Just as soon as he walked out the door, Gina looked at me and rolled her eyes as she fell to her back onto the bed and said in a joking voice pressing her hands tightly to her eyes “Oh, that was some wholesome family fun.” She then looked at me and very calmly asked, “It wasn’t what you expected was it?” Before I could answer she continued, “It certainly wasn’t what I expected.”
I quickly replied, “Yes and no. I’m still taking it all in.”
“What about me?” she chuckled sarcastically. “When did our vacation become this fuck my wife thing, and what fucking part of don’t come inside me did he not understand?”
I then mischievously asked, “You do know the first guy came a little in you too, don’t you?”
She then rubbed her face again pausing for a second as she began staring at the ceiling when she said, “I think that’s a no shit… I felt it.”
Out of pure curiosity and the fact that I wasn’t even in my right mind, I asked, “How did you know?”
She hesitated for a second as she put her hair behind her ears and chuckled, “Gosh, Scott, stop playing like you didn’t know.”
I again replied, “Yes, but how did you know?”
She got a half smile and stared at me for a few seconds when she said, “Oh, my God, Scott, you’re so morbid about it. Okay, one second he was straining and the next I felt his penis jerk inside me. I don’t know… I guess it felt something like… if a condom full of warm liquid burst inside me. That’s the closest I can describe it. Okay?”
She continued staring at me when she got a huge grin and said, “Geez, I really can’t believe you really enjoyed that. What on earth makes a man want to see his wife being fucked by another man?”
As she was asking it, I didn’t have a definitive answer whatsoever, I only replied “No clue, I guess some do, and I just confirmed I’m one of them.”
She kind of shook her head smiling, rose up, grabbed her PJs from the top of the dresser, and told me she was taking a shower, that I need not think I was going to pursue the experience, explaining that she felt like a slut and wanted to simply shower and come to bed.
I respected that out of pure fear that if pushed it may never happen again, and if my dumb ass didn’t keep cool, I could end up trying to explain this to a divorce attorney. This was such uncharted territory for both of us; we neither fully absorbed it at this point.
Actually, I figured at this point I had been lucky she hadn’t freaked completely, and cut our vacation short with a scene I’d never forget. I continued reasoning “What woman wouldn’t want to try it; having a husband that got excited over such a thing,” but again, pushing anything at this point, not fully knowing what she might do, was ludicrous.
She later came to bed pretending as much as she could that it never happened. I simply rolled and snuggled up with her, thinking that any attempt at this point to go sexual could, and more likely would, erupt in her having a moment of reality telling me what a piece of shit I was, especially given the fact that she didn’t utter a word as she crawled into bed.