After Being Married To A Queer I'm Now In A FWB Relationship
At 28 I got divorced for all of the reasons. I kept the condo, leased, and one morning when I am getting ready for work I back out of the garage and the garage door falls on my car, piece of shit that it was. My neighbor in the same building hears the noise and comes out to check. He looks at the car and the garage door and says I'm fucked.
He is a consultant and works from home so he offered to take me to work and deal with the garage door. He picks me up after work and takes me to dinner and tells me that the garage door is fixed but the car is fucked. No, I don't have comprehensive only liability. So he says then I'm royally fucked and the car will cost more to fix than to buy a new one. As is, I won't get shit for the car so I am royally fucked.
On the way home he asks if I fuck for a living. I say no, and he says I thought maybe I was a hooker, a high class hooker, you know seeing as how attractive I was. Anyway that's what my husband told him and that's why he divorced me. I deny it because it is not true, but he continues. Fuck him and he will get me a car, not once, fuck him like whenever he wants. Be his private squeeze. Make up my mind before we get back home.
I'm no prude and I've been fucked by men other than my husband, but zero fucked since I got married, the main reason why I got divorced. My husband likes walking on the other side of the street. He married me for the money as I had a job and he is a freelance writer. A queer freelance writer and he doesn't like women but won't live with a guy. Anyway here I am, screwed to the wall, no car and this man offers to put me back in a car if I spread my legs for him. Why not? I'm sure I'm not the first and won't be the last.
He's rough and tough and takes me with pleasure. Not my way but what can I do, spread them and take it like a woman. At least I finally get fucked after two years living with a queer. I get a car just like he said, not new but one of those loaners that the dealers sell when they have too many miles on them. It's a Honda, but who cares much better than the piece of shit I was driving. I get fucked across the hood in the garage with the garage door that works, sort of to remind me.
This man likes attention, sucking him while he watches TV. He likes it in the kitchen, hitting me up over the sink. He wants to have his clams served hot and wet, sitting on the table with my legs open and he digs in. He wants to try it up the ass to see if it's true it's tighter than pussy. He doesn't leave me alone, it's worse than being married. The sex I mean, I refuse to do housework for him so he is over at my place with his laundry bag and I have to do it and get fucked while the washer is going.
I stopped counting how many times he fucked me. It has the be the cheapest car he ever bought, if you figure in what hookers (high class hookers because he never went low class) costs. I know you can't wear out a pussy, but it feels like it. Kidding, but really, does he have to fuck so often? I like it, hell who wouldn't? A man with a wallet and a hard dick and right next door and all I have to do is bend over? I like my car, it's really nice, much nicer than my piece of shit and he buys me other things, girls like. Like makeup and spa treatments, and he buys me clothes and doesn't mind watching me try clothes on (I won't let him watch me get dressed at home, he can see me either dressed, bent over or naked, but no dress and undress I'm not a stripper).
I thought about it, at a tablespoon full for each time he shoots his load, I must have a quart or two of cum in me. I know it's absorbed, but just for comparison. He has fucked me more than all the times I got fucked before he took over. It's like being married, I get the loads and I don't mean laundry, he gets his pussy fix, we go out to eat so I don't have to cook except sometimes and he gets his dick sucked watching the game on TV (he's not a beer drinker so I don't have to be going back and forth to the fridge).
A girl I know, I won't say who, told me that I'm making my living with my body, selling it for cheap. I should get a ring but if I do I will be married and I will end up cooking and cleaning. And what if he wants to pump me up? You know that happens when men think about it, what else is wife for? That's the one they pump babies into and I'm not ready for that.
