's friends at school and social events over the next several years. We told the truth about not being married to those who asked, and we never really engaged in childbirth stories, sort of deflecting and ignoring those discussions.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when Vivian--yes, that Vivian--showed up at our front door one Saturday morning about four years after I left her.

"Umm, Oliver, someone is here at the door for you," Bobbie said from the living room while I sat at the kitchen table playing blocks with Elinore.

Elinore followed me into the living room, and I'm not sure which one of us looked more shocked--me or Vivian.

"Is... is she yours, Q?" my wife asked while looking at Elinore like she'd seen a ghost.

I had to close my gaping mouth to answer.

"Well... she's ours actually," I said, pointing from Bobbie to me.

"Yours? She can't be yours. We're still married..."

I could see this wasn't going to be easy for Vivian, who looked like she was ready to crumble to the floor. I offered her a seat on our sofa, and she quickly sat down.

"Calm down, Viv. Bobbie and I aren't married, but Elinore is still our daughter," I said.

"Oh... oh good, sort of... We could work with that," Vivian mumbled.

"What are you talking about, Vivian? Why are you here after all this time? Aren't we divorced at this point?" I fired off ...