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Down on my luck and broke I met a lesbian, we got married
I was divorced and not looking. I was also broke. My job had become ordinary and boring. I was drinking, alone in my apartment. My wife got everything, I had an old couch and a mattress and one kitchen chair. I wasn't looking for sympathy. Pretty typical, after twenty years she takes the kids and the house and the furniture and the good car, and the lawyers get the rest.
It was while I was in this mood that I met Carla. She lived a couple of doors down from me. She was a self admitted lesbian, also going through hard times. She is the one that suggested we save money by sharing an apartment. Since I had less than she did I gave my notice and moved in with her and ditched the sofa. I was sleeping on a mattress in the second room, but the place had only one bathroom.
One night without any forewarning she offered to give me a handjob. Get me off. She had me sit on the sofa and she used her right hand with her left arm around the back of me. She concentrated, and went back several times for more lubricant, in the form of a hand cream. When she got me to cum, she was excited. She had never seen cum shoot out. She took some of it and rubbed it between her fingers, before giving it a taste. She then said 'fuck me'.
It was a thing of her not being able to get any pussy and she needed a 'good fucking'. Carla, mind you, wasn't some siren. Like me she wasn't young anymore, like me she was broke and that means her clothes and her makeup went lacking. But she did have a pussy, and I needed a pussy the minute she offered. I 'fucked' her, not foreplay, no love, just a hard ass fuck. Then it was over. I had had two ejaculations, one after the other, and she had almost reached orgasm, but fell short. So she 'rubbed' one out sitting on the couch beside me. She asked me if I liked pussy, and told me she had always liked pussy.
Five years after I moved in with Carla we got married. Alone in the JP's courtroom. I married a lesbian and she married a straight man. She doesn't care if I get lucky and pick up a whore in a hotel bar, of if she picks up some lesbian chick who is broke and needs a place to sleep. For some reason she goes for the broke baby lesbians. I tend to go for the thirty five year old hookers in the hotel bar. And she gives me my share of hand jobs, and if I haven't been lucky she lets me fuck her.
I'm a mother fucker
Why would you get married again after you lost everything in the first marriage?
I know right? Live with the girl if you want to but don't marry her.
As long as it is working for you both, that's great!