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?"
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.
"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.
"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.
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."
"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."
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-"
"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?
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.
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.
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?"
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."
"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 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. Her love did help relieve some of the stress and pain I was feeling. With her in my arms, it felt like everything was going to be alright.
On our way back to the resort we next spoke about where we go from here.
"Remember when I said I've been texting Alan since this morning?" Alexis reminded me.
"Well, he invited us back to his suite tonight."
This was something else I should've seen coming. Our time here was going to be over soon. Alan was not going to waste any time getting more intimate with my wife.
"Really? Do you want to go?"
Alexis looked at me confused.
"Don't you?" She asked me.
"I mean, yeah, but I just want to make sure you're ready for this again."
"It's weird. I feel like I'm fighting with myself. I do but I don't. It's how I felt last night. It wasn't until Alan made the first move that I completely gave in. Maybe tonight will be the same."
"I guess we'll see," I took Alexis' and held it tight as we walked back the rest of the way to the resort.
It was still early, so we decided to go back to the room and change for the beach. We haven't been there yet so we thought we make a whole day of it.
Alexis brought two pairs of bathing suits with her. The one she was wearing now was a white one-piece bathing suit that reveals her stomach and back, as well as her shapely legs. She did her hair into a bun.
I was wearing my simple green trunks I've had since high school. It was evident I haven't been outside much since I look like I could pass off as a vampire. While Alexis, who has already been blessed with a tan complexion, was looking darker thanks to her outdoor adventures with Alan.
The beach had long rows of wooden beach chairs for the guests to use. We manage to find two empty ones together. Alexis walked ahead of me towards the chairs. It was hard not to notice several men eyeing her as she walked passed them. Alexis was looking even sexier in a swimsuit. She could be a Sports Illustrated model.
We had a great time at the beach without any incident. We swam, we tanned, we talked some more. We even socialized with another couple while we were there. It was a moment I wished lasted forever. We were genuinely a happily married couple enjoying our honeymoon.
We were there for almost two hours before we decided to head back to our room. We showered and dressed to go to another one of the restaurants the resort had to offer. We decided to go to one that was located outside. By the time we arrived at the restaurant it was 6:14 pm.
Alexis was looking amazing as usual dressed to kill. It was a red dress that hugged her body tightly, showing all the curves of her body. She also applied some makeup which only enhanced her beauty. Alexis was the type of woman who had natural beauty and certainly did not need the help of makeup. But, like most women, Alexis felt it was necessary to make herself more "pretty".
Dinner was also pleasant as we ate our delicious meal with a live band playing and a beautiful view of the beach to go with it. Even being with her for so long, it was hard to take my eyes off her. She just looked so beautiful and way out of my league. I couldn't have asked for a better woman to spend the rest of my life with as my wife.
As we talked and held hands, I completely forgot about my predicament. My thoughts were only on her. On us. It was how this honeymoon should have been. But reality came crashing back to me when Alexis received a text from Alan.
"It's Alan," she said.
Every time I hear his name, I feel like I get punched in the stomach.
"What does he want?" I asked, trying to hide the fear in my voice.
On cue, Alexis received another text.
"He's wondering if he could talk to the both of us. Right now."
Another lure, I'm sure.
"Did he say what about?" I took a huge gulp from my wine glass.
"No. I'm guessing about what happened last night."
Alexis looked back at her phone after the text notification sound went off.
"I'm right. He does want to talk about last night."
Yeah, I'm sure he does. Right before taking advantage of my wife.
I didn't say anything. I left it up to her to decide what to do next.
"What are you thinking?"
I guess Alexis was thinking the same thing.
"Uh, not sure. I guess I'm okay if you're okay with it."
"No, you promised. You promised you would be honest with me about everything. Tell me what you're thinking now," Alexis said seriously.
"I'm just thinking about you. I always am. I don't want you to feel like you are forced to do something. Even if it's for my...ya know, benefit."
Alexis' expression relaxed. She reached out for my hand again, which I gladly accepted.
"You know me, babe. I can take care of myself. I may be small, but I can still kick some ass. The only way I can get hurt now is if you get hurt. I just hope you're not lying about how you really feel. So if you don't like this at all, or if you get jealous all of a sudden, you can stop this too."
Her words finally struck my heartstrings. I couldn't help but let out a single tear. How could she love me so much? Especially if she ever finds out what I did? The guilt was quickly eating me from the inside out.
Alexis noticed my single tear so I spoke quickly.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world. To have a woman who loves me this much. I don't deserve you."
"I feel the same way about you."
We both shared a long kiss.
"Well, I am curious what he has to say. If you or I don't like anything he has to say, then we'll leave. Okay?"
I nodded. If only Alan could show his true colors to Alexis, I'm sure she'll never want to see him again.
I paid for the meal, left a big tip, and took Alexis' hand as we made our way back to the hotel, towards Alan's suite.
Alexis still had the card key Alan had given her yesterday. As we got nearer to his suite, my dread grew.
Who knows what's in store for tonight. I'm sure Alan will want to try to sleep with her again, but judging by her mood, I'm gambling she will not comply as easily as last time.
When the elevator reaches the floor, the doors opened once again, revealing Alan's luxurious suite. Everything looked the same from last night. We took a few steps in until Alan, once again, came out of nowhere.
"Hey, guys, glad you could make it."
Alan didn't seem overly excited to see us. He had on more comfortable summer wear, wearing a white v-neck shirt with matching white pants and sandals to go with it. He was holding two drinks of wine, I assumed, and one drink with the other.
"Please, have a seat," he motioned towards the couch in the living room. Alexis and I sat down together on one of the couches while Alan sat down on another. He placed the two glasses of wine in front of us, on the coffee table.
"Help yourself, please," he offered. I had a sinking feeling he had drugged Alexis' glass.
Before Alexis could make any kind of response, I intervened.
"Thanks, but I think we're good."
For a moment, I thought I saw a look of anger on Alan's face, but he went back to his charismatic smile and words.
"That's fine. It's probably best if we do have clear minds for what I want to talk about"
Not heeding his own suggestion, Alan downed his entire glass of wine before setting down on the coffee table.
"Listen, Alexis. Robert. I've been doing a lot of thinking about last night. I'm conflicted you see?"
Alexis and even I were puzzled.
"I'm going to be honest with you. I enjoyed last night very much. I've never done anything like that before. I mean, sleeping with a woman who not only is married but in her honeymoon, with her husband watching the whole time!"
Alan looked genuinely excited. He never talked much about his sexual experiences. He would briefly talk about one or two "sluts" from his past.
"Yet, I am afraid that I may have ruined a marriage. When I didn't see you two in the room when I came back, I thought I would never see any of you again. As if maybe you two thought you made a mistake. Which is why I tried to reach you both."
It amazed me how much of a bullshitter he was. He puts me to shame!"
"Anyway, if you two do regret it and came here to tell me it will never happen again, then I'll completely understand. Just let me say one thing: Alexis, you are by far the best woman I've ever been with. I've never felt that way with another woman. Err...sexually, I mean."
I noticed Alexis looked bashful from what he was saying. Was he really getting to her again?!
"If last night never happens again, I just want you to know, I'll never regret it and I'll always cherish that memory. And Robert."
Hear him saying my name made me jump a little. I did not expect him to speak to me directly.
"Thank you so much for an opportunity of a lifetime. I don't know any man who would share a woman like your wife. You're one of a kind."
Reading between the lines, I could tell he was insulting me, right in front of Alexis. It was degrading, to say the least.
Neither, Alexis, nor I said anything. I think we were at a loss for words.
"Well, that's all I had to say. If you wanted to say something to me. Anything. I'll be happy to listen. If not, thanks for dropping by and I hope you two enjoy the rest of your honeymoon."
Alexis looked at me to say something. My mouth was open but I still had no idea what to say. Alexis took the opportunity to speak up.
"Robert and I did talk about it. And...we also don't regret what happened last night." She looked at me for reassurance, to which I just smiled.
"Really? Wow. That's such a relief! I'm glad you both feel that way." Alan responded.
"Us too," Alexis chuckled.
"Well, hey, listen, like I said," Alan continued. "I'll cherish last night for as long as I live. Thank you both for stopping by listening what I had to say."
Alan stood up, preparing for us to leave.
Thick cocky, evil bastard. I knew he knew we were not going to leave. His personality was winning Alexis more and more.
Alexis and I remained seated. She looked at me to study my expression before turning her attention back to Alan.
"Would you...like some company?" Alexis asked him, hesitantly.
I knew she felt awkward for saying something like that. This is a whole new situation for her. For us. She had no idea how to go about it.
"Really? Are you sure?" Alan asked, looking like a kid on Christmas morning.
"I mean, we can see where this goes. We both don't have any objections. We just have some ground rules if we do-"
"Let me stop you right there, Alexis," Alan interrupted, extending his hand out.
Alexis was taken aback. So was I.
"I know exactly what you're going to say. I know that you have the final say in all of this. That goes without saying. Robert and I are obviously more than okay with this. But in the end, your say is just as important, if not more."
"You're right," Alexis was surprised.
"I also know you two are in love with each other. Hence why you two decided to get married. I will not do anything without your permission that could jeopardize your marriage and relationship while we're here. You have my word."
Alexis looked more surprised. But I was skeptical. What's he trying to pull?
"And I think the last thing you want to say is that we must all be honest with each other. I couldn't agree more. I'll be honest with you until we part ways from the resort."
Alexis was speechless. He literally took the words out of her mouth. How did he know all of that?
"Wow, Alan, everything you said is right."
I notice Alexis starting staring at Alan like a teenage girl looking at her crush. It was a weird feeling for me.
"Excellent! I'm not sure if you had anything planned for tonight, but I was going to relax in my hot tub. Care to join me?"
While Alexis may have blushed at his offer, I was looking sickly.
Oh, God. What could he possibly want to do in his hot tub?
"We didn't bring any bathing suits though," Alexis mentioned.
"I guess our underwear will have to do." He suggested.
My heart was beating just as fast as it did last night. Alan walked over to us. Well, over to Alexis, sticking his hand out, inviting her to take his hand.
"Do you mind?" Alan asked me, without taking his eyes off Alexis' eyes.
"N-no...," I said. I think Alexis was already under his spell, she didn't notice the hesitance in my voice.
She took his hand, Alan helping her up, taking her by his side as they walked to, I assume, where the hot tub was.
We were led to the balcony outside. It was big enough to fit a hot tub and a small pool. It may have been summer but the night time here on the island was cool and windy.
"It should be ready by now," Alan said, dipping his hand into the hot tub. After which, he started taking off his shirt and pants, leaving only his briefs on. With his briefs, the outline of his cock was visible. And it wasn't even hard. Add that with a masculine body and good looks, I can see why he had no trouble attracting women. So why did he have to go after mine?
Alan hopped into the hot tub, making himself comfortable on one side.
"You guys coming in?" Alan said, spreading his arms on the edge of the tub.
I was very reluctant to go in, of course. Alexis looked more nervous. I think Alan noticed this, prompting him to say his next words.
"Hey, Rob? Why don't you help your wife out?"
It surprised me a little to hear him sounding dominant with Alexis around. I thought it would offend her. Instead, she looked at me to see how I would react.
If only she knew how much I wanted to take her away from here and never see him again. That I don't want to disrobe my wife in front of an evil asshole on our honeymoon.
When Alexis was looking at me, I glanced back at Alan looking at me with the smug look I've gotten used to. His face read, "You know you have to because you have no choice."
I grabbed her by the shoulders for comfort.
"Are you okay with this?" I asked her one last time.
She took a deep breath and nodded. Alexis looked nervously excited.
Slowly, I reached for the knot around her neck that helped hold her top. Alexis had to move her long raven hair to the side for me to get access to the knot.
It took only seconds to undo. The flaps fell down, revealing the bra she had on. I was thankful she had that on at least, covering her most intimate parts. Not like that won't be going too, soon.
Alexis slowly brought her dress down, passing through her big hips, until it fell down to her ankles. She stepped over her dress, wearing nothing but matching bra and underwear along with her sandals.
"Mmm, you are breath-taking. You have an amazing body. Doesn't she, Robert?"
"Yes, she does."
It's true. She looked incredible. Even more so with just a bra and underwear. Every time I see her like this, it's like I'm seeing it for the first time. It used to make me especially happy to know I would be the only man in her life to see her like this. That is until Alan came into my life.
"Do you plan on coming in too, Robert?" Alan asked.
I guess it was a little weird to be the only one now more clothed. Without answering, I took off my shirt and my sandals. I didn't want to take off my pants but I knew it would be awkward for me if I went in with them. So I took them off as well, wearing only my plaid Hanes Boxers.
"You two look cute together." I could tell Alan was mocking me. "Well, come on in. The water is great."
Alexis held onto my hand as she slowly entered in the hot tub one foot at a time. When she got in, she sat down on the opposite of where Alan was sitting. I followed her close behind, trying to get used to the hot temperature of the water. I sat down next to her, trying to be comfortable. They say the hot tub is supposed to make you relax. For me it was almost impossible, knowing what was about to happen soon.
"How does that feel?" Alan asked. I knew the question was towards her and not me.
"It feels really good," Alexis admitted. She swayed her legs and arms, letting the hot water relax her body.
"You know what'll make it better?" Alan said, before reaching for a bottle and glasses, set on a flat surface of the hot tub near him. I hadn't noticed the bottle there.
"Expensive bourbon. Courtesy of Kentucky's finest!" Alan poured the drink in all three glasses before handing them to us, before we could reject or accept the offer. Neither of us said anything. I think we were hoping the other would say something.
Alan raised his glass of bourbon.
"To meeting new friends and going on new adventures!" Alan toasted.
We both did the same, then drank. Alexis only took a few sips. I chugged all of mine hoping to dull the stress I was feeling. The drink was strong and had a sharp taste to it. It burned my throat and chest as it went down. But it soon felt warm as the drink went through my system. The warmth felt like it was going through my entire body. It finally did the trick to loosen me up a bit, with the help of the hot tub.
Alexis made a face from the sips but, like me, she was probably feeling the same warmth going through her system.
"That's delicious! What is this?" She asked him. She likes to call herself an aficionado of liquor, but I'd say she's just a drunk.
"One of the oldest bourbon to be made from Kentucky. A good friend of mine gave it to me. I usually bring a bottle like this with me on vacation."
Alexis kept sipping her drink until it was empty. Alan offered her, and me, more bourbon, to which she and I accepted. The more I drank, the more edge it took off.
We each drank the same amount after emptying our glasses. By the 4th drink, Alexis and I were pretty tipsy. The potency of the bourbon was strong. If it hadn't tasted so damn good and relieved my tension, I would've stopped at one drink.
But after my 4th glass, I was feeling even more relaxed and worry-free. I couldn't help but smile and giggle as I saw Alexis drunker than I was. She had a hard time keeping her head straight up. A big smile was plastered on her face. For someone who enjoys drinking, she sure is a lightweight.
I looked over at Alan to see he looked just as he did before we started drinking. He didn't look remotely buzzed. He's just sat there drinking his drink while watching us act stupidly.
Alan peered over to his pool.
"Hey, why don't we hop on over to the pool and cool ourselves down. Shall we?"
It was hard enough for me to coordinate myself getting out of the tub, but Alexis was in a worse state than I was that I had to help her get out too!
I managed to get out fine but the second I put one foot on the ground, I felt Alexis stumbling and falling on top of me.
Miraculously, I was able to catch her just fine. For a second, I was upset that she almost hurt herself and me, but hearing her laugh from it made me laugh too.
Afterwards, we made our way to the pool. Stepping into the cool water sobered me up just a little. I think the same happened to Alexis.
We both got in slowly in the shallow end, resting our back and arms on the edge of the pool. Alan followed us, sitting on the opposite side of the pool. The pool wasn't big so the distance between him and us was like 10 feet.
Alexis returned to feeling comfortable in my arms. The cold water did feel better after spending some time in the hot tub. It was quiet for a little bit until the evening took an interesting turn.
"You know, I just had an idea," Alan said. We both brought our attention to him. I still didn't like him, yet I was too relaxed to feel any kind of hostility. "Since Robert saw us together last night, perhaps you two can put on a performance for me? What do you say?"
"Here? In your pool?" Alexis asked.
Alexis looked over at me. Thanks to the expensive booze, I was looking calm instead of freaking out.
"I think that's fair. What do you say, babe?" Alexis asked.
I looked at her, trying to concentrate. The last thing I wanted was to oblige anything Alan suggested. But the thought of having sex with my own wife in front of him. In my drunken state, that sounded like a good idea for revenge.
"I'm game if you are," I told her.
Without further ado, Alexis planted a kiss on my lips. I embraced her as I returned her kiss. I was looking forward to giving Alan a taste of his own medicine. And it won't be just sex. It'll be making love.
As we continued kissing, adding more passion, Alexis reached behind her to undo her bra. When I felt her bra had become undone and tossed it, I grabbed her breasts with both hands. She moaned in my mouth when she felt me touch her. As I played with them, giving them light squeezes, Alexis kissed me harder, trying to bury her tongue deep in my mouth.
I moved my hands on her back. I love the way her back feels when it's completely bare. I love how her back looks, showing just the right amount of muscles with that spinal dent to go with it.
My hands made its way to her ass. Her ass felt amazing as always as I gave it a firm squeeze. I pulled down her panties down so that her ass was showing, knowing full well Alan was getting a perfect view. I wonder what was on his mind now?
Her own hands roamed from my hair to my shoulders as I explored her body with mines. I tried pulling on her panties some more so I could get them off but with her legs wrapped around my waist, it was impossible.
Alexis got the hint and straightened herself out, stepping back from me for room. She kept her eyes on me as she reached down to slip off her panties.
She looked back at Alan before tossing it to him. He caught it with ease and held onto it. Alan looked like he was having a good time. Not sure if I should be relieved or worried.
Alexis' face popped into my view again, reminding me I was about to have sex with my beautiful wife in front of my evil boss. She planted a few more kisses before pulling down my boxers. Thanks to the expensive liquor I was relaxed, not feeling scared or even ashamed to get naked in his pool with my now equally naked wife, and my half-naked boss, Alan.
When it was completely off, Alexis brought it up from the water and tossed it outside of the pool. Alexis and I were now naked together, about to have sex for a second time in front my boss who's been tormenting me ever since he found out about Alexis. I don't know why, but I started getting excited. I started to see why Alan could get excited by this.
Then, it all came crashing down.
I was so drunk and in the heat of the moment, I didn't even realize what had happened until Alexis went to grab my dick.
It was completely soft.
Normally, I would be freaking out had I been sober. But thanks to a few drinks from the old bourbon, I thought it was funny. So did Alexis.
"C'mon, babe. You have to work with me here." She teased.
Alexis kept stroking me, trying to get it hard, but it was no use. I even grabbed her some more, trying to explore every inch of her body with my hands. That didn't help either.
Next, I closed my eyes and replayed last night when Alan and Alexis had sex. Again, I was so drunk, it was even difficult to concentrate on imagining anything.
Alexis kissed me some more, working harder to get me hard.
"What the fuck, Robert?" Alexis said, after tiring from her attempts to arouse me.
"What's wrong?" Alan asked from behind.
"Nothing...I don't...know...what...I can't...get...," I stammered.
"Oh, I see," Alan said. "Sounds like you are the victim of one of man's greatest ailments after having one too many spirits: whiskey dick," Alan said smugly, taking another sip of the bourbon. "Sorry, Robert. Had I known, I would not have given you so much.
Alexis looked like a kid who was told she couldn't get the toy she wanted at the toy store. I felt horrible. I had the perfect opportunity to have sex with my wife again. I thought I was feeling more than ready. I just wish my body felt the same way. Then I started feeling a different kind of horrible.
I had no choice but to shove Alexis off of me in order to lean over the edge of the pool to throw up.
"Ugh! Really, babe!? You have to be fucking kidding me!" I heard Alexis yell in disgust.
"Damn. Hey Robert, there's a bathroom to your left as soon as you go back inside. You can wash up there. Don't worry about the mess, I'll have room service clean it up later." Alan informed me.
Without looking at either of them, I put my hand to my mouth, to stop myself from vomiting anymore, and headed towards the direction of the bathroom.
I managed to hold my puke until I reached the bathroom. I dropped to my knees, hugging the toilet as I threw up some more in the toilet. It felt a little relief as the bile left my body. I was planning to get myself comfortable, not sure if I had any more to throw up. As I rested my head on the rim of the toilet, my eyes shot wide open, remembering I had just left Alexis alone with Alan in the pool.
I picked myself up, holding onto anything within arms reach, and made my way back to the pool.
Even after vomiting, I was still drunk. I thought I was lost when I couldn't find the way back. Eventually, I found my way back, only to stop when I was about to go outside.
I stopped right before I was about to open the glass door. Through the glass door, I can see Alexis and Alan sitting close to each inside the pool. Very close.
I rubbed and squinted my eyes to make sure if I was seeing correctly. But even in my drunken state, it was clear to me what they were doing. Alexis' back was to Alan. From my view, I saw them from their left side. It looked as if Alan was giving her a massage. He might've been whispering sweet nothings to her. I wasn't able to see her face, but she looked very relaxed as Alan worked on her shoulders. Her head would go from side to side as he worked on her. Even from this distance, his hands were big compared to her small shoulders.
I just stood there, watching. I braced myself with one hand to help me stand still in my inebriated state.
He leaned his head in, planting one small kiss on her neck. Alexis didn't flinch. When Alan noticed she didn't resist, he planted more kisses on her neck. His hands continued massaging her shoulders and arms.
It felt like a dream. I kept having to adjust my eyes to make sure what I was seeing was real. I know I've seen this before, but it feels different this time. I found myself hiding while I spied on my wife and Alan having fun in his pool.
It was wrong on so many levels. On the one hand, I knew I shouldn't be watching this. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to watch this time around. But yet I couldn't look away. I knew it couldn't stop it either. Really, what were my options?
Try to be a "hero" and rescue my wife from Alan's clutches? Any person could see she was not in any kind of trouble or duress. Plus Alan would most likely kick my ass for interrupting his intimate moment with Alexis.
What am I talking about? That's my wife! I have to stop this!
No, you're not. You know you're not going to do a damn thing.
I have to.
Then do it. Stop them.
I didn't move. I wanted to. But I just couldn't. Instead, I kept watching them. Alan's kisses on her neck were longer. He moved his hands from her shoulders to her chest. He squeezed her magnificent breasts hard. It looked like it should've hurt her, but that wasn't her reaction. I could hear her moaning all the way from my position.
She leaned her head back, resting on his left shoulder. Alan planted more kisses on her neck and shoulder, never easing up his treatment on her boobs.
You can't, can you?
No. I can't.
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
Alan's right hand let go of Alexis and disappeared into the water between her legs. The second he did that, Alexis moaned even louder. She quickly grabbed the back of his head with her left hand, while letting her other hand go to where Alan's hand was underwater. It took me longer than usual, in my drunken stupor, to realize he was playing with her pussy.
I've played with her like that with my own hands, so I knew what was coming next. Alexis turned her head to face Alan, which made him stop his kisses on her neck, and kissed him fully on the lips.
It looked exactly like what I saw last night. Instead of the king-size bed, they were in a pool. I mean, the passion I was looking at now was the same passion I saw last night. It's incredible. I never thought I would have an interest in voyeurism. I don't know if it was the booze, but I was getting more turned on than I did last night.
I looked down to see my erection. It brought shame and excitement to me at the same time. I looked back to see Alexis turn around so that she was facing Alan. They both continued kissing passionately, with her arms around his neck, mashing her chest onto his. Alan held her by her small waist. Without stopping her, Alan moved their bodies so that now his muscular back was to me, sitting down on one of the seats embedded in the pool.
Alan dunk both his arms underwater picking her body up quite a bit. I could see she brought her legs ups, using the seat Alan was sitting on, to rest her feet. Alan waited for her to get situated before slowly bringing her back down. On the way down, I saw Alexis instantly stop kissing Alan. She had her eyes shut tightly, with her mouth wide open, moaning loudly.
I knew what happened.
Alexis rested her head on Alan's, clutching onto his back tightly, enduring the penetration from his cock.
When she stopped sinking into him, they held that position for a moment before Alexis started bobbing up and down on Alan, slowly.
Alan spread his arms wide, resting them on the edge of the pool. That's how I knew Alexis was doing all the work, fucking herself with his pole.
There was just something erotic watching my own beautiful wife having sex with another man. Is it because I'm drunk that I'm feeling this way? But I wasn't drunk last night. Why did I find this so hot to watch?
Like an itch I had to scratch, I reached for my own cock. For some reason, I stroked myself to the same speed Alexis was fucking Alan.
Why couldn't I get hard earlier when I was in the pool? Why can I only get an erection when I imagine or see Alexis with Alan? It's not fair. Alexis will probably think I don't find her attractive or love her. I shoveled those fears under a rug to concentrate my masturbation as I watched my boss and Alexis together for the second time in my honeymoon.
I guess it has to be the surrealism of it all. I never thought something like this would happen to me. Maybe that's why it's so appealing. I would've preferred to go through something else that didn't require watching my wife with another man, but I digress.
I picked up my stroke as Alexis' picked up hers on Alan. Alan was still relaxed as he laid back comfortably while another man's wife was riding him. I couldn't see his face but I can imagine it was a look of satisfaction. Satisfaction from what Alexis was giving him and satisfaction what he was taking from me. I remembered him saying how his orgasm was stronger knowing I was there watching him. Does he know I'm here spying on them? In the end, it doesn't matter, I guess. He's still having another memorable moment in my honeymoon.
Alexis reached a point of moderate speed when she reached her first orgasm. She did look beautiful as she worked on her climax, looking at Alan the entire time. Her moans were loud, panting for air as her climax died down. Alan took this opportunity to plant a soft kiss on her lips, to which she gladly returned.
Alexis started her bobbing motion again, but Alan stopped her by the shoulders. He then grabbed her by the waist, carefully hoisting her body off of him. She gasped a little when she got off him.
He stood up and told her to turn around so that her back was facing him. Alexis did so willingly. Her naked, wet front shone majestically thanks to the moon. She was amazing to look at. Alan, using his strong hand on her right shoulder, pushed her to lean forward. She did so, looking surprised when Alan slightly forced her. Her look of surprise changed to satisfaction, probably realizing what he had planned next.
An equally, if not more, amazing individual, Alan was, as the same moon shone off his own wet body behind Alexis. It made sense that a man like Alan would be with a woman like Alexis.
Alexis braced herself, holding onto the edge of the pool. In their new position, I could see Alan's upper body. Blocking his lower half was Alexis' naked body. He looked down at her ass, massaging it and giving it a couple of hard slaps. During those slaps, Alexis would pop her head up in shock. I could see she still looked drunk.
While Alan was playing with her ass, he looked up and stared straight at me. So he did know I was watching. Sure enough, he had that smug look on his face. I didn't try to hide. Hell, I didn't even stop masturbating. I was too drunk to care.
My mind was occupied with what I was seeing: the exceptional alpha male fucking his prized female. My wife.
Without taking his eyes off me, Alan aimed his cock towards my wife's hole and entered her. Alexis' head shot up, mouth wide open, barely making a sound. The muscles in her arms were bulging as she held onto the edge.
Alan gripped her hips as he slowly sank his member into my wife. He stared at me with evil satisfaction before fucking her again at a slow pace. His attention went back to her as he picked up his speed, making loud splashes from the water. Alexis made loud moans again. I hope, since we were in a suite, no one will be able to hear Alexis' cries of pleasure. Then again, they were outside on the patio.
I focused my attention on my hot wife and how she looked as she was being taken by another man. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help it. It sent me to a whole new level of pleasure. It was better than any magazine or porn website I've been on. This was different. This was real.
I don't remember if I came or not. Because the next thing I knew, while Alan was still hammering away into Alexis, I blacked out.