Husband Turns Gay: Chapter 8
by passion_pilot_2026Abstract: The 8th of 16 chapters. Amy is distraught and bares her soul to Bradley, an older veteran pilot, whom she has known since joining the airline. Thier relationship intensifies. \\\ In the hot
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•long read•intense intensityAbstract: The 8th of 16 chapters.
Amy is distraught and bares her soul to Bradley, an older veteran pilot, whom she has known since joining the airline. Thier relationship intensifies.
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In the hotel bar, huddled in a shadowed nook, Amy and Bradley sat in a faux-leather booth tucked away in the corner, unseen by most. Amy was close, next to Brad, speaking softly, the dim amber glow from a single overhead lamp caught the tear streaks on her cheeks—she'd dabbed at them futilely, but the hurt kept resurfacing like a stubborn wave. Brad, his captain's epaulets still pinned to his crisp shirt, leaned forward, his weathered hands clasped around his beer. At sixty, tall, handsome, an avid runner, with an athletic build, he moved with the deliberate grace of a man who'd logged more miles than most, his face belying the grief that had hollowed his eyes over the past year.
"Amy, talk to me," he said, voice low and steady, the same tone he'd used a decade ago when they first met. Back then, he'd been her anchor—fatherly advice over coffee in crew rooms, steering her through the airline's chaos. Now, with his wife gone, succumbed to cancer, leaving him at a loss, with sadness, then depression, he relied on his ultra-conservative Christian faith to help him through. He devoted more time to the church. He busied himself: taught bible school, organized church activities, started a youth worship group, became active in fund raising, but to no avail. After consulting with the congregation, he decided the only way to overcome his sorrow was to return to the skies. To Bradley, captaining Amy’s crew was a salvation. "I see you’re in a lot of emotional pain Amy. What’s going on?”
She took a swig of her rum and coke. The words tumbled out in a rush—the bracelet under the bed, David's lies about visiting gay bars, the months of emotional disengagement with her while secretly fucking Gary. "He's been cheating on me Bradley, with a guy." Her voice cracked, she started to cry, dabbing her wetness with a bar napkin. Brad listened without interrupting, his face a mask of quiet sympathy. When she finished, Brad reached over to squeeze her hand. "I'm sorry, kid. Marriage can be….. can be difficult. But you're strong. You’ll figure it out and overcome this.” Amy moved closer to Brad and put her head on his shoulder. Brad put her arm around Amy and hugged her.
The bar thinned out, the bartender wiping down counters as last rounds were served. Brad asked Amy if their marriage was salvageable. Amy said she loved David, but she was not sure if David loves her and wants to be with her. She feels she has lost him to his homosexuality.
Amy started to cry again. Brad, sensing the long day of flying, her tiredness, her sorrow over David, and the alcohol, felt it was time to leave. Brad looked at his watch and said “Amy, we need to get rest – ten hours before wheels-up again.”
As they walked together out of the bar towards the hotel elevator, Amy placed her hand in Brad’s. When they got in the elevator, Amy held Brad in a long hug until the door to her floor opened. Brad said “goodnight Amy, see you in the morning.” Amy let go of him, walked out of the elevator, looked at him again with a saddened face, then turned toward her room.
Once in his hotel room, Bradley took a shower. He then washed all his clothes in the sink and hung them in the shower to dry before leaving in the morning. Naked, he was ready for bed when his iPhone chimed. It was a text from Amy. *What’s your room number?* Without thinking, Brad typed *631* and pressed send. Then he realized he had made a mistake, letting Amy know his room number. He frantically tried to recall the text message when there was a knock at the door.
He quickly put on the hotel bathrobe, then opened the door. Amy stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and walked past him. She said “Bradley, I can’t sleep alone, I’m just too upset.” She removed her hotel robe, wearing pajamas and socks, climbed into the edge of one side of the king-size bed, pulled over the covers with her back to Brad and went to sleep.
Bradley stood there, in shock - with what just happened. An ultra-conservative Christian, with a women 25 years younger than him – a married woman – in his bed. Not knowing what to do, he contemplated his next move. Should I ask her to leave? Should I leave and get another room? Should I sleep on the mini sofa in the corner?
After standing for several minutes – unable to decide, Amy turned on her back, propped herself on her elbows, looked at Brad and said “Bradley, please turn off the lights and come to bed.” Bradley, still struggling to comprehend what was happing, turned off the lights and got into the opposite side of the bed, arm’s length away from Amy, set his alarm, laid on his back, pulled over the covers, and stared at the ceiling, until he fell asleep.
Amy is distraught and bares her soul to Bradley, an older veteran pilot, whom she has known since joining the airline. Thier relationship intensifies.
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In the hotel bar, huddled in a shadowed nook, Amy and Bradley sat in a faux-leather booth tucked away in the corner, unseen by most. Amy was close, next to Brad, speaking softly, the dim amber glow from a single overhead lamp caught the tear streaks on her cheeks—she'd dabbed at them futilely, but the hurt kept resurfacing like a stubborn wave. Brad, his captain's epaulets still pinned to his crisp shirt, leaned forward, his weathered hands clasped around his beer. At sixty, tall, handsome, an avid runner, with an athletic build, he moved with the deliberate grace of a man who'd logged more miles than most, his face belying the grief that had hollowed his eyes over the past year.
"Amy, talk to me," he said, voice low and steady, the same tone he'd used a decade ago when they first met. Back then, he'd been her anchor—fatherly advice over coffee in crew rooms, steering her through the airline's chaos. Now, with his wife gone, succumbed to cancer, leaving him at a loss, with sadness, then depression, he relied on his ultra-conservative Christian faith to help him through. He devoted more time to the church. He busied himself: taught bible school, organized church activities, started a youth worship group, became active in fund raising, but to no avail. After consulting with the congregation, he decided the only way to overcome his sorrow was to return to the skies. To Bradley, captaining Amy’s crew was a salvation. "I see you’re in a lot of emotional pain Amy. What’s going on?”
She took a swig of her rum and coke. The words tumbled out in a rush—the bracelet under the bed, David's lies about visiting gay bars, the months of emotional disengagement with her while secretly fucking Gary. "He's been cheating on me Bradley, with a guy." Her voice cracked, she started to cry, dabbing her wetness with a bar napkin. Brad listened without interrupting, his face a mask of quiet sympathy. When she finished, Brad reached over to squeeze her hand. "I'm sorry, kid. Marriage can be….. can be difficult. But you're strong. You’ll figure it out and overcome this.” Amy moved closer to Brad and put her head on his shoulder. Brad put her arm around Amy and hugged her.
The bar thinned out, the bartender wiping down counters as last rounds were served. Brad asked Amy if their marriage was salvageable. Amy said she loved David, but she was not sure if David loves her and wants to be with her. She feels she has lost him to his homosexuality.
Amy started to cry again. Brad, sensing the long day of flying, her tiredness, her sorrow over David, and the alcohol, felt it was time to leave. Brad looked at his watch and said “Amy, we need to get rest – ten hours before wheels-up again.”
As they walked together out of the bar towards the hotel elevator, Amy placed her hand in Brad’s. When they got in the elevator, Amy held Brad in a long hug until the door to her floor opened. Brad said “goodnight Amy, see you in the morning.” Amy let go of him, walked out of the elevator, looked at him again with a saddened face, then turned toward her room.
Once in his hotel room, Bradley took a shower. He then washed all his clothes in the sink and hung them in the shower to dry before leaving in the morning. Naked, he was ready for bed when his iPhone chimed. It was a text from Amy. *What’s your room number?* Without thinking, Brad typed *631* and pressed send. Then he realized he had made a mistake, letting Amy know his room number. He frantically tried to recall the text message when there was a knock at the door.
He quickly put on the hotel bathrobe, then opened the door. Amy stepped inside without waiting for an invitation and walked past him. She said “Bradley, I can’t sleep alone, I’m just too upset.” She removed her hotel robe, wearing pajamas and socks, climbed into the edge of one side of the king-size bed, pulled over the covers with her back to Brad and went to sleep.
Bradley stood there, in shock - with what just happened. An ultra-conservative Christian, with a women 25 years younger than him – a married woman – in his bed. Not knowing what to do, he contemplated his next move. Should I ask her to leave? Should I leave and get another room? Should I sleep on the mini sofa in the corner?
After standing for several minutes – unable to decide, Amy turned on her back, propped herself on her elbows, looked at Brad and said “Bradley, please turn off the lights and come to bed.” Bradley, still struggling to comprehend what was happing, turned off the lights and got into the opposite side of the bed, arm’s length away from Amy, set his alarm, laid on his back, pulled over the covers, and stared at the ceiling, until he fell asleep.