Making A Go It In The Straight World

A good friend from work invited me to his marriage. He's not my only gay friend. The wedding was similar, but on the deck of a gay bar. Waiting in the beer line I got grabbed by the ass, mistaken identification. I suppose there were other straight people, but it felt like I was alone there.

I talked about it with my coworker Sonja, she laughed at me, no pussy. I told her a couple of women were there but they looked like men not women. She told me she was going to tell me something, she ate pussy. That's why she wasn't married.

I said right then I wanted good old American pussy. She said, it's no longer available. But if I wanted her, I could have her, just let her know.

I thought she was kidding. She said I could have her if I wanted, make an honest woman of her, ring on the finger, a house with a room to grow a family in. Just don't keep her holding.

We got married at a small chapel, friends and family. She said, she was straight now, she didn't want me chasing pussy. She kept her end of the bargain, I found a four bedroom.

She's holding me to her warning, she didn't say anything about partying with my gay friends. Some of which want to share their weenies. A man's got to know who his friends are. Now she has to decide, chase wild pussy, or go spend time with the gay boys. But for now I've got home pussy, so I'm sticking with it.