Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... the sofa, gave me a half-smile, and left the apartment and, I hoped, my life forever.

Bobbie sent Elinore up to her room to play. She took my hand and directed me to the sofa, sitting down next to me with our knees touching. She had a look similar to the one Elinore did a few minutes ago.

"Did you mean what you said to your wife a few minutes ago... about us being an... us?" she said.

"Completely," I answered. "I know you and I don't love each other... like that... but I do love you. I trust you completely. I respect you and I believe you respect me as well. And I know you love us... us. You get it."

"I do," she said simply, smiling brightly.

I suppose finally having an official divorce should have helped my attitude with dating, but I knew I wasn't going to run out and start fucking every decent-looking willing woman I came across. That was never who I was before I got married, and now that I had a family, it was definitely a lower priority. I still occasionally had my fun, but I wasn't looking for the next Mrs. Navarro.

Bobbie dated more than I did and had a better social life than I did. We kept in constant communication about those things and made sure our daughter was always first in our planning. We also had a rule that no dates were to be brought home by either one of us for anything other than a meal.

Elinore was probably close to 11 when Bobbie and I made the tough decision that she was ready to learn the truth about whom she was and whom we ...

... were. I know that on the night we were going to tell her, there were two adults who were sweating bullets. We had been talking about this for almost a year.

The three of us shed a lot of tears that night. We showed Elinore photos of her birth mother and explained her mother's relationship to both Bobbie and me. We also had to explain about Angel being a bisexual and Bobbie being a lesbian. Of course we also had to explain about our decision not to give Elinore to the state and raise her ourselves.

"So we're not a family by blood. We're a family by love," Bobbie summed up.

I know Elinore was perplexed and anxious for several days as she worked out for herself what Bobbie and I had laid on her. She was a bright child and mature for her age, and several days later it seemed to congeal in her brain.

"You guys could have just let child services take me. Wouldn't that have been easier for you both?" she asked while we were eating dinner.

"Doing the right thing isn't always the easy thing," I answered. "I've never regretted my decision for a minute... except maybe when you threw up birthday cake all over my new suit when you were six... and I'm sure Mom hasn't regretted it either."

A tearful Bobbie nodded her head while wiping her nose with a tissue.

In addition to our own friends, Bobbie and I had several friends we had developed as a couple, and occasionally she and I went out for an evening with several of those friends. Bobbie enjoyed dancing, so every now and ...