Besides, her face plainly said it all as she exited the bathroom, “I just got fucked by two guys, almost half my age, my husband wanted it, and I don’t remember that being in my marriage vows.”
I woke throughout the night thinking about it and carefully jacking off at times not to wake her, still not knowing how she would wake after what had happened.
As it turned out, we woke to much the same morning as always, starting our late 11:30 A.M. morning by the pool. We neither one mentioned what had happened; I think trying to pretend it didn’t.
We were the first ones out there for while, having an odd moment of blissful peace as we smelled the ocean air, felt the slight breeze, and occasionally held hands in obscure chitchat.
As the sun got to full force, and folks began emerging from their rooms we began drinking somewhat. And when I say somewhat, we both decided that if what made us feel so much like shit, actually made us feel so much like shit, well then maybe the laws of the universe might dictate that that it might make us feel better if we partook of more.
After several trips back to the room for drinks and to cool off, she said, “If I even suspect that they told their friends and I somehow get targeted as the easy motel slut, we’re out of here.” That was the absolute first mention of it, but I had been preparing myself all morning, knowing it was coming. It had to.
I blindly replied, and honestly having no idea how they would play it, “They’d be nuts to say a word considering what happened, and how it happened. They were both a little shook up and scared by the incident. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
She simply replied, “We’ll see, but I’m serious.”
At around 2:00 P.M., one of the guys emerged from his room and walked out to the pool. He immediately saw us and proceeded toward us. He began to scoot a lounge chair up beside us and, almost in a whisper, began saying, “I’m so sorry if things got carried away last night. I spoke to Stan and we’d like to keep this on the down low if possible. We’ve had time to think about it and it almost seemed like we were forcing ourselves on the situation, and that scared us a bit afterwards.”
I could see the relief melt onto Gina’s face. I’m sure she thought they both would tell everyone they were there with, and actually so did I. She quickly said, “Don’t worry about how things happened or what happened. It just happened. It’s all ok, and I agree with keeping it quiet. It was very mature of you to tell us that though.” She then hugged him and thanked him again.
Later in the afternoon, the other fellow came telling us much the same thing. After hearing both say such welcome words, Gina finally began having a vacation attitude again.
We all sat there drinking and talking up a storm for hours. At one point Gina said, “Hey we’re going to clean up on some crab legs later at The Crab Shack, maybe you guys can tag along.” Her attitude said it all; their stock went up one-hundred percent when she realized they actually hadn’t mentioned a word to anyone about the previous night.