Sweet Ass Pt 08

Chapter 35

I got home from work and went to the mailbox after parking my car in the garage. In it was the daily handful of junk mail, and a small padded envelope with a lump in the middle. As I felt the outline of the object inside it my hands began to shake, and I had to lean against the mailbox post to steady myself. I had been preparing myself for this moment for almost four weeks, but I still couldn't accept that the day that I had been dreading had actually arrived.

My mind reeled backwards to the evening I opened the door to find my friend, Jamal, standing dejectedly on the step. Little did I know that his appearance was the first in a chain of events that would lead to my present situation. I stuffed the mail in my jacket pocket, and trudged to the front door while reviewing how fate had delivered me to my current, wretched state.

I remembered inviting Jamal in, and we talked about what happened between him and Alex. Jamal became angry when I told him that I spoke to Alex the day before she ended things with him. He wanted to know if I encouraged her to break up with him.

After I rehashed my conversation with her he was mollified, and agreed that what I said to her probably didn't push her to make a decision she had not already arrived at before we talked. I made dinner and invited Jamal to join me. We transitioned from his relationship problem to the issue of which quarterback State should start in their first regular season game, the freshman who had shown such promise in the preseason, or the junior who led them to the conference title last year.

Jamal left about an hour before Amy got home. He was feeling better about life and gave me a bro hug as he headed out. When Amy walked in during the late news, I relayed my discussion with Jamal to her.

Amy declined the plate that I set aside for her earlier and ate some fruit instead. She said, "I feel bad for Jamal and Alex. We had so much fun doing things with them as a couple. We need to let them both know we support them, but we have to do something to take Jamal's mind off of this."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know..." she started to reply, "Hey, wait! What about a going away party for Marcus next Friday? He is headed back to school, and we should send him off in style."

"A going away party for Marcus to cheer his brother up?"

Amy gave me a grin, "Yeah, kill two birds with one stone."

It actually made a lot of sense. We really should do something for Marcus since we became close to him while he roomed with us over the summer, and Jamal loved parties.

"You should invite some of your single friends from work, maybe some girls that we could introduce Jamal to." Amy suggested.

"Ah, you want to play matchmaker again." I said. In retrospect, I guess I should have wondered why Amy was so willing to pair Jamal up with someone else, now that he was a free agent again.

"You know what they say, it's best to get right back on a horse after you have been thrown." Amy replied.

"What about the single girls from the hospital?" I asked.

"Well, that cowboy had ridden most of those fillies." Amy said, rolling her eyes and giggling.

"Good point. I can't invite just girls that I work with, though. That wouldn't look right. And what do we do about Alex."

"We should talk to Alex and explain this to her. She probably won't be too sad about missing the party, since Marcus was never one of her favorite people."

The next morning, Amy got to sleep in, having the day off due to her work shift transition. I called Alex during lunch and explained what we were planning. She was glad to hear that we were trying to cheer Jamal up. Despite their breakup, she was worried about him. I told her to let us know when we could take her out to dinner sometime, maybe as a double date with one of her fellow grad students. She promised to get back to me soon.

When I got home that night Amy told me she had gone out shopping earlier, and decided to stop by the bar where Marcus was working to let him know our plans for the weekend. She also called Jamal at work and both of them were available for Friday night, and enthusiastic about the idea of a party.

I was glad to hear that things were coming together, and told Amy she was brilliant.

"What?" she asked, having been lost in thought when I made my comment.

"I said you are brilliant!" And I gave her a hug. She gave me a quick squeeze, but didn't seem very excited about the party anymore.

"Are you having second thoughts about this?" I asked.

"No, I just have some things on my mind." She replied. "Work stuff."

We ate an improvised dinner, and I got on my laptop to finish some work related tasks. At 10 pm, Marcus came home from the bar and I chatted with him for a few minutes.

"I understand you are up for a party in your honor this weekend."

"You guys didn't have to do that, but yes, I am looking forward to it," he replied.

"Amy said she surprised you at the bar today with the invitation."

"Yeah, she came in at lunch time, and I had a chance to chat with her for a few minutes before she left."

"Invite your friends from the bar who are not working to come too," I suggested.

"Thanks, I'll do that." Marcus said with a smile before he turned in for the night.

The rest of the week was busy, as Amy and I divided up the tasks to get ready for the party. I had the job of securing beverages for the event, and decided to go with a selection of craft beers and assorted soft drinks, along with three bourbon cocktails that we would offer our guests.

I told Amy, and she said she hadn't figured out what to serve, but would keep my selections in mind when she did make a decision.

On the night of the party, I got home first, and began setting up. We told our guests to arrive at 7 pm. Amy was stopping on her way home at a local restaurant that she picked to cater heavy hors d'oeuvres for the event. At 6 o'clock, the caterer called the house to confirm that the food was ready. I told them Amy should be by shortly to pick it up.

At 7 o'clock, there was still no sign of Amy. Marcus had the day off, so he was helping me set up. At 7:15, Jamal arrived and also pitched in. By 7:30 we had about 10 guests, and Amy came rushing through the door with her arms loaded. Jamal went out to help her bring the rest of the food in, and I was busy playing host, so I just waved to her and continued mixing drinks.

Amy seemed frazzled and mentioned that she was late because the caterer had been finishing the food prep when she arrived. I was surprised to hear that based on my earlier call from them, but didn't have a chance to ask her about it as she rushed to the bedroom to change.

The party went well, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Amy had me make her a Boulevardier when she finished changing, and downed the first one quickly. She asked for another, and I raised an eyebrow as I handed it to her.

"Sorry, I had a really hectic day. I will slow down now that I have caught up with everyone else," she explained with a wry grin as she danced away from me to mingle with the guests.

Carol and Brad showed up about an hour later. Carol came up to me and gave me a kiss, along with a whispered thank you for watching out for her at the gangbang we had both been to. She said she wanted to thank Amy too, and asked where she was.

I looked around and spotted Amy in the dining room, off by herself, sending a message on her cell phone. I pointed her out to Carol, who gave me another kiss and pulled Brad along with her in Amy's direction.

People seemed to enjoy themselves, and the rest of the night flew by. At about 1 am, some of Marcus's friends invited him to go with them to an after hours club, so he thanked everyone who was still there, and headed out the door.

Once the guest of honor was gone, others began to make their goodbyes as well. Jamal offered to stay and help clean up.

"Maybe you and Amy could put me up in your bed tonight?" he asked with a grin. I told him that sounded good to me, and I was pretty sure Amy would be up for it too.

The next time I ran into Amy, I mentioned it to her. She agreed, but seemed less enthusiastic about it than I expected.

"Should I tell Jamal that you are not feeling up to it?"

"Maybe you should have checked with me first," she blurted out with a look of annoyance.

When I responded with a look of surprise, she became contrite, and apologized for the comment.

"No, you are right," I told her, "I had no business agreeing without asking you first."

Amy wrapped me in a hug and put her head on my chest. "I am just a little tired. It will be fine if you guys don't mind doing me while I sleep," she said with a chuckle that turned into a yawn.

Carol and Brad were the last guests left, except for Jamal, and we sat down with them in the living room to catch up.

"I wanted to let you guys know that I am selling my condo and moving in with Brad," Carol said.

"Wow, congratulations," I told them, as Amy and Jamal nodded their agreement.

We chatted for a few more minutes, then Amy stood up and said, "I am sorry, but I need to go lie down before I fall down."

She gave everyone a kiss and then headed to the bedroom. Carol gave Brad a significant look, and they excused themselves and left.

Jamal was looking at me uncertainly, and I told him to leave everything for the morning. He wondered if he should stay, and I told him that Amy was tired, so he might have to wait for sex until the morning, but he was welcome to sleep with us. There was no issue for me with having him in our bed, after what we had all been through together.

We emptied the remaining glasses and put them in the sink, then went to the bedroom. Amy's clothes were on the floor, and she was curled up asleep in the middle of the bed. Jamal and I took off our own clothes and brushed our teeth, and Jamal asked if he should sleep in the guest room.

"You will have to share the bed with your brother, if he comes back here later tonight."

"Shit, I forgot about that. He is probably not going to be happy to find me here tomorrow. I was just lonely and didn't want to go home to an empty apartment."

"He will be alright. We have been working on liberalizing his point of view regarding sex." I said, in the understatement of the year. "You are already undressed. Just go get in bed and stop worrying about it."

We turned out the light and crawled into bed with Amy, one of us on each side of her. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, and we were all asleep within five minutes.

Chapter 36

The next morning, I woke up to a warm mouth on my erect cock. When I opened my eyes, Amy was blowing me on her hands and knees while Jamal fucked her slowly from behind.

"Good morning," I said with a drowsy grin.

Amy stopped sucking to say, "Hi, sleepyhead. I was beginning to think I could bring you to orgasm before you woke up."

"I am almost there," I admitted.

Amy had other ideas, though. She pulled away from Jamal and climbed on top of me. She guided me into her pussy, then turned to Jamal and said, "I want to see if I can take both of you in my pussy at once, like Carol did at the gangbang."

Jamal scooted behind her, straddling my legs, and I felt his cock head nudge my shaft as he began to push inside of Amy alongside me.

Amy's mouth dropped open, and she began to pant. "Holy shit, I am not sure I can do this," she said as Jamal's cock began to worm inside of her. She put her head down on my shoulder, and bit me softly as he inched slowly into her.

"Want me to stop, baby?" he asked.

Amy shook her head no, but kept her face against my shoulder. She groaned again as he got further inside her, until I could feel him along the length of my own cock.

"That's far enough!" Amy finally said. "I don't think I can take it if you fuck me though. Just pull out and put it in my butt, please."

"Sure, since you asked so politely." Jamal said, and we all chuckled as he pulled free.

Amy looked at me and her expression became serious, then softened into affection. "I love you," she mouthed to me silently as Jamal slid more easily into her back passage. I was touched by the tenderness of her look and mouthed "me too" back to her.

We made love for an hour, taking turns with Amy and then falling back asleep until almost 10. I got up first and took a shower, then Amy joined me, and I finished and got out so Jamal could join Amy.

Once we were all clean, we had breakfast together. Marcus had not shown up overnight, and Jamal seemed relieved. He excused himself and left soon after we ate.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I cleaned up leaves in the yard on Sunday while Amy left to run some errands. After I finished, I showered and had some lunch while I watched a football game. At half time, I realized that Amy had been gone almost three hours. I called her and she said she was on her way home. I took a nap and woke up an hour later when she came in the front door.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"Sure, just ran into a lot of traffic," she replied, evasively.

The following week I had to travel out of town to another company site for a business meeting. I asked Amy what she planned to do while I was gone, and she said, "nothing in particular. Marcus is moving his stuff back to school on Tuesday night, so I may help him with that."

I called her Monday night, and she was in bed reading. On Tuesday, I called after dinner and didn't get an answer. Then I remembered that Amy was helping Marcus move.

On Wednesday, I got back to the hotel and couldn't find my phone. I panicked, thinking I had left it at the restaurant, and got out my laptop to locate it. The device finder app showed that I had left it at the office, and I remembered that I had plugged it in to charge the battery in the meeting room and forgot it when our group left to go to the restaurant.

I debated going back to the office for it so that I could call Amy, but decided I was too tired. I could message or email Amy on the laptop to let her know what happened, in case she tried to reach me. Out of curiosity, I clicked on her phone icon to make sure she was home before I messaged her.

The app zoomed across three states and showed the location of her phone. I saw that it was at our house and I was about to IM her when her phone icon began to move. I paused, and decided to see where she was headed.

She drove for about 20 minutes, and ended up at an address that I didn't recognize. I used Google Earth in street view mode to look around the location. It was a residential area where none of our friends lived, as far as I knew.

Then I remembered that Carol had moved into Brad's place. She must have gone to see Carol there! I didn't want to bother her if she was visiting with them, so I sent her an email explaining my predicament and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up before my alarm went off and couldn't get back to sleep. I grabbed my laptop to check email and noticed that the phone locator app was still open, and showing Amy's phone at the strange location from the night before.

I clicked the refresh button, and the screen refreshed with her phone icon in the exact same spot. I was kind of surprised that she would have stayed overnight with Carol and Brad when she had to go to work the next day.

I took a shower and then checked the laptop again. Amy's phone was now in route to the hospital. I packed up and went to the office.

When I got in, I had a few minutes before my meeting was scheduled to begin, so I retrieved my phone and called Amy.

"Hi baby," I said, "did you get my email?"

"Hi hon. Yeah. Sorry I didn't respond, but I was tired, so I just went to bed. I figured I could catch up with you this morning."

Alarm bells went off in my head, since I knew she had gone out and spent the night away from home the previous night. I didn't have time to question her, though, so I just said I had to go and hung up.

I couldn't concentrate during the meeting. Something was going on with Amy and she wasn't telling me the truth. I thought back to when I first noticed something amiss. I remembered that Amy seemed distant on Monday of the previous week, after her day off.

She said she had talked to Marcus at the bar that day. Could she be having an affair with him? The idea made no sense. She had my permission to sleep with him, so there was no need to be secretive about it. I gave him a call during our morning break, and asked him if he remembered seeing Amy at the bar the previous Monday.

"Yeah, remember that I mentioned it to you that evening when we talked. She came in and had lunch with some guy. She said he worked at the hospital and she introduced me to him. What was his name? Hang on, it will come to me."

Amy met a guy she worked with for lunch on her day off and didn't tell me about it? I waited impatiently while Marcus tried to remember the name.

"She only gave me the first name, it began with an N. What was it? Oh yeah, Nathan. I remember thinking of Nathan Hale, the patriot. You know, 'I regret that I have only one life to give for my country'."

My heart sank. The only Nathan that Amy knew was her boyfriend from college. The one who dumped her before she met me. Nathan Grant.

"Hello, Randy. Are you still there?"

"Yeah, Marcus. Thanks. I will talk to you later."

"Are you okay, Randy? I didn't really pay any attention to Amy and that Nathan guy, but nothing seemed amiss or I would have told you about it."

"Yeah, sure. No problem. It's probably nothing. Thanks for the info. Just one more thing, did Amy help you move back to school on Tuesday evening?"

There was silence for several seconds, then Marcus replied in a somber tone, "No Randy, she didn't. I didn't see her that night."

I was headed home that evening, and left for the airport shortly after I talked to Marcus. The flight home was a blur as I tried to figure out how Amy reconnected with Nathan Grant. Out of curiosity, I checked his LinkedIn page, and found out that he had recently changed jobs. He listed his new employer as the hospital that Amy worked at!

All the pieces were coming together. After we landed I retrieved my car from the off-property parking lot and headed home. Normally I text Amy when I land so that she knows when to expect me. I elected not to on this occasion.

When I got to the house, Amy's car was not there. I checked the phone locator app and saw that she was on her way home and only a few blocks from the house. I was unpacking when she came in from the garage and called my name.

"I'm in the bedroom."

She came in the door with a forced smile on her face, but stopped dead when she saw the look I was giving her.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on with Nathan Grant?" I calmly asked.

Chapter 37

Amy's smile crumbled, and she drew deep a breath as her hands covered her face and she began to sob. I walked to her and put my arms around her, which only made her cry harder. I waited patiently until she started to settle down, and said, "Just talk to me. Tell me what's going on so we can work this out together."

I guided Amy to the bed, and we sat on the edge of it, next to each other. She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose, then another one to wipe her eyes and face. She glanced at me but couldn't maintain eye contact.

Her gaze dropped to the floor and she said, "I am so sorry, Randy. I don't understand what is happening to me."

"Just start at the beginning and tell me what happened."

Amy told me that Nathan had taken a job at the hospital she worked at. He was a nurse anesthetist, and had been working in a different state since graduating college. He moved back to the area recently and got a job at her hospital.

"Did he know that you worked there?" I asked.

She said that he originally told her it was a coincidence that he ended up at her hospital, but since they had been seeing each other, she found out he had tracked her down using her Facebook profile.