Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... table five minutes later to see the three women laughing hysterically. For some reason, I didn't feel nearly as comfortable as when I left.

Two-year-old Kayla Lassiter was running around our sprawling house with our two Labrador Retrievers, giggling hysterically while her parents sat sipping iced tea at our kitchen table with four of her six grandparents. Jack and Elinore lived about 45 minutes west of us and spent a lot of time at our house with our first grandchild.

Jack's parents, Marcia and Tom, admitted to being a little jealous at how often we got to see Kayla, so we invited them to spend a week with us at Christmas so all six grandparents and Uncle Roman could enjoy the holiday together. Marcia was an easy sell since it also gave her a chance to see her best friend, Deb, who she hadn't seen in the year since Deb and I married and Deb moved to Santa Fe.

Tom was a little tougher sell. He admitted to me privately when the two arrived that he was uncomfortable around Bobbie and Stephanie, never having close personal contact with lesbians before.

"They're just regular married people the same as you and Marcia are. That's really all you need to know, dude. I'd trust either one of them with my wallet, my wife, my daughter, my granddaughter and my life," I explained to him.

"Well, I have to admit they're both very attractive women," he said. "I always thought lesbians were... ugly and masculine-looking. That's definitely not the case with them."

I could see ...

... he looked uncomfortable when I laughed heartily at his statement.

"Good lord, no," I chuckled back.

"Don't overthink things, Tom. They're still women. They've each got more shoes than you and me put together."

Deb was everything in a wife I could have wanted and didn't have a clue I needed. I was on the laid-back side and she was anything but. I didn't think I lacked for energy, but the woman just couldn't sit still.

The first spring she lived with us I had to till her out a garden. We... read me... then spent hours planting all sorts of salad vegetables, while she supervised. I gave her a hard time about being part cat, because everyone knows cats are nature's best supervisors.

Bobbie and Stephanie fell in love with her--figuratively--almost as fast as I did literally. That didn't stop them, though, from warning her before we got married that they would both pound her to dust if she broke my heart. She seemed pretty shook up when she told me that the day after they made their announcement to her.

"I'm pretty sure they weren't kidding you, babe," I said, serious as a heart attack. "We have each other's backs all the time."

"I know they weren't kidding me. I don't plan on ever hurting you, but if I do, I won't be hanging around here. I'll pull a runner so fast your head will spin. That's called self-preservation," she said.

Deb convinced Marcia and Tom that Santa Fe was a great place to retire, and that's exactly what they did eight years later. They ...