Waiting to get married until we have sex was my idea. I thought it would be romantic. I knew Alexis wasn't a virgin, but it didn't bother me. The thought of me being the last person she will be with comforted me.
I fantasize plenty of times of how our first time would be like. It would be romantic and, knowing myself, cheesy. Like spreading rose petals on the ground that leads to the bed we would make love in. Maybe I play romantic background music to set the mood just right. A candlelight or two couldn't hurt.
This is what happens when you haven't had sex in your 22 years on this Earth. But it didn't matter. What mattered was that I was going to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. I got lucky in life. I never thought a woman like Alexis would go for a guy like me. It was a very pleasant surprise for me. I used to think everything happened for a reason.
I just didn't know what Alan's presence meant in our life.
The thought came to my mind as I laid on my hotel bed wide awake, staring straight at the ceiling. The clock on the bedside table read 7:02 A.M. I had trouble sleeping the whole night. Could you blame me? After what I saw last night, I don't think I'll ever have a normal night's rest. I can't say the same for Alexis.
I looked over to see her passed out like a light, sleeping next to me. I'm not surprised. Alan ran a train on her the night before. The only time he went easy on her was at the beginning. After that, he made sure they both shared a wild night. I was afraid Alexis would want to stay for the night with Alan. Not from exhaustion, but because she wanted to spoon with him. When they were done, Alexis just laid on Alan's bed, face down. Alan hopped out of his king-size bed to head to the bathroom. He didn't even acknowledge me.
For a moment I just sat there. I didn't move. I just stared at the scene in front of me and replayed the scenes in my head beforehand. Alexis, my wife, just had sex with my boss. I knew any man in my position would've been beyond upset. But that's not what I felt. It was more like...confusion. How did I get here? How did we get here? How do we move on from this?
I stared at her naked body, barely covered by the bed's comfortable linen. Her face was visible. She was asleep. At least I thought she was. She did just pass out all of a sudden after her last orgasm. Maybe she was unconscious. Was that a real thing? Unconsciousness from wild sex?
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound of a toilet flushing from the bathroom Alan just walked in. I sat there like a statue anxiously waiting for Alan to come out. I had no idea what I was going to say or do next. Luckily for me, I didn't have to find out. What followed next was the sound of the shower head being turned on.
I hesitated for a minute, debating whether I should stay or go. I thought it would better for us if we took this opportunity to leave while he's busy.
It was a struggle to carry my freshly-fucked wife out of the suite, into the elevator, and back to our room. Not to mention I had to help her change first before I could move her. I ended up just putting on her dress and tucking away her bra inside my shirt. I held on to her shoes on one hand while I carried her with the other. I couldn't find her underwear. It was the least of my worries. I'm sure Alan would either keep them or give them back, after teasing me about it first, of course.
Alexis' demeanor surprised me. She was acting like a drunk college chick who was being helped by her sober friend back to their dorms. She barely drunk anything tonight. Why was she acting like this?
We passed several other guests once we reached the hallways, giving us concerned looks. Alexis kept acting like she was drunk. I didn't understand why she was acting like this. Some of those guests offered to help as I struggled a lot to help my wife walk while trying not to let her fall. I was barely convincing as I rejected their help, but thank them anyway. Once we did reach our room, I had to set Alexis down on the floor while I opened the door with our card key. Picking her up again almost throughout my back. She may have been small, but I wasn't strong enough to carry her with ease.
After we got in, I took her straight to our bed and laid her down. I didn't bother to take her dress off, being too tired to do anything else. Then I realized, she never cleaned herself up after Alan came inside her. Alexis won't be too thrilled to find herself still a mess, in the morning. While I was in bed, I got a text from Alan.
Alan: thank you for a great night pal! Send me what you shot with your phone.
With extreme reluctance, I sent it. I contemplated whether or not to delete the video, first. I would be lying if said I did not enjoy watching Alexis sleep with another man. Although it did fill me with contempt, I had to admit it did excite me a little, which was a scary thought. I did not want to feel like this was acceptable, let alone enjoyable. Hopefully, if Alan keeps to his words, I'll never have to know.
Alan: got it! Thanks again pal! Your wife's a great fuck! She's all yours.
I didn't bother responding anything else. Instead, I tried sleeping a sleepless night
*
I got up to use the bathroom after deciding I was not going back to sleep. A cold shower felt good as it washed away almost all feelings of guilt and depravity. I didn't know how Alexis and I were going to move forward from this. How will she feel when she wakes up? Angry? Sad? Regret? Satisfied? All I know is, whatever she wants to do, I was going to have to follow along. I need to make sure that she knows I still love her and want to be with her, despite what happened last night.
When I got out of the shower, Alexis sat up on her bed looking at her phone. She looked at me with an unsure smile.
"Hey," she said shyly.
"Morning, babe. H-how do you feel?"
"Okay, I guess. You?"
"Okay, too."
We both didn't say anything for a bit. Too embarrassed to mention the elephant in the room. Hesitantly, I decided to break the silence.
"Um...I just want you to know...what happened last night....well...it's okay. Really." It was all I could say. I mean, what do you say to your wife of barely a week after sleeping with another man in front of you?
"Uhh...thanks?" Alexis said, sounding more unsure. This was not going the way I had hoped.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"Not really."
"Okay, then. Well, what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know."
"We could explore the island some more. Just you and me. How does that sound?" I suggested.
"Actually, I think I want to stay in today. I'm not feeling up to it. I'm...a little sore." Alexis almost didn't want to say that last part. It did hit me a little on the inside. I knew what she meant. I'm not surprised, really. Alan was rough last night, making her feel fatigued today. Can't imagine what she must be feeling.
"That's fine. We can still make a whole day of it. We'll watch tv, order room service, whatever."
"Robert. I think I need to be alone for awhile." Alexis said.
Shit.
"What? Why? Because of last night?"
"I just...need some time to think. And I really don't want you here right now."
I looked at her, my face full of worry. I didn't know what to say. I had trouble processing her words. To me, it sounded like she regretted marrying me. If I leave her alone the whole day, she'll probably want to have our marriage annulled.
"Alexis, can't we just talk about this, please?" I approached her, reaching out to grab her hands, but she pulled away.
"No," she said, sternly. "I need time alone, I said. I have a lot to think about. If you don't leave, I'm going to go crazy on you until you do."
I was at a loss for words. Dread filled my soul. This was the moment I've been fearing. I'm an idiot to think that this would turn out alright. I have known Alexis to be really upset when she wants to be alone. So with that, without saying anything else, I left. I didn't know where to go. I didn't feel like doing anything. I ended up going back to the bar since it's open 24/7.
It was only me and a couple others at the bar. I ordered 2 shots of bourbon on the rocks. It went down smoothly as I buried my thoughts in sorrow. I couldn't imagine what Alexis was thinking about right now. She must be debating whether or not to stay with me after what happened last night. How could a husband ever let his wife do that with another man? And the husband watching the whole time? Even if she did seem to enjoy herself.
It doesn't matter. I failed my duty as a husband. I didn't protect her and I was dishonest with her. I wonder what she would do if I ever told her the real situation? Alexis would still be upset with me but would have my back no less. So why didn't I tell her? Because I was afraid. I still am. Alan is right. I am a pussy. A pussy who doesn't deserve to be with Alexis. Or any other woman like her, for that matter.
I examined my wedding band, thinking I shouldn't even be wearing this. If the worst does happen, I thought, and Alexis wants to annul our marriage, I'm not sure if I would even defend myself. I'm too ashamed to be her husband. Hell, I'm ashamed to call myself a man. Sure, it makes me sad to think Alexis will leave me, but I would rather she find someone better than me. This is what Alan wanted. For me to not be with Alexis. Well, it looks like he won. I hope the silver lining will be him no longer torturing me anymore. That seems like a possibility.
Two hours had passed and I was still at the bar. I was only on my fifth. Others have come and gone. The bartender had noticed me and tried to stir up a conversation but I let it known that I was not in a talking mood. He got the message clearly and ceased his attempts. A big tip would be my way of thanking him.
Two hours had passed until I got a message from Alexis.
Come back
That was the only thing she wrote. With a heavy sigh, I downed the rest of my drink, before getting up and walking back to my room. Several steps towards my destination, I had to hurry back to the bar to leave the bartender a tip I almost forgot.
When I got back to the room, I saw Alexis sitting on the couch in front of the television. She wasn't watching anything. She just sat there waiting for me. She also showered and changed into a cleaner, more comfortable clothes. I noticed Alexis looked like she wanted to get something off her chest. I couldn't help but look worried as I saw her and approached her sitting down next to her on the couch.
"Sorry I had to kick you out like that. I needed time to think alone."
"Okay. And?"
"And...well...I...honestly don't know."
That wasn't what I expected. I waited for her to be clear.
"Last night...was a mistake. It never should've happened."
I didn't say anything. I just looked at her, trying to read her face. While I do notice regret, there is something else. Something in her face that says something else.
"I'm feeling really confused right now. I feel like my mind is going in different directions."
"I'm not following, babe." Alexis closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before she answered.
"I do think last night was a mistake...but I can't help but feel...excited? I don't know if that's the right word."
"So, you mean, you're glad we did this?" I asked her hesitantly
"No! I mean, yes. I mean, I don't know, Robert. I'm just really confused right now." Alexis grabbed her head as if she had a headache.
"Look, Alexis, I'm sorry if this bothers you. We don't ever have to this again. If it's going to make you upset, then we don't have to mention it ever again."
"That's what scares me, Robert," Alexis said, her face still buried in her hands. She looked up to face me before continuing. "When you say that, I feel...disappointed."
"Why?"
My question started to tear up Alexis a little. I can see her eyes begin to water.
"Because I think I want to do it again." Alexis went back to covering her face with her hands.
It disheartened me when she said that. Alan and I created this idea inside Alexis' head. She was very much opposed to the idea from the beginning. But thanks to us drugging her and reshaping her thoughts and opinion on the subject of cuckoldry, she no longer has inhibitions when it comes to sleeping with other men. That's not completely accurate. If that was true, she wouldn't be upset about it like she is now.
I didn't know if it was the right thing to do just yet, but I approached her anyway and sat down next to her. Alexis didn't object so I pressed on.
"Babe, it's okay," I rubbed her back. "We can talk about it some more."
"About what?" She shot her head up, pushing my hand away from her. "How I've become an unfaithful slut?" Fresh tears dropped from her eyes.
"You're not a slut, Alexis. You and I know that. You just did something, not only for yourself but for me too. Remember, I wanted you to do this. And you did. And you've made me...ya know, happy."
I forced a smile, trying to look like I believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.
"I just don't understand why I find this so...tempting. I mean, I remember how much I hated the idea when you first brought it up. But now, I feel like I understand why it's so desirable. I shouldn't be thinking this way."
"Listen to me, Alexis." I took her hands into mine. "You are not a bad person. Or a bad wife. You did this for me. Out of love. No one else has to know about this. That's why I wanted to do it here. Where no one we know will ever find out what happened here. Okay?"
She dropped her head down, quietly sobbing. Alexis nodded her head in agreement. I felt so guilty for making her feel this way. Yet I had my own fears. What if she wants to do this again with Alan before we leave? I don't know if I could handle it. I mean, I'm glad my wife had a good time at least last night, but I'm her husband. I can't have this happen again.
"Let's not think about it, alright? Why don't we just move on from here? What do you say? Just you and me, having a great time what's left of our honeymoon. We'll make better memories. Yeah?"
Alexis wiped her tears away before looking at me again, with a smile. She nodded her head once again.
"There we go. So what do you want to do today? Name it. Anything you say, and we'll do it."
"Anything?" She asked.
"Yep!" Showing my gratitude. Alexis looked at me for another second before attacking me. She tackled me so hard we fell backward. Luckily, the couch behind us broke our fall. Alexis smacked her lips with mine so hard, it hurt. It was a borderline headbutt!
It took a lot of force to break her kiss.
"Wait! Wait, Alexis! Are you sure? I mean...after last night...?" I questioned.
"I don't care. I want you. Now." With that, she went in to plant another kiss. Not as painful as the first time.
There was some reluctance in me at first. I mean, Alan did say I could have her now. He just wanted to have her first before me. A deal was a deal. He even said I could do whatever I wanted with her afterward. It sounded so wrong saying it like that, but I didn't care. I have a beautiful woman on top of me, who is my wife, and she wants to have sex with me.
I embraced her, returning my kiss, as she laid on top of me on the couch. It felt like she was trying to bury her head in my mouth.
It didn't bother me though. The passion I was getting from my wife was greater than any pain I might have felt at that moment. Whether physically or mentally. I was about to have sex with my wife finally. It didn't matter if Alan slept with her first. This was going to be the first of many where Alexis and I would have sex.
I realized I wasn't doing anything with my hands when Alexis, without breaking her kissing assault, guided my hands to her butt. Her perfect ass was just as perfect to touch as it was to look at.
As I squeezed my hands, I could feel how a good mix of plump and firmness her ass really was. I carefully massaged her, making sure not to hurt her with my touch.
"You can get rough. It's okay," Alexis whispered between breaths before kissing me again roughly. Even with permission, I couldn't squeeze any harder. I felt like I was going to hurt her if I did.
Instead, I gave her some slaps to her ass. Alexis responded by moaning into my mouth every time I did.
Alexis stopped and sat up straight. She was ready to take her top off when I stopped her.
"Let's take this to the bedroom. Yeah?"
"Okay, sure," she responded breathlessly.
Alexis quickly hopped off of me and scurried to the bedroom, with me right behind her.
As she entered the room, she took off her top, letting it drop to the ground. She turned around to face me, wearing nothing but her khaki shorts and a red bra. I always preferred to see her in a bra. Besides the way it made her breasts look, the teasing aspect behind it really turns me on.
After admiring her body for a second, I started unbuttoning my shirt. I hated how I decided to wear one of the few shirts I owned that had a million buttons. I guess Alexis didn't appreciate it either because after I undid the 3rd button, she came up to me with an impatient look and ripped open my shirt. I notice some of the buttons scattered on the floor. Her action caught me off guard. So did her resuming her kissing assault.
My upper body is not much to look at. Hitting the gym wouldn't hurt, of course, but every time I make plans to go, I come up with some excuse not to. It's usually I'm not in the mood. Alexis tries to get me to go with her but I come up with some excuse not to. Even when she does persuade me to go to the gym, I do one exercise for barely five minutes and I'm done.
Alexis doesn't care that my body is average-looking. She's one of those rare types that heavily considers personality over looks. Ironically, Alexis helped me developed a better personality after discovering we both shared the same interests. It has helped me to open up more.
As she kissed me, her hands made its way to my belt. It took only seconds for her to undo it before moving on to pull down my zipper. She sunk her hand inside and began to stroke my still flaccid cock.
I didn't know why I had such a hard time getting it up. This is something I've been waiting for, ever since Alexis and I got together. Not only was the thought of finally having sex excited me, but the fact that I was going to do it with my beautiful wife. So why wasn't my little guy excited too?
As Alexis kept trying effortlessly to get me hard, my mind was racing as to what my problem could be. The only (and obvious) reason I could think of was the fact that Alexis had recently slept with my boss, Alan, last night first. I know it's not her fault at all. I had a hand in making sure Alan was able to sleep with her first.
Instinctively, my thoughts shifted to images of Alan and Alexis together from last night. The way their perfect bodies entwined seemed blissful. Her expression was full of lust as Alan had his way with her the whole time.
I thought it wasn't a good idea to have those thoughts as I'm trying to get intimate with my wife, but the damnedest thing happened. I was getting hard.
I'm not sure if it was a result of Alexis' motivation or thinking about her with Alan last night. I hated having to think it was the latter. To my dismay, as I replayed last night's event, my dick was growing at rapid speed.
"There he is," Alexis whispered in my ear. She gave a playful chuckle before dropping to her knees. She pulled down my pants and boxers, at the same time, all the way down to my ankles.
Alexis worked on her stroking some more, with the addition of massaging my balls. I looked down to admire her handy work but soon felt like I was losing my erection. I shot my head up to the sky, closing my eyes as if the pleasure I'm feeling was too much. In actuality, I was trying hard to think of anything to keep me from getting soft.
I don't know why, but envisioning Alexis with Alan seems to do the trick every time. I tried remembering the different positions they were in as they had sex in Alan's king-size bed. I've been an avid porn watcher ever since I was 13, but watching another couple have sex in front of me was so much better. Even if it was my wife who was one of the two.
The more I thought about last night, the harder I got. I like to think Alexis' hands helped considerably. The last thing I need now is not being able to perform when my wife is asking for it. So if imagining her having sex with my evil boss from last night gets the job done, then so be it.
When my little head was standing at full attention, Alexis moved in to give small kisses and licks, up and down my shaft. She did this briefly before sinking her mouth around my cock. At least Alexis didn't give Alan a blowjob. I thought maybe I could see her going down okay would be enough to keep me stimulated. I watched her going to town on me, making my dick disappear over and over again. A task not difficult to do since I was only 5 inches. But I hear 5 inches is enough for women to feel something. So why all the hype from women when they're with a guy with a monster dick?
As I admired my wife's amazing skill, I noticed to my utter shock, I was getting soft again!
This can't be happening! What's wrong with me? It's like my mind very much wants to have sex with my beautiful wife but my body doesn't.
I think she knew what was happening due to escalating her suction. But it wasn't enough. For some reason, physical stimulation was not going to get me anywhere.
With much reluctance, I closed my eyes to once again picture my wife with Alan. I thought about how it would look if Alexis had given Alan a blowjob. I imagined her being unable to take it all in since he was much bigger than me. She would probably choke on it a few times as she tried her best to take it all in. No doubt, her mouth would be completely filled up with his cock.
And, of course, I returned to my rock hard self. This was a whole new level of humiliation for me. Alan's action has inflicted some serious mental damage to me. I would probably have to see a therapist to get my mind back to normal again. There is no way I'm going to be thinking about Alexis and Alan together in order to have sex with my own wife! If Alan knew about this, he would be on cloud nine.
I wasn't sure how long Alexis went down on me. I was focusing on keeping my erection by imagining last night that I completely missed most of the pleasure Alexis was trying to give me. I snapped out of it when I felt Alexis move away to climb onto the bed.
She moved to the center of the queen-size bed, wearing only her lingerie. I saw her perfect ass swivel as she crawled on the bed on all four. She laid on her back with her legs crossed and arms spread.
"Are you ready to make love to your wife finally?" Playfully teasing again.
"Oh, yeah," was all I could think of. I hopped out of my pants and quickly crawled over to her naked.
"You seem to be a little overdressed for the occasion," I joked. I was never good at dirty talk but I felt obligated at times, even if it was warranted.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Alexis replied right back.
"You'll see," I said.
I'm not really graceful too so I simply just took off her underwear before tossing it on the floor. Her pussy looked perfect and well worth the wait. I mean, I have seen it before in the past. It's the only one I've seen that wasn't through a computer screen.
I moved my hands under her back to which she arched her back for me to have better access. But even then, for whatever reason, I was having trouble releasing the three clasps that were keeping her bra attached. I became agitated as a minute had passed and I couldn't get the first one off.
"Here, let me..." Alexis started saying.
"No, I got it," I said.
"Babe, let me help," she insisted.
"No, I got it. I feel it. I'm almost there."
"Would you just stop?" She snapped.
I knew that tone all too well. I stopped my attempt to undo her bra. She sat up a little to reach behind her and undid the bra in 2 seconds. Seeing her breasts always feel like I'm seeing them for the first time. Such an exciting feeling as I examined her perfect 34D globes. Tanned thanks to her Mexican background with darker areolas.
"There. That's out of the way," she tossed her bra on the floor. "Now, come here."
Feelings of inadequacy were replaced with lust as Alexis grabbed my head for another passionate make-out session. Her naked body pressed up against mine felt incredible. It was a feeling I think everyone should experience. To have someone you love to share a romantic embrace before making love. I am a lucky guy.
We remained like that for quite some time. I wanted to prolong the experience, even though we'll have endless moments like this in the future. Alexis stopped the makeout session to say something.
"Are you ready?" She asked me.
I thought that was polite of her to ask. She knew I was a virgin and perhaps wanted to make sure I was alright.
I was just about to say "yes" when I realized I had gone completely soft! I was too busy enjoying making out with my beautiful naked wife, that I forgot to concentrate on staying hard.
What the hell am I talking about? Making out with a beautiful naked woman would cause most guys to have an erection! God, what is wrong with me?
I tried not to give anything away with what happened but Alexis must've known as soon as she saw my expression change. She looked down between her spread legs to see my flaccid self.
"Uhhh....problem?" Alexis asked.
"No, uh...You know what it is? It was at a weird angle when I was on top and it didn't feel good at all. I didn't notice until we stopped kissing. Sorry, babe." I hope that was enough to satisfy her concern.
"It's okay. I can fix that." Alexis resumed kissing me again but this time stroking my cock at the same time to get it hard.
The good thing about kissing is how both people have to close their eyes in order to enjoy the experience properly.
I took advantage of that moment, once again, to for the umpteenth time imagine Alexis having sex with Alan. Not even remembering my favorite porn stars in action did the trick. For some reason, it had to be Alexis and Alan. This wasn't what I wanted in my mind as I made love to my wife for the first time. This was embarrassing just as much as it was humiliating.
Deep in thought, I was able to get myself hard again in a little over a minute. I knew I didn't have enough time so I tried to move the process along.
"Okay, I'm ready," I said.
Alexis smiled as she stroked it a few more times before aiming the head of my cock to her pussy. She looked in my eyes as we were about to finally consummate our marriage. I thought staring into my beautiful wife's eyes would be enough to maintain the passion I had for her.
Feeling myself go inside her was one of the best feelings in the world. I finally knew what all the hype was about. I was no longer a virgin. She felt amazing as I went inside her. Without taking her eyes off of me, she let out a small moan as I plunged all of me into her. I did the same reaction, letting her know the feeling was amazing for me too.
I never thought my cock would feel something so incredible like a woman's vagina. So warm, so soft. I wanted to stay inside her like that forever. I thought for sure this time it would be enough to stay hard.
Slowly, I rocked my hips back and forth, like I have seen plenty of male porn stars do in the movies. I have to admit, my knowledge of sex solely came from porn. My parents were too embarrassed to give me "the talk" and they didn't give permission for me to take sex ed in school. Not sure how they expected me to learn about sex if they didn't want me to learn it from anyone.
Alexis grabbed a hold of my face as I continued to make love to her. Her face still showed signs of ecstasy. I guess I was doing alright.
I was enjoying this wonderful moment with my wife when I felt a slight discomfort from my groin. I slowed down my thrusts a little to find out what happened, but immediately I knew what the answer was.
I was getting soft again.
Alexis never looked away. It was difficult to hide my worried look with her face right in front of mine. I looked away, closing my eyes once again, concentrating on my erection. It was my hope again that Alexis would take it as a sign of me enjoying the moment.
Instead, I was fantasizing about my wife having sex with another man in front of me. This was a horrible moment for me. What should've been something memorable, will be one I hope to forget one day.
While continuing to picture my wife with Alan from last night did help again, I really wanted this to be over. I was getting no pleasure from this whatsoever. And I felt it wasn't fair to Alexis that I wasn't in the right state of mind for this.
I may have been struggling but Alexis looked like she was having a great time. Is she faking it? Is she feeling any kind of pleasure from me? How can she when I barely didn't?
So I did the only thing I thought I could do in this situation. I faked an orgasm.
I pumped away into my wife faster, indicating I was about to cum. I even breathed faster and moaned a little, making sure to give an expression of pleasure.
I kept this up until I stopped, suddenly, pretending to cum. I couldn't even look at Alexis as I pretended to climax. It was too shameful.
I stayed still inside her, long enough to make sure it seemed legitimate, before pulling out and laying down next to her. I may have faked the whole thing, but it was still quite a workout. It wasn't until I laid down did I realize I was sweating a lot and panting for air. My reluctance to work out was starting to bite me in the ass.
I looked over to see Alexis, who was staring at me with a smile. She didn't look exhausted as I was.
"What do you think?" She asked me.
"About what?" I said, still trying to control my breathing. She gave a puzzled look as if to say, "are you serious?".
"Oh, yeah," I chuckled. "I'm just being silly. It was great. I enjoyed every minute of it," I lied. "How was it for you?"
"It was...good," Alexis slightly hesitated, making a weak attempt to hide her lie. It was definitely the cherry on top to my ordeal.
"I'm sorry. I promise I'll get better. This is my first time, ya know?" I said jokingly. Alexis smiled, turning onto her side, with one hand holding her head up and the other playing with my chest.
"So how does it feel like to not be a virgin anymore?" Alexis was using her index and middle finger like legs walking along my chest.
"Relief. I thought I was going to be a virgin well into my 50's". We both laugh at my cheesy joke. I could tell Alexis was genuinely happy. I may not have been able to satisfy her like Alan did last night, but I know what she feels for me is deeper and true. It's how I know she truly does love me.
"Well, I'm not sorry to burst your streak."
"I think I'm okay with that," I joked. Alexis moved her head closer to mine, to which I responded by moving closer to her to give her a kiss. Wanting to get this moment over with, I suggested we grab something to eat. Alexis agreed.
We both took showers together to save time and water. While she was cleaning herself, she discovered that there wasn't any of my semen for her to clean. I told her it was probably one of those things that happens to guys sometimes where even when we cum nothing comes out. It puzzled her for a bit but did not press on the issue.
We both got dressed after our showers and made our way to one of the resort's buffets. I haven't heard from Alan yet, which I'm not sure was a good or bad thing. I had hoped that one night with Alexis was enough to satiate his lust. Alexis and I still had four more days until we went back home, so there was plenty of time for him to do something else if he wanted to.
We had a nice lunch without any interruption. Yet, I was anxious the whole time, thinking Alan was going to show up.
Throughout lunch, however, Alexis received several texts. She said it was some of her family and friends who were checking in on her. My paranoid self was telling me she was lying, but my common-sense self was telling me to relax, that she made it clear earlier that she didn't want to repeat what happened last night. Right?
She didn't say she would never do it again.
But she said last night shouldn't have happened.
Keyword being "should". Plus, she has not once said she regretted it. If anything, she sounded like she will want to do it again. As long you're okay with it.
No way. There's no way she wants to do that again. Remember how it bothered Alexis? Why would she want to do it again if it made her feel that way?
Are you deaf? Or maybe you're just in denial. She very much wants to do it again. She's just worried about you and how it will make you feel. If you tell her just once that you don't want her to do it again, she'll do it. Because she loves you.
My thoughts were turning against me. I'm not sure what I would do or say if Alexis wanted to do that again. I would prefer Alan forcing himself on her. That way, she would fight him off and reject him, and I wouldn't have a choice in the matter. It was a horrible thing to think about, but it was true. I hated having to participate in seducing my wife to sleep with Alan.
Just then I received a text message of my own.
Shit. It was Alan.
I'm in the lobby. Meet me there. Now.
Reading that message made my heart sink. I should've known Alan would reach out to me again, yet my hopes wouldn't let me accept that notion.
"I, uh, have to use the restroom. I'll be right back," I lied.
Alexis was still on her phone, typing away when she looked up.
"Oh, okay, babe. Don't take too long," she smiled.
I got up and casually left the buffet dining room. Lucky for me, the lobby was near the dining area, so it took minutes to get there. I saw Alan sitting by himself in one of the lobby couches, typing away on his phone. When he saw me coming, he quickly put his phone away.
"Robert, my man! Have a seat!"
I sat on a different couch that was right next to the couch Alan was sitting on.
"What do you want, Alan?" I said.
He was about to say something until he scoffed, his happy expression changing to annoyance.
"You're lucky your wife was a good fuck last night. I'll let that mistake you just made slide. Just this once. If you say my name one more time, I'll correct you again. I don't give a fuck who sees. Do you understand me?"
He wouldn't do anything to me in front of these other people, would he? No way he could get away with hurting me in public. Especially with cameras around. Yet, I'm not a gambling man. I was too scared to call his bluff. So I quickly nodded, trying to look apologetic.
"Good. Now, as I was saying, you're wife was a great fuck. I have to thank you for letting me have her before you did. Now, she'll always know what a real man is supposed to feel like."
His words were like acid to my ears. I didn't want Alexis to sleep with him. He forced me to. If it wasn't for his blackmail, I would've rejected this insanity.
"Anyway, I know I said, this was going to be a one-time thing, but I've decided to change the plan a bit."
I should've known this was coming too. Those words hurt me even more. I was on the verge of screaming and crying.
"Usually, I'm a hit-it-and-quit-it kinda guy, but I figure, hell, we have a few more days here. Why not take advantage of them until we all go back home? Doesn't that sound like a better idea, Rob?"
I'm not surprised by the news, but I'm still shocked. I really didn't think this would happen again. Wishful thinking, I guess.
"But you said this would only be one time?" I pleaded.
"Yeah, but I changed my mind. Having your wife for one night is not enough. I want more time with her. Unless you have a problem with that? Do you have a problem with my change of plans, Rob?"
His question was said in a threatening tone. If I didn't answer the way he wanted me to, I would certainly pay for it. It was just another cruel way to torture me mentally. He knew I would say no, but under the circumstances, I couldn't afford to say that. I was still at his mercy.
"No, A- er..., sir, but-"
"But what?"
"Alexis. I don't think she's up for it again," I reasoned. Alan laughed.
He took out his phone, fiddled with it a bit then tossed it to me.
"I'm not too sure about that, buddy," Alan assured me.
After catching it, I looked at his phone to see text messages between him and Alexis. My suspicions about who she was texting were confirmed. Their dialogue was long. I skimmed through most of it, stopping to read some of their conversation.
Alan: You were amazing last night.
Alexis: Stop it. Robert is right next to me.
Alan: Sorry. I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about it. He's a lucky man to have a woman like you.
Alexis: This is wrong. I don't like texting you without him knowing.
Alan: So tell him. It's not like he doesn't know what happened last night.
I skimmed some more before stopping again to read some more material.
Alan: Alexis I won't lie. I very much want to be with you again. Of course, with Alan's blessing.
Alexis: I don't know. It's wrong. I don't think he wants to go through that again.
Alan: Do you?
Alexis: Do I what?
Alan: Do you want to be with me again?
Alexis: Yes
Based on the time she sent her texts, Alexis did not hesitate to answer his texts. I couldn't read anymore. I literally felt the blood draining from my face.
Does she want to do it again? But why? I thought she didn't like it? Doesn't she realize how much it hurts me?
Is that really true? C'mon, man, there is a part of you that really enjoyed what you saw last night.
No. That's not true. Alexis is my wife. No normal husband wants to see his wife in bed with another man.
It's hard to take you seriously especially after jacking off to watching them go at it. Not to mention you picturing fucking them when you made love to your wife for the first time.
Shut up!
I looked away, closing my eyes, trying not to listen to my own thoughts that have been against me since this whole thing started. I handed the phone back to Alan without looking at him.
"What did I tell you? Your wife couldn't get enough either. So here's what you're going to do. You're going to go back to your wife and have a long talk about where your relationship is going and all that shit. Then you're going to suggest my great idea as yours."
This was just not fair. I had to lie some more about my feelings of this situation. The more I sound convincing and with Alexis being drugged, the more she thinks that not only is this idea coming from me, but also how a great idea it sounds.
"You have until the end of the day to bring Alexis back to my suite. But you know what? I may not be against helping if you like. Of course, you're invited to watch too. I have to admit, knowing you were watching me fuck your wife on your honeymoon made me cum inside her harder."
Why can't he stop? What's wrong with him? How can he treat another human being like this? He has to see what this is doing to me. Or he just doesn't care. Only a psychopath would think that.
"If I don't see or hear from you and Alexis, I'll assume you failed and make sure your life is pure hell starting tomorrow." Alan stood up. "So don't take too long, buddy. Okay?" With that, he parted ways.
I just sat there, still digesting the sudden turn of events. I didn't have time to wallow in the bad news when Alexis texted me if I was alright. I didn't realize how much time had passed talking with Alan.
I was in no hurry to get back. I wish I could just stay here forever, not going through another episode of last night.
But I swallowed my anguish, took a deep breath, and walked back to the dining room.
Alexis was still on her phone typing away. I got close enough to see she had a worried look on her before noticing my return. She quickly put her phone away and replaced her look with a smile.
"Hey, what took you so long?" She asked.
"Sorry. Thought I had to go see a man about a horse. Then I thought buying one wasn't the right time," I joked.
"Funny," she mocked.
As I sat down, I tried to figure out how I wanted to say the next words carefully. I was either going to upset her or, worse, excite her.
I didn't get a chance to say anything. Instead, Alexis brought it up first.
"Babe. We need to talk about something. About last night."
I guess Alan was busy convincing her too to have this conversation, covering all bases.
"Right. Um...Do you want to go back to the room to talk?"
Alexis looked outside through the nearest window. It's another bright and sunny day.
"Let's go for a walk. On the beach." Alexis suggested. I nodded and proceeded to follow her towards the direction of the beach.
The temperature was in the high 90s but walking along the shore made it cooler thanks to the waves. Alexis took off her sandals and held onto them as she and I walked close enough to where we can feel the water reach our feet.
Making sure there was no one else around, we had our personal conversation.
"I've been thinking about last night." Alexis started.
"Regrets?"
She didn't say anything.
"It's okay, Alexis. You can tell me anything. You know that, right?" I reassured her.
"What if I said I don't?"
"No regrets?"
She nodded, looking down at the sand. I wish I could really tell her how I was genuinely feeling. It killed me every time I convinced her to sleep with Alan. I didn't have the guts to do so. I was still very much afraid of Alan and his threats.
"I told you before, Alexis. It's what I wanted. It's what I've always wanted. My only regret is that I didn't tell you sooner. I am sorry for that."
"It's just that...I never thought in a thousand years I could ever do that to someone I love."
"You say that like you meant to hurt someone. You haven't hurt me. Just the opposite."
"You know what I mean, Robert. I've never cheated on any of the men I've been with before you."
"This is not cheating. Cheating on me would mean you see other men behind my back. That's not what happened last night."
"So you can honestly say, without any doubt, that last night did not bother you whatsoever?"
Of course, it did, Alexis, I thought.
"Of course not, Alexis," I said. "I wouldn't have mentioned it if it did. Imagine my surprise when you actually did it."
"So you don't hate me?"
"Of course not!"
"Or think I'm a slut?"
"Oh, well, yeah."
"What?!" She said in disbelief.
I gave her a sly smile, indicating I was joking. She punched me on the shoulder.
"Pendejo!" Alexis yelled.
"Sorry, babe, I couldn't resist."I may have been in turmoil about the situation, but that didn't mean Alexis had to be too. At the very least, I wanted her to be happy and enjoy herself. "But seriously, though, I don't think you're a slut."
"My God. What would my family and friends think if they found out what happened here?"
"Why would they know? How would they even find out?"
"I don't know. Just thinking the worst case scenario."
You mean like now? I thought.
"They will never find out. This is just between us. The only way they'll ever find out about what happened here is if we tell them. Which we won't, of course."
"I know..."
"What else is bothering you?"
"It makes me think what else I don't know about myself. I'm just surprised at myself. I'm hoping I don't regret this later."
"Maybe you will, maybe you won't. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Together."
Alexis looked at me, returning the fake smile I had on.
"So we're really doing this?" She asked.
"I think so. As long as you want to." It was still my hope that Alexis will want to stop the whole thing.
"How often do you think you want to do this?" Alexis asked.
"I don't know. I guess we could play it by ear."
"Are you going to want to watch all the time?"
I didn't know how to answer that. I'm not sure if Alan wanted me to be there all the time to watch them, even though he said he got a kick out of it.
"Not all the time. I guess you could tell me all about it afterward. Did it bother you at all when I watched you last night?"
"Honestly? I forgot you were there. Alan...just has a way where I'm, like, under his spell."
"Wow. You must really like him." It hurt to say those words. Alexis doesn't know what kind of person Alan really is. I hope she never does.
"I do. He's a good guy. He's handsome, charming, and smart...," Alexis trailed off. It looked like she was thinking about him, trying to hide a smile. She changed her expression when she noticed me looking at her. "But I don't love him. I never will. You're the only man I love."
"I know, babe".
"With him, it's just....lust. I never felt lust that powerful. It's overwhelming. I don't know why I feel that way about him. Last night, I couldn't resist him. In the back of my mind, I thought you would step in to stop him. But you didn't. It's when I knew, you were being serious. About your fantasy."
So she did wanted me to stop her. And I wanted her to resist him and walk away. My masculinity was becoming more absent by the second.
"Now you know," was all I could say. I didn't want to lie and confirm it.
"I have to tell you something," she said.
"What is it?"
"I've been texting Alan since this morning. He was asking about us. He was surprised when he came back from the bathroom and didn't see us in his suite. He also said he tried calling me and the room. Did you hear the phone ring this morning?"
Another lie Alan wanted me to confirm. I really hated how I helped portray him as a good and thoughtful person.
"Must've been asleep," I said.
"Anyway, he and I have been texting quite a bit today. I didn't want to keep that from you. No lies or secrets between us anymore, okay?"
I nodded. We remained silent as we saw an older couple walking towards us. We both exchanged pleasantries as they walked past us. I waited until there was considerable distance between us and the couple.
"What else did he say?"
"He said he really had a great time last night. He's never done anything like that before. And...," Alexis had trouble completing the sentence.
"And?"
"...And was asking if there's a chance it could happen again." She looked at me, waiting to see my reaction.
"What did you say," I responded calmly.
"I told him I didn't know. That I wouldn't if you had a problem with it. But I mean...," again Alexis had trouble saying the next words.
"What is it?"
"Do we really want to go down this road, Robert? Can you honestly say this will not change you or us in the future? Once was okay, but I'm just scared what's going to happen to us if we keep doing this?"
I thought about her concerns for a moment before answering.
"Sounds like you're more worried about me than you. How does it make you feel? Do you think you can handle it?"
"I asked you first," she retorted.
I felt that urge again to tell her the truth. Not only everything that Alan made me do but tell her how this will really affect me in the long run. But I didn't want to get in trouble with Alan. I haven't forgotten his threats and what will happen to me if I don't do what he says.
"I will still love you if that's what you're worried about. Last night, I didn't get upset or jealous when I saw you with Alan. It was...everything I had hoped. If you do this with me, my love for you will never change. I want you to be happy. Like I am." I gave her a big smile. Some of that was the truth. No matter what she does with Alan, I will still love her.
She gave me a sympathetic look. Alexis had her mind on another matter before speaking again.
"Do you want to be with another girl?"
I laughed at her question.
Alexis is the only girl I've been in a serious relationship with. I can count with how many girls I've been with, before her, with one hand. But even if I am able to attract another girl, I wouldn't do anything with her. Alexis is the only girl for me. I know I'm the only man for her. But thanks to that drug, her thoughts and emotions have been altered.
"Why are you laughing?" She asked me.
"I'm not exactly a ladies man in case you didn't notice yet! And even if a girl did find me attractive, I wouldn't do anything with her."
"But it's okay with you if I'm with another man?" she questioned me again.
"That's what being in a cuckold relationship is all about. It's weird, I know. But it's how I feel. And I am so happy that you turned my dream into reality."
Fear is a powerful motivator. And right now it's motivating me to keep sounding convincing.
We walked some more along the shore in silence. I wasn't keeping track of how long we've been walking. I knew it was far judging by how small the resort looked from where we are.
"I never thought I would do this with the man I love. If anything, I was afraid of being cheated on. You know about some of the guys I've dated, right?"
I nodded. "The assholes."
She smiled. "Right. I've never cheated on anyone before. I guess, according to you, I still haven't."
"Right," I agreed.
Suddenly Alexis stepped in front of me to stop me from walking.
"If we're going to do this Robert, you have to promise me a few things," Alexis commanded.
"Okay. What is it?"
"First," she held up her index finger, "you are going to be honest with me about everything. What you're feeling, what you're thinking, and what you're doing. Okay?"
I had to hold back my tears because I knew I was already breaking that promise. If I told her the truth now, everything would be for nothing. I had to think what the lesser of two evils was.
"Of course, babe. What else?"
"Second, I can end this whenever I want. No matter what the reason is. And you can never argue with me about it." Alexis waited for my answer.
"Yes, that's fair." I hope I will never be in a situation where I'll have to convince Alexis to keep going with this bizarre arrangement. "Anything else?"
She embraced me, her face closer to mine.
"Don't ever stop loving me. Okay? Because I will always love you. You're the only man I will ever love."
"And you're the only woman I will ever love." We both kissed for a long time until we just stood there holding each other for comfort.
