NOTE: I recently learned a bit about how conservative Mormons are and found it very interesting (naughty?) to incorporate into an erotic story.
The main protagonist is a Mormon wife. Her husband is gay, but there are no homosexual activities in this story. There is interracial sex and adultery, so if you do not like reading such stories or you are uncomfortable with gay lifestyle and/or interracial sex then please DO NOT read this one!
This is a work of fiction and there may be instances of unsafe sex and unsafe practices.
As always no offense is meant toward anyone's faith, God or other beliefs. If you are easily offended by erotic fiction then you should not even be here in the first place.
The rest of you folks, I hope you enjoy the story!
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During times of extreme emotional trauma nonbelievers find God and believers abandon their faith.
Not far from the city of sin is a city of saints. A city full of Latter Day Saints: St. George. James and Stephanie Blackham lived in that city. They were Mormons just like their parents and their parents' parents before them. In fact, they traced their ancestry all the way to the pioneers who settled in Utah in the nineteenth century. The two had met in their early twenties while studying at the Brigham Young University, and had served their missions together in South America. The brief and completely celibate dating culminated in a wedding at the St. George temple and they began to lead a regular Mormon life. They had five children and lived a life that revolved around their ward. James had served as a bishop and as a president of the Quorum of Elders (the male-only group in a ward) and Stephanie had a prominent role in the Relief Society (an all-female equivalent of the male group) of her ward. To relatives and members of their faith, the Blackham family was a perfect example of a typical Mormon family: lots of children and a life devoted the ideologies set forth by their church.
Their private lives couldn't be further from their public lives.
James always knew.
Only after nearly a decade of marriage was he able to confess to his wife that he was, in fact, gay. At first his wife was shocked and inconsolable. James would be kicked out of the church and disowned by his family and fellow Mormons. Stephanie and her children would not come out unscathed if this news got out. There was far too much to lose for the family. They compromised and began to lead a life of lies to the outside world, and went to great lengths to wear a veil that showed that there was nothing wrong with the Blackhams.
In traditional Mormon families, only the male members of a household work outside and the women are generally stay-at-home moms, and it was no different in the Blackham family. As a working man, James had been lucky to find a discreet lover and have an active sex life. On the other hand, Stephanie's sex life had ended quickly and painfully.
As James' lover, Brad was to be extremely discreet about their relationship. Although Brad wasn't a member of the church, he had the common sense to know how much it meant for James to keep his place in a deeply conservative society. Brad had met Stephanie several times as James' "friend" and had begun to notice signs of depression in her ever since James had confessed to her about his sexual preferences.
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Brad confronted James one day.
"Have you ever thought about what all this is doing to Stephanie?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you are having all the sex you ever need, but what about her sex life?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Well, she's been so accommodating to your sex life. Perhaps, you should help her find a lover."
"What! And destroy everything we have as a family?"
"What makes you think it will destroy your family if she has a lover? Has it destroyed your family because you've had a lover? For years!," Brad screamed.
"It is different for a woman."
"No more different than for a man, you idiot."
"I have a job for which I need to be outside. I can travel around and hang out with male buddies. Will she invite some guy to the house? Does she have to go somewhere? There are too many eyes that know her in this city. If she were interested in women, it could be easier on her, but she's no lesbian."
"James, you are not seeing what I am seeing. Stephanie slipping into depression. She will hurt herself if we don't do something soon."
James seemed to not care. He knew that he couldn't tell her to find a lover. He didn't want to risk it. In fact, he was convinced that if he ever said such a thing to her then she would go public about him being gay which would land him in big trouble.
James was happy with status-quo. Brad wasn't.
A few weeks after that conversation, when Brad visited the Blackhams for a party, he noticed that Stephanie had changed. For the better. She was chirpy and jovial. The Stephanie he was worried about was not to be seen anymore.
"What did you do," Brad asked James.
"About what?"
"Steph seems to have changed."
"Yeah? I didn't notice," was James' callous reply.
Although Brad was happy that Stephanie had changed, he was curious to know how the change had come. It wouldn't take him long to find out the reason.
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It was a Thursday afternoon on a hot summer day. Brad was in a remote part of Las Vegas on business. He pulled into a roadside gas station and went into the shop to grab a cold drink. He was about to go to the counter when a large black man who reeked of marijuana pushed him aside and dropped a twenty and a pack of condoms on the counter.
"Make it fast bro, I'm in a hurry," he said to the man at the counter.
Brad thought the man's behavior was disgusting, but he understood that his need was perhaps more urgent than his own.
The annoyed cashier, an aged Asian man, ringed him in and sent him on his way. As soon as the man was out the door, the annoyed man said, "I hate Vegas. Only sex and drugs."
Brad didn't say much, but his eyes followed the black man as he went towards the motel on the other side of the gas station. He went to the passenger side of an older model pimped up Cadillac, flashed the newly acquired pack of condoms and opened the door. A stunning platinum blonde got out of the car and Brad almost dropped his soda when she looked in the direction of the shop. It was Stephanie! He couldn't make a mistake from that distance. Or could he?
The black man quickly pulled Stephanie, or her nonexistent twin, into one of the rooms at the shady motel before Brad had another chance to see her face.
Was it Stephanie? Brad was almost certain, but he began to think he could have made a mistake with just a quick glance. As it was Brad's nature to go to great lengths to quench his curiosity, he decided to wait in the parking lot and confirm the woman's identity.
Brad sat in the car for over an hour under the hot Vegas sun. He thanked the inventor of the air conditioner and the existence of the mighty Internet — the killer of time. Finally, the door for that motel room opened. The black man walked out alone, sat in his car and drove away. What happened to the blonde? As he was beginning to think about his next course of action, the door of the room opened once again, and the blonde walked out this time. She seemed to scan the parking lot and made a brisk walk straight to Brad's car. Brad's heart was skipping beats as he confirmed the woman's identity. Steph! And she was intentionally walking towards his car very quickly.
Brad was trying to come up with excuses when Stephanie walked to the passenger side and knocked on the window. Brad unlocked the car. Steph got into the car and calmly said, "Can you drop me off at the Red Cliffs trailhead. I need to pick up my car to go fetch my kids from school."
Brad started the car and started to drive back towards Utah.
There was total and stunned silence.
"I knew you saw me when I went in with Ty. I wanted to see if you would wait to confirm my identity. Actually, knowing you I betted on you staying," Steph said as she broke ice.
"Why?"
"I'll tell you."
"I'm dying to know, but first I want to tell you that I won't tell anyone about what happened here."
"I know you won't."
