I fully expected my relationship with Carlos to come to an end when I left the nursing home. As far as I was concerned, it was a little fling. A nice time, but certainly short-term. However, on my last day there I found myself exchanging cell phone numbers with him, promising to let him know about my progress. It didn’t take long for him to reach out to me. Two days after my discharge I received a “Good morning” text from Carlos. When I mentioned it to Rita, she playfully taunted me.”He’s sweet on you,” she said in a teasing ten-year-old manner.”Gee! Do you really think so?” I replied in my best stereotypical gay lisp.”You laugh. But I saw the way he looked at you. He wants you,” she giggled.”Well, he’ll have to get over me.””You should at least invite him over for dinner. He put a lot of work into your recovery.””You can’t be serious! ” I shot back.”Don’t worry,” Rita replied with a laugh. “If he tries going queer on you, I’ll step in.””Very funny.” _________. __________. __________. Rita ran to the door when the bell rang.”Buenos noches,” she said, summoning her high school Spanish.”Helloooo,” was the response in Carlos’ familiar sing-song voice. She led him to the sofa isvecbahis and took a seat beside him just as I entered from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and three glasses on a serving tray. “How’re things at the rehab?” I asked.”Very boring now that you left. You were fun to work with.”Rita looked at me and gave me a sly wink.After we finished the bottle of wine, we moved the party to the dining room. I opened another bottle to have with our meal. Most of the chat was about the nursing home and the characters that lived there. Carlos was an excellent storyteller, despite his broken English. More than once Rita found herself wiping tears of laughter from her eyes as he recounted story after side-splitting story. We finished a second bottle of wine, so I opened another. When that one was emptied, we returned to the living room. I rolled some weed and Rita pulled another bottle out.As the night wore on, I could see that my wife was very high. She was always a cheap date. I noticed that Carlos was also fairly inebriated. And when they discovered they had a crush on the same actor, they both wet their panties. They connected like a pair of teenage girls. I watched the two of them on the sofa snuggled isveçbahis giriş together, Rita’s sundress bunched up revealing her smooth ebony thighs. If I didn’t know better I would have thought she was vamping Carlos. She stroked his arm, held his hand, and even threw her arms around him when he complimented her on the meal (that I cooked!).After more wine and another joint, the conversation took a slight turn. “Have you ever dated a girl, Carlos? ” was how Rita started her line of questioning.”Rita!” I interrupted.”What! I’m just asking. He don’t mind. Do ya baby?” she slurred.”Only once,” he said sheepishly. “It didn’t go well.””See. I told you he didn’t mind.” She moved closer and put her arm around his neck. Then she softly declared, “I slept with a girl once. That didn’t go well either.””Wait. What? Who? When?” I stammered. I was dumbfounded. Rita never mentioned any lesbian trysts. We had been very open and honest about previous partners. Thus was news to me.”Freshman year at college. I got a little tipsy at a frat party. I went home with a senior from the softball team. It was really awkward, but I’m glad I tried it. No regrets.””And I’m just hearing about it now?” I cried.”It isveçbahis yeni giriş was no big deal, baby,” Rita reassured me. “Everybody tries it at least once.””Well, I haven’t,” I said with a quick glance in Carlos’ direction.”You never know what you might be missing.” Carlos offered with a mischievous smile.”Cock is way better than pussy. Right, Carlos?” Rita cooed.”Sooo much better. I highly recommend it,” Carlos agreed enthusiastically.With that, Rita leaped off the sofa and joined me on the love seat. With one arm around my neck, the other reaching between my thighs, she put her lips to my ear and softly said, “The thought of you with a guy is kinda hot.” Her breath was heavy with the scent of wine as she ran her hand over my crotch.”Is that so?” I said in a tone teeming with suspicion, and my eyes riveted on my Latino lover.”Sure. Two men with boners at play! Openly and freely enjoying the pleasure of carnal lust? It makes me wet just talking about it,” Rita purred.”It makes me hard listening to you,” Carlos laughed.”If you keep rubbing my johnson, you’ll need to give me a little “relief” later,” I said in my best pervert voice.”Why me, and why later?” she whispered in my ear. Then jumped up and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. Rita kissed my cheek, then reached out and took Carlos’ hand, pulling him to his feet, and kissed his cheek. “Grab that bottle, baby”, she instructed him, before leading us down the hall to the bedroom.