I was married about four months, and met a gorgeous, hot-bodied Latino woman in a bookstore. We chatted, found out were in the same work field, and became friends. She invited me for dinner, and I went, telling my wife I was going Christmas shopping. Went to the nurse’s house, found her irresistible, knew she was a lesbian, but went for it anyway. She started it though: asked me, during the house tour and looking at her cat, “want to see my pussy?”. Fun double-meaning.
We had hours of sex, didn’t even make dinner, and I drove home. Backed into a sidewalk and blew a tire, giving me a valid reason for being late. Only I knew I’d been enjoying a former ms. gay (can’t say her state) for three hours. True story.
