First let me thank the group that is Ianallen0947 for letting me join and share the story of our marriage. My wife is Linda and I am Les, short for Lester. Our marriage is not what some would call not conventional. You see she is a lesbian and I am gay. We met in high school and when we had several classes together senior year.
We ended up having to do a project together and partway through it I was at her house and when we went to her room. The first thing I noticed was she only had posters of female celebrities on her walls. My sister had teenage rock start boys on hers. Linda saw I was looking at them and got kind of a funny look on her face.
She said: "I like girls get over it."
I told her: "I wish I could put up posters on my walls, but if I did my parents would freak out."
She said: "Why they think it would damage the walls?"
I replayed: "No, they would find out I like guys."
She said: "What a pair we make, a fag and a dyke."
I thought a minute and said: "That is not a bad idea, we become a couple. It would be a good cover for both of us at school and with our parents."
Linda thought a minute and said: "I like it and I will add a couple of guy posters to help sell it when I have friends over. Pick two of mine for me to replace and you can put them up in your room."
So, we became a couple and I would pick her up for school and drop her off. Hold hands going into school and if we were early me would make out in my car. By the time prom came around we were considered the couple most likely to do it before prom instead of after. We were so convincing the class voted us prom King and Queen.
Linda was an Honor Society student and accepted at every college she applied to. I on the other hand was a low B high C student and only got accepted to two colleges. We talked it over and decided she should pick one of the out of state schools so we could be more open with our sexuality. She in rolled at Boston University and I was able to enroll in some night classes there.
My father started teaching me how to fix cars since I was twelve and I was able to get a decent paying job in a garage in Brookline. Both parents split the cost of a studio apartment for us. Our mothers had become friends and the summer after we graduated high school, we let them catch us having oral sex. To help us sell the illusion we were a true couple. What that did was show us we enjoyed going down on each other. From that day on we would get each other off with our mouths.
Other than oral sex we were not interested in having intercourse with each other. I had had sex with several guys and Linda had been with a few girls. By May we both realized we were in love emotionally and decided we wanted to be together the rest of our lives. We knew the only way for that to work was to not go back home to Texas after we finished school.
So, we decided to live in the Boston area. The lease on our apartment ran through the summer and we had the option to renew it. Linda's degree was in Physical therapy mad mine was is Business management. We both got jobs during our senior year so we didn't have to hunt for employment. The pay was enough to cover our overhead. Both of our jobs were in down town Boston so we didn't need the expense of a car. Weekends we would eat lunch together then. she would go to the lesbian bars and I hit the gay clubs. We had one rule, we never brought anyone back to our apartment.
It was 2007 five years after we graduated there was a recession and Linda's company went out of business. We had some savings so we were ok till she could get another job. Then my company down sized and I was let go. Now money was going to be tight and we both need to take any job we could get. Linda answered an ad for a massage therapist, it was not what she normally did, but she was qualified to do it. She knew right away this was not a legit massage therapy place when the woman showed her the uniform she would have to wear. It was one piece with a bottom that just covered her pussy and left a good deal of her ass cheeks out. Attached to the bottom were two strips that went up her front and just barely covered her nipples, leaving almost all her tits exposed. The strips fastened behind her neck with Velcro, as did the two sides on the bottom.
Linda asked her: "Why the Velcro?"
Th woman told her: "So you can remove it quickly for the client's enjoyment."
Linda asked: "So, just so he can enjoy looking at me as I give him his massage?"
The woman smiled and told her: "Or her, we do women here as well. Some clients enjoy it if you use your tits to rub them or so thy can feel your bare tits, ass, or finger your pussy. You set your own price for what every you do sexually."
Linda said: "Just what would I be expected to do sexually with a client."
The woman told her: "No anal, condoms for all blowjobs and fucking, eating pussy a dental shield is mandatory no matter who is eating who."
Linda told her: "I am not desperate enough to take a job as a whore, thank you for the interview."
I went on two interviews that day and there were at least twenty others there for the job. Figuring I had nothing to lose I call the garage I had worked at Freshman year to see if I could get some part time work. They said they had nothing right now but would keep me in mind. When I got back to the apartment the landlord had the hood up on his car. So I asked him what was wrong.
He said: "Fucked if I know it just won't start."
I told him: "I use to work fixing cars, let me take a look."
He moved aside and I spotted the problem right away. The battery terminals were corroded and just needed to be cleaned. I got my tool kit and fixed it for him.
He asked me: "Can you do brakes and other stuff?"
I told him: "Yes, that and a whole lot more."
He said: "My kid's car needs brakes how much to do it?"
I told him: "I need to see the car before I can answer that. But if you buy the parts that are needed after I check it out my labor if it is just replacing the pads, fifty bucks. If it is more than that I will let you know before I do any work."
Linda got home and told me about her interview saying: "It was a whore house posing as a therapeutic massage business. The woman thought nothing about telling me I would be required to have intercourse with the clients or that as soon as I was alone with the client, I was required to get naked."
I asked her: "What about the cops aren't they worried about being busted? "
She said: "I don't think so, I cop came in while I was with her. She handed him an envelope which I think was a pay off."
I said: "Thank God we are not that desperate."