"Honey? There's something I have to tell you. Something I should've told you before we left, but...I thought you wouldn't understand until we left," I said to my wife of barely a day.
"What is it, babe?" Alexis said, understandably looking worried. My 23-year old Mexican-American wife looked incredible. With her slightly tanned and toned body, D-cup breasts, seemingly long legs even though she's five feet four inches tall, and long raven hair, she was a knockout. Alexis loves to workout too which did wonders for her body, especially her ass, thanks to the Brazilian butt exercise phenomenon. The perfect woman. And now I risk losing her, over something I could never have imagined.
God, how am I going to say the next words? There is no way she will go for this. And what's worse, we just got married yesterday! She's going to freak out.
How did it come to this? How could I do this to her? This is all my fault. She would leave me for sure. Hell, I would, if I was her.
"There's something about me I never told you. Something embarrassing. I was too ashamed to tell you ever since we started dating. But I figure since we're married now, you have a right to know."
"God, Robert you're scaring me. What is it? Just tell me." Alexis demanded. I am lucky to be with a woman like Alexis, not only because she was very beautiful, but how she was such a caring person. I knew other women from my past who looked just as attractive as her, but with an ugly personality. So it was such a huge shock to me that Alexis gave me the time of day to know me better. People who saw us together thought she was way out of my league. Hey, I agree, but I sure wasn't complaining about it.
Here goes nothing.
"I have...uh...this...fantasy..." I started off saying.
"Yeah?" my wife said, suspiciously.
Just remember what Alan said, and you'll be alright, I thought.
"And...I think it's important that you respect it as best as you can. Otherwise...," I swallowed hard, "...otherwise, I think we may have rushed into getting married." That was hard enough to say already, and I even haven't gotten to the worst part yet.
"Wait, what? Are you kidding? If you're joking, then this isn't funny, Robert. Okay? So, just stop it." Alexis said, looking pissed. I always thought it was funny how her accent gets thicker when she's upset. Even now, I wanted to laugh but the situation I'm in reminded me how this is not a laughing matter.
"I'm not kidding, Alexis. I'm telling you the truth. In hindsight, I should've told you before we got married, but I'm telling you now."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing! You've never acted like this before, Robert! Are you talking about our marriage already being over while we are on our honeymoon? What the fuck?!" She shoved me hard, making me hit the wall hard behind me. For a 5'4" Latina, she was very strong. All those years playing different sports in school made her athletically gifted. Her perfect ass was evident of that as she started pacing back in forth in our hotel room, speaking in spanish angrily. Even upset, she looks amazing. Her naturally tanned body was already tight and had just enough muscles in all the right places. If that wasn't enough, she had a face of an angel. Well, more like a demon now that she's angry with me. But she was still stunningly breathtaking. Her long raven hair, with dark brown eyes, a killer smile, and dimples could actually kill a man! She was your typical Mexican beauty.
My thoughts were interrupted when Alexis stopped her pacing and glared at me with her arms crossed.
"So?"
"'So'...what?"
"What's this stupid fantasy that's SO important it could cost us our marriage?"
This next part is going to be twice as bad. But I have no choice. The ring on her finger with the small diamond I gave her, glittered as if warning me about the consequences that might happen.
"Just promise me, you'll keep an open mind, will you?" I pleaded.
"JUST...tell me," Alexis was on the verge of losing her cool. What I'm about to say next will do the trick. With a deep sigh, I continued.
"Do you know...what a...'cuckold' is?"
"A what?" Alexis asked.
"A...cuckold?" I repeated.
"Cuckoo? What the hell is that?"
I was really hoping to avoid explaining the details.
"No, cuck-old," I corrected her. "There's no easy way to say this, babe. But to put it simply: a cuckold is someone, usually a husband, who likes to watch his wife...with another man."
I didn't think our fight would ever end. Alexis had quite a few choice of words for me after I told her what a cuckold is. I knew she was really upset when she started yelling in spanish. Alexis' argument consisted of how disgusting I and the fantasy was, and how I would let another man be with her instead of me. While my argument was mostly me trying to calm her down. I couldn't tell her the real reason why. If I did, then I would be in much, much bigger trouble.
I would've relented after taking such a verbal beating, but I had to stick to my guns. When Alexis saw I was not going to change my mind, she threatened she would leave the resort and the island altogether. Unfortunately, the next cruise won't come in until a week from now. That was the only way to enter and leave the resort on the island. In a huff, she stormed away, leaving me alone in our room.
I was also upset. Upset at myself and the situation. This was all my fault. I went over to the mini bar and drank two bottles when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was room service but when I opened it, there was my boss, Alan McCarthy. It was strange to see him in any other attire besides business. He wore a red t-shirt with swim trunks and sandals. His shirt was a little too tight for his upper body with how I was able to see his muscular physique through it. I know Alan participates in plenty of marathons and competitions that tests his physical abilities. With his trunks, it was evident he did not skip leg day. His calves looked more like chiseled stones. I had to look slightly up since he was 6'3". To top it all off, the man was extremely good-looking.
I have worked for Alan almost a year. I applied for the job after I finished college with a bachelor's in business. It was a steady job with plenty of opportunities if I worked hard. Alexis got hired from a small company as a bookkeeper. We were living a normal life with no complications and had a plan for our future. It certainly did not involve my boss interfering with our lives.
"Rob, how you doin', buddy?" Alan said, letting himself into my room, slapping me on the shoulder.
"What are you doing here, Alan?"
"Just seeing how things are going. I see you've started the party without me." Alan commented on the empty bottles I just drank.
"I told her."
"Told her what exactly?"
"That I wanted to be a...cuckold."
"And?" Alan drank one of the liquor bottles.
"She's upset, obviously. She just stormed out of here. I don't know if she's coming back."
"Of course, she's coming back. She married you, didn't she?" Alan joked.
"Did you not hear what I said? She's pissed off at me. And for good reason."
"Relax, Rob. Everything is going according to plan. Any woman like Alexis would be angry, of course. It's a Latin thing. She'll be back, trust me. You just make sure you do your part." Alan walked some more around my room. "This is a cute room."
"What's the point of trying to convince her I want this if she doesn't want to hear it. It's hard enough when I don't want to do this."
"Well, you'll just have to figure out how to sound more convincing then. As for your wife, I got that covered."
"What do you mean? What are you going to do?" I asked with trepidation.
"Your wife doesn't know who I am, right? I'll be the perfect gentlemen she runs into by 'accident'," Alan used his fingers as quotation marks, "and carefully convince her to follow her husband's perverted fetishes."
"Don't hurt her, okay? If you do anything-" I started to warn Alan until he cut me off.
"Or what?" Alan's casual demeanor changed instantly. "What are you gonna do, Robert? Huh?"
Alan shoved me a few times, forcing me to answer. I just looked down and away. I knew he had all the power.
"That's what I thought, pussy. Just remember what I got on you. You think this is bad now? Just say the word and I'll make your fucking world crumble!" Alan yelled at me. I just looked down, feeling defeated.
My mind went back to the day when he called me into his office and coerced me to follow a plan he had for my then-fiancee. My world already crumbled on that day. And what made it worse was the false evidence he has against me. But it looked credible. Alan went through so much trouble just to sleep with my wife. Alan barely noticed me ever since I started working for him. We would exchange the usual "hey" with a wave whenever we crossed paths. I had a picture of Alexis that I hung up on my cubicle from day one. And then one day when Alan passed by my desk area he noticed that picture and asked me who she was.
He didn't assume Alexis was my wife. I could hear the surprise in his tone when I told him we were engaged. Not to mention the numerous times I had to tell him she was in fact with me and that she wasn't a relative. Which I find odd now since I'm white and she's Hispanic. How could he have thought we were related? Alan wasn't the only person, nor will be the last, to be surprised she's with me. I'm not the worst-looking guy out there but I can admit I do look average at 5'9", brown hair and eyes, and barely work out. Alexis tries to get me to exercise with her but I usually don't. I get tired really fast and am not in the mood at all. It boosts my ego, though, when people are surprised I'm with Alexis or if they say that I'm lucky. I do enjoy showing her off, I have to say. I've never felt such pride in a long time. I know the kind of guys Alexis used to date. Alan would've fit perfectly in that category.
At 32, Alan is a good-looking guy. A good-looking guy in great shape no less. Before he worked for the company he spent time in the Marines as well. In other words, he was the type of guy all women wanted. I know for a fact he's been with plenty of women. For a guy like him, it isn't hard to find a woman. As for me, I'm the complete opposite. I've had a fair amount of dates over the years and even had a girlfriend or two, but none of which led to sex. It was usually because they weren't ready to have sex or our relationship wasn't mature enough. I think that last part is BS. But I digress.
Now that I finally found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, Alan stepped in with his own plans. Looking back it now, I should not have told Alan I'm a virgin. He said it was icing on the cake. He wanted to sleep with my wife before me, in our honeymoon. It was that day in Alan's office did I see his true colors. He's not a good man at all.
"I hate to resort to threats, Robbie, but if you keep stepping out of line, you'll force my hand," Alan said.
