Chad heard Vince drop off to sleep. He rolled over and Amy, half asleep already, reflexively morphed her body into the perfect shape to fit tightly against his. She was comforted by the feel of his cock pressed along the crack of her ass. He always got hard and most of the time they ended up fucking. Not tonight though, tonight sleep claimed Amy as soon as his arm slipped around her waist.
Chad could not stop his mind from re-playing the events of the day. He alternated between, relief, hope and despair. He had never intended to tell Amy that on occasion he enjoyed fooling around with guys. He had been smitten with Amy from the first. Before he offered to exchange public vows with her he had already taken a private vow not to fuck this up.
All his relationships had been with women and until now they had all failed. With Amy it had been easy to ignore other women. Ignoring men was tougher. He told himself not to worry about it. Amy, as fantastic as she was, could not accommodate all his desires. How could she? So it wasn't that stranger that on occasion his mind would think about guys when he jerked off. He had resigned himself to this being one of the costs of being with her. It was a cost he felt he could easily afford. Even in his failed relationships he had been monogamous. He could not imagine cheating on her. He loved her.
Then today happened. He should have stopped her. He thought Amy giving him head in the hot tub would have restored some of his common sense. It did, to an extent. When Amy had suggested going up to Vince's apartment he had rejected the idea. She insisted. He relented. And he'd had a blast, until Amy's melt down. What had followed her melt down had been even better.
That was the problem. He had resolved, for the sake of his relationship with Amy, to deny, ignore, suppress, kill, to obliterate any and all interest in guys and re-focus that interest on Amy. Now he saw an opening, a way to perhaps satisfy those needs and keep Amy.
He was relieved she hadn't simply walked out, packed and flown home.
He was in despair, sure that this hope that Amy would enjoy inviting a guy to join them at times was a stupid and dangerous chimera that would destroy them.
Despite that he could not help but hope that maybe it would work. Who doesn't hope to have their cake and eat it too?
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They had met at a club. Salt Lake City was loosening up but night life was not a traditional component of Mormon culture, so options were limited. Even so this club would have been popular in any city, good DJs, plenty of space, reasonably priced drinks and a bar big enough to get them without too long a wait.
He was waiting his turn to order when Amy turned and proceeded to dump two 20 ounce schooners of Blue Moon down the front of his shirt. She let loose with a stream of obscenities that would have singed a sailor. Though the invective seemed to be aimed at him all he could do was smile. She was gorgeous and ridiculous. Even with beer running into his pants he was incapable of being angry with her.
When she slowed done he interrupted her. "Sorry. I really shouldn't have been standing in your way." Her face turned such an amazing shade of pure outrage he laughed out loud.
At first he was afraid she was going to try to brain him with a schooner but his laughter found a hole in her aura of pissed off and wrap itself around her. She closed her mouth, opened it, closed it, whispered "goddamn it" and found herself smiling.
Chad was lucky. He was not in a relationship so he had no compunction about pursuing her. That was good because in less than fifteen minutes he would be fucking her.
One of the bartender's had seen the mishap and ducked under the bar. He handed Chad a tee shirt, emblazoned with the club's logo and relieved Amy of the now mostly empty schooners. As he turned to leave Chad put a hand on his arm, signaling him to wait.
"Who are you here with?" He asked Amy.
"A friend."
"Uh-huh I didn't think both beers were for you. Male friend or female friend?"
"Female."
Chad turned to the bartender and hand him his AmEx. "Make it three please."
Chad turned back to Amy. "After you," he swept an open hand away from his body and dipped his head wondering if he should lay off "Downton Abbey" for a while.
Amy tried to scowl at him but failed. "Just because I'm here with a female friend doesn't mean you're invited to join us. I could be gay."
Chad shot his eyebrows up, a picture of exaggerated expectations. "Really? Right on."
Amy considered him for a moment then shrugged. "Fine but for the record you aren't as cute as you think you are."
"I'll try harder to be cute then."
Amy might not be gay but Chad was not so sure about her friend Lucy. Lucy was clearly not happy to see Amy returning without her beer and trailing a guy.
"I see you're over Mark. That's a new record for you Ams."
"Cute. Fuck off by the way. Lucy this is..." She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I the fuck are Chad. Hi Lucy, sorry to crash the party but your beer is all over my shirt and pants. Replacements are on the way." He turned to Amy. "And who the fuck are you beer spiller?"
"Amy." That was all she said before she sat down and scooted over to make room for Chad to seat.
Chad gestured toward the bathrooms with the tee shirt in his hand, while pulling his wet shirt away from his chest. Amy was trying, and failing, not to notice how nice the chest under the wet shirt looked. His chest was intriguing. The bulge under the wet fabric of his pants was mesmerizing. The outline of his cock was visible through the wet cloth. She had just ended things with a guy that had continued long past its expiration date. She was in a bad mood and she was horny.
"Are you Mormon?" she asked.
"Um, interesting question but I just ordered a beer."
"Like no Mormons drink. Are you?"
"No."
"Thank God. I'll come with you."
Mark was a Mormon and a devout one when it came to premarital sex. Amy was not interested in repeating that mistake.
Lucy rolled her eyes and looked pissed.
"Hang on," Chad offered. "Let me get the beers first."
He had spotted the bartender heading toward their booth. He added a generous tip and signed the receipt. Wallet and credit card safely re-pocketed, he offered Amy a hand getting out of the booth. She took it.
