“Well, I don’t think you’d be okay with it, per se.”
“I’m not.” She shook her head.
“Do you promise to keep whatever I tell you between us?” I reached out and linked her hand in mine.
“Who would I tell? I’m not planning on ruining my career.”
“That’s not entirely what I mean.”
“What do you mean then?”
I was just going to lay it all out there. A take it or leave it situation. “Carrie and I are married, but it’s not your traditional marriage.”
She tilted her head slightly as if to process what I was saying. “Meaning your swingers, and therefore it’s okay for you to have sex here?”
I laughed. “Kinda.”
“Kinda?”
I took a deep breath. “I came to the States on a school VISA.” She scrunched her eyebrows. “After college, I was to return to Leeds, but I didn’t want to go back, and Carrie didn’t want me to go back, so we came up with a plan.”
“To get married?” Peyton asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, we got married a week later at the Courthouse, and I eventually got a Green Card.”
She went silent, staring at me with her beautiful mocha eyes. “So you’re only married so you can stay in the U.S.?”
I nodded.
“Okay. I get why you would do that, but why would Carrie?”
I grinned. “Because she’s my best mate and we both like pussy.”
Peyton’s eyes widened. “She’s a lesbian?”
I nodded again.
“But women can get married to each other,” she countered.
“Now they can, but not nine years ago.”
“You’ve been married for nine years?” she exclaimed.
“Fuck, I guess so.” I chuckled.
“But four or so years ago same-sex marriages became legal in California.”
“Yeah…”
“And you’re still married.”
“You want me to be deported?” I joked. That wouldn’t be the case. I would apply to become a citizen before I’d let that happen.
Peyton laughed. “No, but you’re telling me that Carrie hasn’t found someone else to be with?”
I shrugged. “She’s had relationships, but most don’t live the same lifestyle.”
“You mean wanting to go to a sex club?”
