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TWO

That evening, after Lindsay arrived safely at home, she drank a few glasses of wine and asked Logan, “Do you ever feel attracted to other people?” His body stiffened as if he’d neared a formidable trap. “I’m not trying to start a fight. I just want to know,” she added.

He remained quiet for so long that Lindsay filled in the gap. “I’m just wondering,” she said, “because today I found myself really attracted to someone…other than you, for the first time in years.”

He nodded before deciding to make a confession of his own. “It’s natural, Lindsay. Don’t feel bad. Of course, I’ve been attracted to other people, but I would never act on it. I don’t even want to act on it.”

“But if you could?” She sat down on the bed and started tracing the velvety comforter. “If you found a beautiful woman and you could act on it…. If I said it was okay?”

He sighed. “Lindsay, it could ruin everything. And it probably would end badly.” He paused. “Do you want to be with this other man? Am I not enough?”

“You are...but lately I find myself feeling stagnant in our relationship.” She didn’t want to hurt him but felt the need to be honest. “After Ben, I don’t think I was single long enough.”

Logan swallowed hard, surprised by her mention of Ben; Lindsay rarely spoke about him even though he was the reason for years of counseling.

“And sometimes it seems like I’ve always been with someone. We’ve lived together for seven years, Logan.” She paused before going on. “Things aren’t exciting like they used to be in the beginning. Today, when I found myself noticing someone else…really noticing him….” She picked up the glass of white wine, she’d set on her nightstand, and took a huge drink. “I love you; I just wish I could have some type of adventure. And this could be fun for both of us. You could do your thing; I’d do mine. We’d know it was happening, but we’d never tell each other the details.”

He balked. “So, you want an open relationship? I don’t know if I can do that! Just the thought of you with another man....”

“But you could be with someone else, too.”

His eyebrows furrowed as if he didn’t know what to think. Still maintaining her gaze, he sat down on the bed too and became so immersed in thought that they remained silent for a long time.

“I just don’t think we see each other enough,” he said. “This doesn’t sound like you. Is this because we aren’t married?”

She shook her head. “It’s like this,” she finally said. “Years ago, I worked with a woman who came to the United States from Germany.” Lindsay swirled the wine in her glass. “Every year she and her husband have a special day when they go out and do whatever they want. I guess sometimes she smokes pot and he sleeps with different women. They used to talk about the details of their escapades, but now they don’t tell each other a thing. It’s just their day to do whatever they want.”

“One day, huh?”

“Yeah, no questions asked; no harm, no foul. A guilt-free day.”

“Would you ever do that?” he asked.

She nervously turned to him. “Yes.” The word escaped her lips so quietly he had to lean in.

“With your luck you’d walk into a bar and get anybody you wanted. I could try for hours and not get a girl.”

Lindsay laughed at the absurdity. “No way. That reminds me of what one of my friends said: ‘You always have to look out for the funny ones. One second you’re laughing, the next your panties are on the floor.’ But you’re not just funny, you’re sexy as hell. You could get anyone.”

“I don’t know about this whole thing. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be with another woman, but not a man.” He shook his head, hardly able to believe they were having this conversation. “You always throw curveballs at me—and it’s never boring, that’s for sure. I’m just not sure I could do that.” He studied her reaction as he asked, “Wouldn’t it bother you if I had sex with another woman?”

“Not if I got to have an adventure too. But I wouldn’t want to see it.”

“Is this really something you want?”

She nodded, her eyes flickering with excitement.

“I’ll think about it.” Logan scooted closer and placed his arm around her. “I mean, I would totally have a threesome. But only if you initiated it.”

She laughed. “Guys really are into that, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, I guess most of us are.”

***

The next few days at Boehme were even more exhausting than ever because Casey, the woman who hired Lindsay, was now the out-of-state regional manager. She’d come to visit and as such, Thane, Lindsay, and Kenzie were forced to stay at the office extremely late each night. At one point, exhaustion turned into a memory and the grueling hours became an expected norm.

It was after a long night, when Casey finally finished her audit and left town, that Thane asked Lindsay and Kenzie to celebrate at a bar. “I thought she would never leave. If that woman ever comes back I’ll probably quit.”

Lindsay quickly called Logan. “I want to go out with the team. Is that okay?”

He yelled as music blared in the background. “Sure, babe. I’m out with friends too, anyway.”

“Sounds good,” she said after hanging up the phone and grabbing her form-fitting jacket.

Kenzie walked halfway there with them, then backed out. “Shit! My husband just texted me. He needs my help; sounds like our freezer is having issues and we need to move our frozen food.” She studied both of them, knowing they couldn’t say anything to dissuade her. “You two have a beer for me. Thank, God the witch is gone! I’ll see you Monday.” Lindsay noticed the way Kenzie’s eyes lingered on Thane familiarly before she edged away from them.

So, with a bit of uncertainty at being left alone together, Thane and Lindsay sauntered to a bar called The Rusty Nail. People, mainly in their thirties and forties, packed into the place, dancing and hollering lyrics to songs. “Welcome to The Nail,” a man yelled as they walked through roving, fluorescent lights.

The two sat across from each other in a corner, loudly talking about anything and everything from religion to relationships.

As the two drank another round of Guinness, Thane’s demeanor changed. Lindsay studied how his eyes crinkled when he smiled or how his unintended laughter accentuated his perfect lips and white teeth under the glowing lights. And the whole moment became so incredibly captivating that she could hardly look away.

“I need to go,” she said, gauging the change in mood. “It’s late. And it’s been a long week.”

“But you haven’t finished your beer.”

“Fine.” She didn’t need to make this awkward. “I’ll finish it. But if I’m going to stay here a minute longer, I swear I’ll set you up with someone!”

Thane, as if telepathic, stood up, moving right next to Lindsay’s stool, towering over her as she sat. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, gazing into her hazel eyes and making her forget to breathe. “I know I shouldn’t, but I want you. And if you made a move, I swear I wouldn’t stop you.”

He left her speechless, her heart tumbling out of control and her pulse charged. “I’ll be right back.” He motioned to the bathroom and walked away.

Lindsay frantically looked for the most beautiful woman in the bar - and it didn’t take long until she spotted a gorgeous black-haired siren who sat alone. “This place is packed,” Lindsay said, after walking over to her. “You don’t have to sit alone unless you want to.” The two women smiled and soon sat across from each other.

Brittany appeared far more beautiful up close. Was that the kind of woman Logan wanted to have a threesome with? Lindsay wondered what it would be like; she’d never had a threesome and as she talked with Brittany, she could almost envision the whole thing. It didn’t help that Brittany kept biting her lip when she glanced at Lindsay.

Despite how hard she tried not to, Lindsay’s thoughts wandered to intimate details. She suddenly thought of herself stroking Logan as Brittany watched, hungrily….

Kneeling down, ass up, hands clenching the comforter, Lindsay would feel the arousal far too quickly, feeling the wetness between her legs from just knowing that Brittany stood in the room with them.

Wearing only a white, lacy thong, Lindsay would prop herself near Logan’s face, until he couldn’t help himself. His eager fingers would slide near her upper thighs, moving closer, ever so gently to the tender area between her legs….

His touch felt electric, as chills ran along the length of her body. Then grabbing Lindsay’s hips, he’d glance mischievously at Brittany and poise himself to shove deep inside the tight space between Lindsay’s legs.

He’d wonder then, what it would feel like, being buried deep inside Brittany as well. That thought was even more intoxicating than how she currently gasped with lustful anticipation, watching him handle his girlfriend. Brittany clenched her fists and leaned against the wall for support, not even realizing how sexy she looked, wearing a seductive smile and a see-through nightie that hugged her massive breasts and draped across her flat stomach in a way that made Logan want to rip all her clothes off.

Lindsay began moaning, these small, quiet noises that drove Brittany crazy as Logan finally pushed in farther and farther with each successive thrust. Brittany almost shook at this point, turned on by the noise and the sight of a chiseled man entering the silky shape of the woman in front of him. She edged closer, soaking in every detail before kneeling on the bed next to Logan. Their lips met with urgency, as Logan’s manhood sunk into Lindsay over and over.

Lindsay’s eyes widened when she realized whose fingers now fondled her as Logan filled her to the brim. She wanted this…so much…but didn’t. And that somehow made her even more ravenous.

Then Brittany was begging Logan with her eyes, wanting him to let her try making Lindsay moan the way he had. Brittany bent until her nose grazed across Lindsay’s opening and then dove in with expertise only a woman could have.

Logan studied Brittany’s ass; it swayed as she continued licking and kissing. Her legs and everything they framed appeared so hypnotic in front of him that his nervous hands reached out. He massaged her back, feeling the smooth skin and tight muscles. His manhood, even more engorged after watching the scene before him, grazed Brittany’s left leg. He continued massaging more and more until Brittany grabbed him, jerking him hard from tip to base until clear liquid glistened on her slender hand. Then she expertly guided him, hoping he’d shove himself deep inside and quench the burning desire that had sprung inside.

Logan closed his eyes tight and slowly pushed his way inside of her pert body….as he felt that silky, smooth ass.

Lindsay thought of all this and had zoned out at the bar when Brittany claimed, “I bet I can guess what you’re thinking about.”

Lindsay exhaled, blinking hard and shaking her head. “Bet you can’t.” She blushed.

When Thane surfaced from the bathroom, Brittany rested adjacent to his seat, smiling broadly, and continually glancing at his lips.

Lindsay became so caught up in the conversation, and the captivating woman, that instead of leaving, she drank more and more until the moment became a blur. The two women laughed, whispered drunken secrets and ended up sitting so close their legs touched.

As the evening evolved, Thane smiled at Lindsay alone. And to her complete surprise, she seemed to notice Brittany far more than he did. “Confessions,” Brittany suddenly said. “Thane, have you ever kissed a man.”

“Not my thing.”

“Lindsay, have you ever kissed a woman?” Brittany asked.

“Nope.”

“But would you?” Thane asked.

The three prepared to take another round of Fireball.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt…to try it once.”

Lindsay downed her shot immediately, only to put the glass down and realize that Thane’s eyes had widened and Brittany’s face lit with excitement in response to her words.