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?"
