Chapter 8.
Hotwife Training
Anna
(I know the cat is out of the bag! I just can't figure out why Roy hasn't confronted me about Todd. But the why's don't really matter anymore because I've already given up hope that Roy will ever forgive me.)
When we arrived at Luigi's, I felt terribly guilty about how some of the patrons looked at us; and all but laughed in Roy's face as the maître d' escorted us to a table. Once we were seated, I saw Sandy and Rob across the restaurant. Becky still had her face buried in her mother's shoulder, and they were doing their best to ignore us. Then a new wave of guilt washed over me as I thought, another bridge burnt.
By the time the maître d' finished listing off the evening's choices, Todd's words were echoing in my head again, and I couldn't help but wonder if that's why Roy hadn't confronted me about him. Then a prickle of anger shot up my spine as it dawned on me that all this drama could have been avoided if Roy wasn't too fucking proud to admit how he really felt.
The waiter showed up with another bottle of their finest champagne and said it was on-the-house but he didn't say from whom. I presumed it was the Captain's way of saying he was sorry for everything Roy had endured today. Then Roy started to tell the waiter we didn't want the champagne.
"Speak for yourself," I cut in.
Hell! It was a free four-hundred-plus-dollar bottle of champagne, and I figured a glass or two would make Todd's dog-and-pony show at Gulliver's more tolerable. Roy was brooding, and "pass the salt" was the extent of our dinner conversation. When the waiter asked if we would like dessert. We declined, and Roy slipped him a twenty with a wink for the free bottle.
I wasn't going to let good champagne go to waste and grabbed the bottle to top off my glass one last time before we left, but it was empty? Huh, I didn't think Roy had drank that much.
He suggested we catch the sunset, but after my fall from grace with Becky, I wasn't enthused about the idea, and I hoped we didn't run into the Gomezes. Then I figured, what the hell? The sundeck was as good a place as any to kill time until we headed to Gulliver's.
"Sure. Whatever you want to do, Hubby!" I blurted out a little louder than I intended, then someone at a nearby table coughed out a not-so-veiled, "Cuck!"
I wasn't sure where "Hubby" came from, as I stifled a giggle. But Then I decided my Freudian slip of the tongue was only fair after Roy's smart-assed "If the shoe fits, wear it" remark.
We made our way up to the sundeck and kicked back on some loungers. It was cloudy to the west, so the sunset wasn't much more than a short-lived red tint high in the sky, and I was glad the Gomezes didn't bother to come up.
I knew Roy was in a bad mood, but I really hoped he would dance with me tonight. I love to dance, and we hadn't been out dancing since New Year's Eve! We had an incredible time that night, and I hoped that if I reminded Roy of the good times, it would help lighten his mood.
"Do you remember the last time we went out dancing?" I asked as I instinctively took his hand.
"I sure do," he replied with a smile and tone that suddenly gave me hope all was not lost.
I reassured Roy that all we needed to do, was buy Todd and his friends a round of drinks, mingle a little, and then get out of there.
"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled.
That's when I realized I had mistaken a good memory for hope and blew up at Roy out of disgust with the whole situation.
"Damn it, Roy! We're stuck on this fuckin' boat, and I'm not going to hide in our room because you are embarrassed about falling overboard!"
I knew he wasn't actually embarrassed about that, as much as he was about everyone thinking Todd was fucking his wife. But if Roy wasn't going to be truthful with himself about how he felt, then why the fuck should I be, I thought.
He was pissed and made it clear that he was not embarrassed about falling overboard. Then he angrily stated he wasn't putting up with any more of their shit! But again, he didn't call-me-out about Todd, and I began to think Todd was right. Roy would never admit that it turned him on when other men chased after me, caught me, and had their way with me.
I couldn't explain why I was so upset about his denial, but I could feel my rage building, and I was done pretending he would ever take me back.
"Well, I'm not hiding. I'm going dancing. So if you wanna go hide in the room... Fine! I'm sure I can find somebody to dance with me at Gulliver's," I declared.
I was determined to make the best of the situation and, at the very least, go dancing. Even if it was to some lame-ass technopop, I thought as I stomped off and left Roy sitting there. I figured he would just go back to our room and sulk. And to be honest, I didn't really care what he did at that moment.
Roy was right behind me when I got to the bottom of the stairs, but I just ignored him and headed for Gulliver's. Instead of heading to our room, he began to follow me. I stopped in my tracks, spun around, and faced him.
"The room is that way!" I angrily spat as I pointed toward our stateroom.
I didn't want Roy to come along if he was just going to be a whiny little bitch about everything.
"So it is," Roy said with a sly grin as he held out his arm to escort me.
Frankly, I was surprised by his attitude change as I took his arm and headed for Gulliver's. I hoped he was ready to buck up, swallow his pride, and get through the public humiliation of admitting that he owed Todd and his friends a drink for saving his life. But I wasn't sure how Roy would act once Todd started his rude cocky bullshit. Todd was a great fuck, but truth-be-told, he was an asshole and could learn a thing or two about being a gentleman from Roy.
Sure enough, the DJ was playing some lame-ass technopop when we arrived at Gulliver's. Then just after we walked into the club, Terra caught me off guard when she came up behind us, latched onto our shoulders, and stuck her head between ours.
It turned out that Terra sent us the champagne, and Roy politely thanked her. Then she kissed him on the cheek, and I could tell it made him uncomfortable, and my hackles went up! I knew it was just a harmless peck on the cheek, and I didn't have the right to be jealous after everything I had done. It just made me feel very protective of Roy. But then, I had nowhere to go with those feelings and put them away as Terra led us to some tables by the dance floor.
Todd was surprisingly civil and said he was glad to see Roy up and walking around. Then he raised his glass, and when all the guys cheered, I began to think maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. But then Terra sat Roy across from Todd, and I could feel his disdain as she ushered me around the table, sat me next to Todd, and sat herself between Roy and me.
I was suddenly very nervous that Terra would make a scene in front of Roy. I wasn't ready to let that cat out-of-the-bag; just yet. Although, I was sure Roy would think it was great as much as he liked girl-on-girl porn. But then, Terra handed me a flute of champagne and called me "pet!" Well, so much for that, I thought as we raised our glasses in a toast, and she blew me a kiss.
Then a young, pretty waitress named Carrie came to the table. Todd told her Roy was buying the next round as the crude bastard ran his hand up her leg, then played with her ass under her miniskirt while he rattled off the drink order. She seemed to like it, and I figured Carrie was one of his fuck bunnies.
Then Todd asked me what kind of music I liked to dance to. I looked at the dance floor and saw there were only two couples shuffling around to the Technopop. I wasn't surprised since most of the couples in the club were in their forties and fifties. But then, I knew just what to do about that, and told Todd I loved dancing to old rock n' roll. I was sure that would get the crowd going and lighten the mood.
Todd relaid my request to Carrie, then slapped her ass. She jumped with a giggly squeal, then sashayed around the table and held her hand out as Roy reluctantly fished-out his room keycard. Carrie snatched the card from his hand and blew him a slutty little kiss. Then she strutted to the DJ stand, relayed my request, and headed for the bar.
A moment later, the DJ cut the music and announced Roy Benson was buying everyone a round. I knew he had to be fuming, and I was afraid he would lose it, but to my surprise, he just sat there stoically as the crowd cheered. Then the DJ announced my request and called me "Miss Benson," but Roy didn't seem bothered by it, and I was glad because the first song the DJ played was one of my favorites.
I ran around the table, pulled Roy out of his chair, and out to the crowded dance floor as Bob Seager's Old Time Rock & Roll filled the club. He actually smiled at me, and I wished we were back at that New Year's Eve party, and had never left, as I danced with my husband and forgot all our troubles. Then, after only a couple songs, Terra cut in, and I felt horrible for Roy as he turned with a resigned look and walked away.
"Oh, don't worry about your hubby. He'll come around, eventually," Terra shouted over the music as she ground against my body.
I had to admit she was a good dancer as we moved and grooved to Warrant's Cherry Pie, but I was worried about Roy and kept checking the table. It looked like the boys were all getting along okay, and I finally relaxed and got back into the music. As it turned out, she wasn't just a good dancer. Terra was a great dancer. Of course, I had danced with women before; it's inevitable when you're at a big club. But I'd never cut loose and danced with another woman like this, and I was having a blast!
Suddenly, Terra stopped dancing and held her finger to my lips in a hold-on gesture. Then she lifted the hem of her little black club dress and pulled her phone from her stocking. I couldn't help but notice her very expensive lace garter and that she wasn't wearing panties as she checked her phone.
It was a text from Todd that simply said, "Non-believer."
I looked at the table and saw the dismissive smirk on Roy's face. The text suddenly made perfect sense, and I understood why Roy would be skeptical, given how adamant I'd always been about my heterosexuality. Then a naughty chill ran through my body at the thought of playing with Terra in front of Roy, and without a second thought, I sucked her finger deep into my mouth and put on a show for the boys. Not to mention all the people dancing around us.
