That night, as soon as I close the door behind me, I run up to Peter who is walking with great speed to the stairs.
"We should talk," I speak quickly in a wearied voice.
"About what!?" He spits back angrily, turning around fiercely with one foot on the first step, a look of condemnation on his face.
"About what happened tonight," I reply softly, not wanting to fuel his anger anymore than it already is.
"Then talk…" He walks towards me, "Oh wait, I almost forgot we already had this conversation!" Frustrated he heads to the stairs again and to the bedroom.
I quickly follow behind him.
"Peter!" I yell at him to stop him in his tracks again as we fully enter our bedroom. Removing his shoes and untying his necktie he glares at me, the same glare that he gave me back in the bed area while pushing himself in and out of Josie.
"Well…what do you have to say?" I hear the shudder in his voice. His eyes begin to well up and the tears start to flow from him.
Walking over to him I reach my arms out and wrap them gingerly around him, pushing his body into mine. He softens and becomes that overly sensitive and passive man that I first fell in love with.
"I never meant to hurt you, Peter. I can't help that I am in love with her, but I am also in love with you. Please don't take it out on her, take all of your anger out on me." Trying to console him I embrace him tighter. Sobbing into my chest he starts to shake uncontrollably. "If you want to leave the club, I will understand. I'll be saddened, but all that matters is your happiness."
Still weeping he looks up at me, his eyes glossy and red from the tears that are slowly disappearing. Clinging to me he falls to his knees. He looks down and then up at me again, with a quivering lip he says to me, "I—don't want to leave…. I can't bear to leave Josie now. I—need—both of you in my life." And wiping away his tears with his shaking hands a small smile makes its way on his pink beautiful lips.
Pulling him up tenderly, I place a warm affectionate kiss on his still quivering lips. Embracing him again, I help him to finish removing his clothes as his fingers work diligently to remove mine. Having taken a shower back at the club we hop straight into the bed kissing deeply and passionately. Running my fingers through the strands of his silky thick hair, I take him beneath me thrusting in and out of him with my hard-uncaring penis…. filling up his juicy ass. I'm not as merciless tonight with him as I usually am. I work him slowly…. gently feeling every inch of him as if for the first time while he feels every inch of me, moaning in my ear, his soft breath teasing the tiny hairs on my face. We glance lovingly in each other's eyes. My love for him rekindled anew.