Good Things

When this whole Covid thing began, a friend and I both lost our jobs, so we decided to start our own online business. We are both in our late forties and divorced and this seemed like a perfect arrangement and it was.

Diane has a nice house with lots of room out on the edge of the country, so we set up and office there, and we really dedicated ourselves to making a go of this business, which meant spending a lot of hours working together which we had no problem doing. We got along very well and enjoyed the work.

Then of course the hot summer came and we were miserable, and we joked about working in the nude. So we tried that and liked it. It was a lot of fun and it was great being that way together as friends. There was this sort of refreshing openness and honesty about it. Well it wasn’t long before we found that also gave us the opportunity to be teasingly bisexual. Neither of us had ever done anything like that before, but we both thoroughly enjoyed this. It was so easy and wonderful.

To be honest, we had both pretty much given up on the idea of ever having another serious male-female relationship. Guys our age are all only interested in acquiring a maid with sexual privileges, or a substitute mother for their kids. Where is the romance and appeal in that I ask?

Our business started doing well, and since I was spending so much time at Diane’s house anyway, and we had started spending the occasional night together in the same bed, I just moved in. Now I suppose that we have become this “lesbian” couple, but neither of us care how people want to label it. She is just her and I am just me and it has been great and neither of us have ever had a better time. I have no kids, but Diane has a grown daughter, and when she told her about our arrangement her daughter was very accepting of it, and even admitted that she had some bisexual leanings (news to her mom).

So I have now found myself with this happy new life which I had never imagined or ever dreamed of. And I suppose that in many ways it is all thanks to Covid and climate change. Who says that good things don’t come out of bad things?

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by Anonymous on Jul 11, 2021 at 1:15 PM

For all that same reasons which you listed, I have become a divorced, forty-five year old bisexual female and I am enjoying the hell out of it!
I have found that there is a legend of women out there who feel just the same. So, sorry guys, but if you want a place between my legs, you had better start getting with it.

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