Discovering that I like being the lesbian in the triangle
I graduated with a general management degree from college and got a job for a large manufacturing plant. The head of accounting, a lady in her forties took interest in me and more or less forced me to sign up and take courses towards my master's degree.
She had me over to her house, where she always made sure she had a home cooked meal, and in the warm months she invited me to swim in her pool. She kept up with my studies and taught me the ways of corporate culture and was basically my mentor.
One evening I was at her house and her kids were there from college and her husband was there and she asked me if I thought I might want to get to know her husband better. She went on to tell me that he had expressed interest in me and she thought it would be good for my career to be nice to him, and she whispered 'in the Biblical sense'. She told me he was a very experienced lover and he would teach me and that was the type of experience that would hold me in good stead.
There was no doubt in her mind, he had asked and she wanted more than anything for her husband to have what he wanted. She undressed me, she got me hot, or wet, she had small hands and it felt like she put her whole hand in me, and once I was wet she used her mouth before calling her husband to come in. He was bigger than I thought, maybe because I was so small and naked and after she guided his ** in me, she got on his back for the ride as he pumped his last ounce of ** in me.
She liked having ** with me and having him have ** with me or her. As long as we were together. One day when we were making an apple pie she slipped and told me that from the day she first saw me she wanted me and wanted to introduce me to her husband.
It was good for my career, he was very influential, and with my masters I got a much better job. As time went by, and we are talking several years, the pace slowed down and after she made love with me, she let her husband finish, before finishing herself with me. For me it was about being able to make love with her, if her husband wasn't around because he was on a trip, we still made love. In many ways I went along because I wanted to please her, and she wanted to please her husband, a triangle sort of thing.
We didn't use labels, but if a label had to be used, I am more the lesbian, he is definitely the macho man, and she is the one who is bisexual. It takes three to Tango, we each have our side of the triangle and we fit like a hand in glove.
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