Robert & Alexis Part One by Paperback Writer
Indulge in passion and desire with Robert & Alexis in this sizzling erotic sex story by Paperback Writer. Get lost in the steamy world of forbidden love and intense pleasure in Part One now!<br/>
This is different from the other story I have posted. I have been incredibly busy and did not have time to write. Yet, I was inspired to write this story, which in turn has inspired me to write my other story.
“Honey? There’s something I have to tell you. Something I should’ve told you before we left, but…I thought you wouldn’t understand until we left,” I said to my wife of barely a day.
“What is it, babe?” Alexis said, understandably looking worried. My 23-year old Mexican-American wife looked incredible. With her slightly tanned and toned body, D-cup breasts, seemingly long legs even though she’s five feet four inches tall, and long raven hair, she was a knock out. Alexis loves to workout too which did wonders for her body, especially her ass, thanks to the Brazilian butt exercise phenomenon. The perfect woman. And now I risk losing her, over something I never could have imagined.
God, how am I going to say the next words? There is no way she will go for this. And what’s worse, we just got married yesterday! She’s going to freak out.
How did it come to this? How could I do this to her? This is all my fault. She would leave me for sure. Hell, I would, if I was her.
“There’s something about me I never told you. Something embarrassing. I was too ashamed to tell you ever since we started dating. But I figure since we’re married now, you have a right to know.”
“God, Robert you’re scaring me. What is it? Just tell me.” Alexis demanded. I am lucky to be with a woman like Alexis, not only because she was very beautiful, but how she was such a caring person. I knew other women from my past who looked just as attractive as her, but with an ugly personality. So it was such a huge shock to me that Alexis gave me the time of day to know me better. People who saw us together thought she was way out of my league. Hey, I agree, but I sure wasn’t complaining about it.
Here goes nothing.
“I have….uh…this….fantasy….” I started off saying.
“Yeah?” my wife said, suspiciously.
Just remember what Alan said, and you’ll be alright, I thought.
“And…I think it’s important that you respect it as best as you can. Otherwise…,” I swallowed hard, “…otherwise, I think we may have rushed into getting married.” That was hard enough to say already, and I even haven’t gotten to the worst part yet.
“Wait, what? Are you kidding? If you’re joking, then this isn’t funny, Robert. Okay? So, just stop it.” Alexis said, looking pissed. I always thought it was funny how her accent gets thicker when she’s upset. Even now, I wanted to laugh but the situation I’m in reminded me how this is not a laughing matter.
“I’m not kidding, Alexis. I’m telling you the truth. In hindsight, I should’ve told you before we got married, but I’m telling you now.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing! You’ve never acted like this before, Robert! You’re talking about our marriage already being over while we are in our honeymoon? What the fuck?!” She shoved me hard, making me hit the wall hard behind me. For a 5’4″ Latina, she was very strong. All those years playing different sports in school made her athletically gifted. Her perfect ass was evident of that as she started pacing back in forth in our hotel room, speaking in spanish angrily. Even upset, she looks amazing. Her naturally tanned body was already tight and had just enough muscles on all the right places. If that wasn’t enough, she had a face of an angel. Well, more like a demon now that she’s angry with me. But she was still stunningly breathtaking. Her long raven hair, with dark brown eyes, a killer smile, and dimples could actually kill a man! She was your typical Mexican beauty.
My thoughts were interrupted when Alexis stopped her pacing and glared at me with her arms crossed.
“So?”
“‘So’…what?”
“What’s this stupid fantasy that’s SO important it could cost us our marriage?”
This next part is going to be twice as bad. But I have no choice. The ring on her finger with the small diamond I gave her, glittered, as if warning me about the consequences that might happen.
“Just promise me, you’ll keep an open mind, will you?” I pleaded.
“JUST…tell me,” Alexis was on the verge of losing her cool. What I’m about to say next will do the trick. With a deep sigh, I continued.
“Do you know…what a…’cuckold’ is?”
“A what?” Alexis asked.
“A…cuckold?” I repeated.
“Cuckoo? What the hell is that?”
I was really hoping to avoid explaining the details.
“No, cuck-old,” I corrected her. “There’s no easy way to say this, babe. But to put it simply: a cuckold is someone, usually a husband, who likes to watch his wife…with another man.”
I didn’t think our fight would ever end. Alexis had quite a few choice of words for me after I told her what a cuckold is. I knew she was really upset when she started yelling in spanish. Alexis’ argument consisted of how disgusting I and the fantasy was, and how I would let another man be with her instead of me. While my argument was mostly me trying to calm her down. I couldn’t tell her the real reason why. If I did, then I would be in much, much bigger trouble.
I would’ve relented after taking such a verbal beating, but I had to stick to my guns. When Alexis saw I was not going to change my mind, she threatened she would leave the resort and the island altogether. Unfortunately, the next cruise won’t come in until a week from now. That was the only way to enter and leave the resort on the island. In a huff, she stormed away, leaving me alone in our room.
I was also upset. Upset at myself and the situation. This was all my fault. I went over to the mini bar and drank two bottles when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was room service but when I opened it, there was my boss, Alan McCarthy. It was strange to see him in any other attire besides business. He wore a red t-shirt with swim trunks and sandals. His shirt was a little too tight for his upper body with how I was able to see his muscular physique through it. I know Alan participates in plenty of marathons and competitions that tests his physical abilities. With his trunks, it was evident he did not skip leg day. His calves looked more like chiseled stones. I had to look slightly up since he was 6’3″. To top it all off, the man was extremely good-looking.
I have worked for Alan almost a year. I applied for the job after I finished college with a bachelor’s in business. It was a steady job with plenty of opportunities if I worked hard. Alexis got hired from a small company as a bookkeeper. We were living a normal life with no complications and had a plan for our future. It certainly did not involve my boss interfering with our lives.
“Rob, how you doin’, buddy?” Alan said, letting himself into my room, slapping me on the shoulder.
“What are you doing here, Alan?”
“Just seeing how things are going. I see you’ve started the party without me.” Alan commented on the empty bottles I just drank.
“I told her.”
“Told her what exactly?”