Where Happiness May Be

I was reading on here about bisexual affairs and such. At the age of forty-nine I started having a bisexual fling with a younger women who was thirty. We were both divorced, and for both of us this just seemed like something fun to do. Well, our fling turned into an affair. Neither of us had thought of ourselves as being lesbians. We both liked men.
And, now eight years later, well, we are living together and quite openly, and neither of us has ever been more happy.
When I told my son what was going on, and that she and I were planning on libing rtogether, my son surprised me. He said “so long as your happy, mom, Go for it.” So I did and with no regrets. Never have even looked back.
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