Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... come in and see you... Vivian," I said as I looked quickly at her name placard next to her window.

She blushed adorably and then packed me away with a thousand-megawatt smile. When she bit her bottom lip, I realized she had some interest in me, as well.

I chose her line for the next two weeks, even when there was an open line at another teller's station. The other teller called me over, but I just smiled and pointed at Vivian. The other teller got my meaning immediately and nodded back at me.

I like to think I'm a calm, rational guy, but I'm also not shy around women. The next week, I asked Vivian on a date. She accepted.

Vivian proved to be outgoing and smart. She came from a fairly well-to-do family and her parents still funded some of her lifestyle. I found out when I met her parents that her father, a fairly well-known attorney in our city, had a special spot in his heart for his youngest child and only daughter. I found out that what Vivian wanted, she usually got if Daddy's money and/or influence could make it happen.

I was on track for bigger things at Bishop Enterprises, which made both Vivian and her parents happy. As our relationship moved along, John Langer made it quite clear that he expected me to keep his daughter in the style to which she had become accustomed.

"Quincy, be good to my daughter and do the right thing by her, and her mother and I will treat you like family, but treat her poorly, or God forbid, put your hands on her, and you ...

... will have an enemy for life with a lot of friends," John told me.

Yes, Quincy is my real first name, which is why Vivian and almost everyone else who knows me call me Q. It's a family name. The first-born son in every Navarro family for four generations has been named Quincy. My uncle is still alive, so my parents actually call me "Four." Vivian's parents are the exception to that rule. Everybody else in the Langer family calls me Q, except for John and Barbara.

Twenty months after our first date, Vivian and I were married in a large affair that boggled my mind, as well as that of my parents. The officiant was actually a state judge, and one of our guests was a United States senator, who Vivian lovingly calls "Uncle Sherm."

Before the marriage, Vivian and I had agreed to delay having children until we were 30, so we could gain traction in both our jobs and with our bank account. Her 30th birthday was two weeks before our weekend in Chicago.

I had two suitcases packed and the trunk of my car loaded with most of my valued possessions by the time midnight rolled around. I had called my younger brother, Bill, and he agreed that I could stay hidden at his house an hour away for a couple of days until I could get my life sorted out. He and his wife agreed that they wouldn't tell anyone I was at their house, even if it meant lying to my wife. Although she hadn't yet realized I had left Chicago, probably still busy fucking her bonus boyfriend, I knew she'd figure it out by ...