Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 16

"If you feel that way why don't you all just go without me, you ungrateful mother fucker!"

"Don't think I haven't considered it! Instead, I booked you a separate room."

"You booked three rooms," she exclaimed, knowing he always booked two next to each other so the kids would have more space, and so she and him could have some privacy at night.

"Yes... and yours is nowhere near us. I was hoping to cancel it tonight, but I can see you're no different than you've been since Wednesday. If you're going, I won't be in the same room with you. I need a vacation, not a trip to hell. And that starts tonight. You can continue to throw your tantrum and your clothes all you want. I'm sleeping in the pool house!"

As he made his way past the pool to what was essentially a guest house, he didn't regret the way he stood his ground. He'd meant every word he said, including the bombshell that he'd reserved a third separate room at the resort. He had until midnight to cancel it, but he had no intentions of doing so. She'd shown nothing but anger and contempt for days. There was no reason to believe that was going to change. Not with what he knew was coming. In a lot of ways, he knew her better than she knew herself. Yet he was actually a bit stunned that she was overlooking what was about to arrive on their horizon. It was all the more reason to keep the reservation for that third room.

Standing in the garage some eight hours later, he let out a long sigh as he stared at her baggage. She'd brought it down and put it in the garage sometime during the night. Obviously she made the decision to go, but since he hadn't talked to her yet that morning, he had no idea of the current level of bitch she was at. Was she still at Defcon one, or had she simmered down overnight.

He had no way of knowing. He'd showered and gotten ready at the pool house. He actually walked naked to the main house, digging an outfit out of one of his suitcases to wear because he couldn't bear the thought of going upstairs and dealing with her. It was unsettling to say the least, but he'd gone with the kids coping mechanism; maintain as little interpersonal contact as possible.

Resigned that it wasn't worth going to war over, he picked up the largest of her suitcases and placed it on the floor of the van. Then he went about packing the others around it. He was in the midst of that mindless task when Christina came racing out into the garage, yelling excitedly as she gripped her phone.

"I'm free! I'm finally free!" she announced giddily as she ran up to hug her husband.

He put his hand up, backing away a few steps. "You're kidding, right?"

She stopped in her tracks, confused by his reaction. "No. He just texted me and said I could take it off. He even told me I can feel free to get my hotwife on while I'm on vacation! I can't wait!"

"Great. Happy for you," came his reply, dripping with sarcasm.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

"Sweetie? What the fuck! You've treated this family like your personal punching bag for the last five days, but we're just supposed to forgive and forget because your pussy is available to fuck now!? Jesus fucking Christ you're a narcissistic bitch!"

"Alex, I'm sorry. I know I was acting irrationally."

"No, you weren't acting. You've been an actual fucking cunt! Stop sugarcoating it. Tommy and Sarah deserved better. I deserved better. If the only way you can follow Gerard's rules is to be hateful to the people that actually love you, then we need to rethink this entire path we're on. I'm dead serious. I've run out of excuses to tell the kids to explain your behavior toward them. Sarah actually asked me the other day why you hate so much. I honestly didn't have an answer for that."

Christina trembled from the rebuke Alex fired in her direction. Her bottom lip was quivering, and she was about to burst into tears. He was having none of it.

"Yeah... go inside and get your shit together. No one out here feels sorry for you. We're leaving in twenty minutes with or without you. If you're coming, I suggest you be contrite and keep your fucking mouth shut until we get to Palm Springs. None of us want our vacation ruined because you suddenly feel guilty."

Christina did as he said, going inside and having a mini breakdown. Once she got it out of her system, she reset and was in the passenger seat when they pulled out of the driveway. She also paid mind to his words of caution, keeping quiet as they headed toward the highway.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Saturday afternoon, April 6th

"No!" Christina said under her breath, moving abruptly in her seat. She grabbed the armrests of the captain's chair, lifting her ass up slightly. Then she became more upset, and vocal. "No no no no nooooooooo!"

Alex looked for where they were along the interstate, before checking the mirrors and quickly shifting out of the left lane, heading toward the exit ramp that was fast approaching. He'd anticipated what might happen. It was certain to arrive, either that day or the next. For whatever reason, she'd neglected the reality of what was not only on her doorstep, but apparently it had just knocked.

She turned to him, an expression of despair in her eyes. He had no sympathy. He knew it was a contributing factor in how she'd been acting, and it wasn't to be discounted. But her anger and irritability the past few days was mostly due to having to wear the chastity belt for so long. Now that she was out of it, biology threw a different obstacle into her sex life.

"Alex," she whimpered.

"I'm pulling over now. I'll find you someplace."

"I just... started my period."

"No shit. It was going to happen today or tomorrow. Your body runs like a machine. I can't believe you're surprised by this."

"I've been so preoccupied with... you know. I never thought about it."

"Yeah, well, I have. And don't think I'm buying for a second that the way you were acting was because of PMS. We both know better."

"I'm not. It's... just so unfair."

"I agree. It's incredibly unfair that the three other occupants of this van were subjected to daily bullying by you."

"I... I meant... never mind."

"Good call," he said as he pulled into the parking lot of a McDonald's. "We'll wait. Go get yourself cleaned up."

"Okay. Thanks for pulling over."

"I'm not at all happy with you, Christina. But I still love you."

"I love you too. And I know it doesn't change things, but I'm not happy with me either."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Thursday afternoon, April 11th

"Feeling better?" Alex asked as Christina approached him by the pool in a very skimpy bikini.

"Yeah. It finally stopped this morning," she nodded as she sat in the lounger next to him.

He checked out her ankle, noticing the gold bracelet adorning it; two charms dangling from the side. They were letters, H and W, the indicator that she was a hotwife, and she was finally available to fuck.

"What... no BBC, or a Queen of Spades charm?" he laughed.

"Who are you kidding? Have you looked around? There are no black men here. None to speak of, anyway. I've got to cast a wider net if I have any hopes of getting laid at all."

"Funny. I haven't had any problems," he chuckled.

"Pardon me if I don't find that as funny as you do. I should have never made fun of you, Alex. I really am sorry about that."

"That's right. You shouldn't have. Just so you know, I'll be fucking Mandy tonight."

"Mandy? Who's Mandy. I thought you said her name was Sandra."

"Sandra's the one I fucked the last two nights. Mandy is her friend... the other one Tommy and I played with on Tuesday."

"I guess I didn't realize you played golf with two women."

"They put us in a foursome. Sandra was the flirtatious one. Mandy just kind of watched. But Sandra told me last night that Mandy was interested. I guess she was turned on by the way I interact with Tommy. Who knew that just being an attentive single dad was an aphrodisiac."

"Single?"

"I don't wear my wedding ring when I play. It affects my grip. When I took off my glove to putt, I guess they both were quick to check out my ring finger. Of course, it probably helped that Tommy was talking during the round about how we were vacationing without his mom for the first time. I think they might have misconstrued his meaning, but I didn't bother to correct him. He was right. We're all kind of doing our own thing this week. I think it's been eye-opening for all of us."

"So we're vacationing apart, are we?" she smirked.

"That's how he's viewing it, because you have a different room on the other side of the resort. Obviously he knows we're all here together. We're having lunches and dinners together. You've spent a lot of time with him and Sarah having fun. But it's different. They're going to react to that."

"Do you think they think our marriage is in trouble?"

"I don't think so. They haven't said anything along those lines. I do think they believe we did this because you're in an adult timeout because of how you acted toward us. That's what I told them. They've accepted that. You've said it yourself, kids are adaptable. It made sense, and we've all been having a good time, so it's working."

"Well, I've had an okay time," she offered. "I'm hoping it's going to get a lot better now, but we'll see. I am happy for you though. Two women... are you thinking about having a threesome with them?" she teased.

"Ha. Funny you should say that. I asked Sandra that exact question. She said she'd be up for it, and I believe her. She's a bit of a freak in bed, to be honest. But she said she didn't think Mandy would go for it. She's on the shy side. It took Sandra two days to convince her just to be with me alone. It might end up turning into nothing. But she's fucking gorgeous, so it's worth a shot."

"I'd hope so. I can't imagine you with someone you weren't attracted to."

"I'm not shallow, Christina. She doesn't have to be a model. I like her personality. She's fun. It should be a good time. If not, I'm fucking Sandra again Friday night. They're leaving Saturday."

"Yeah. I don't think I'm going to be as lucky. I've been wallowing in self pity for so long, no one's going to think I'm attractive no matter how I look on the outside."

"Whose fault is that?"

"Mine. I never should have laughed at you for saying you had a date the other night. I don't blame you for cutting me off."

"I never said I was cutting you off, babe. I simply said that I wasn't interested in being around someone that's miserable... and mean. I'm sorry, but I need this vacation. I'm not about to waste it being around negative energy. If you're saying you're finally over the funk you've been in, I'd be happy to take you to your room and give you what you apparently need."

"My room," she sighed.

"Yeah. We're separated this week for a reason. The kids are happy, which was my biggest concern. You've been good around them, which I'm grateful for. But I'm not changing my mind. Besides, if you do find someone to fuck, you'll be thanking me for giving you your own space."

"That's because you've been using yours most of the week," she smiled.

"Yes. And I'm going to again tonight. That doesn't mean you and I can't go have some fun for a while. The kids are in their activities class for a couple more hours."

"Thanks. But I'd hate to ruin the good time you're having."

"Fucking you would be a bad time?"

"I love you, Alex. And I know you'd probably fuck the shit out of me, which would definitely be a good time. But you know why I'm feeling like this. I've had visions of being a hotwife all week... I know I'll be thinking about that if you fuck me, and that's not fair to you either. You should save your energy and your cum for Mandy. She deserves it more than I do."

"You're my wife, Christina. You always deserve it."

"I think you know after all I've done that that's not true. That's why you banished me to the other side of the resort to begin with. Smart move on your part. Hopefully I'll find someone to fuck me. If not, well, so be it I guess. But that shouldn't stop you from being a stag."

"Are you sure. I don't want you to think I'm... "

"I'm sure, sweetie. I've had my heart set on being a hotwife. You're living the life of a stag... which despite my initial reaction, I'm very proud of. It makes me feel good knowing I'm married to a man that other women desire. We talked about this almost two months ago when we decided to start this journey together. We were both excited about this week, and the possibilities we might be able to explore. But like you've so eloquently pointed out to me several times the past few days, I kind of mucked things up by being a massive cunt. It would serve me right not to be able to use it now that my period is over."

"You don't mean that."

"I don't want that to happen, but I'm prepared for it. Like I said, this place is not exactly a hotbed for a hotwife to troll for cock. FYI, we'll be vacationing somewhere else next time. A place with a demographic that's a bit younger and more ethnically diverse. That is, if you're still willing to do this. I wouldn't blame you if you decided we needed to stop this lifestyle. I've thought about that a lot the last few days. You were right to question whether I can handle dealing with Gerard's rules. I lost myself."

"Yes, you did. Do I think we should stop? No. No I don't."

"Is that because you're going to be fucking this Mandy later?" she grinned.

"It's a factor. I'm not going to lie. But if we're honest, you know we've both benefited from this. We've just got to work to keep our focus on what our ultimate goals are in this lifestyle."

"You mean me," she sighed.

"No. I mean us. I should have pulled you aside and straightened you out the first time you went off on one of the kids. I'm as responsible for any trauma they experienced as you are. I let it happen because I didn't want to get into a fight. I should have protected them."

"They were traumatized?"

"I'm sorry to say this, but yes. The only way you could have hurt Sarah more would have been to use a switch on her."

His comparison to how her mother treated her as a child was frightening, and yet she could suddenly see her daughter's eyes and how she'd reacted a couple of times. "Fuck! I'm the evil cunt!"

"No. Not entirely. You're a new hotwife still learning how to navigate this world we're exploring together. We're going to have a few trip ups along the way. They just can't ever be directed at the kids. Agreed?"

"Are you sure?"

"Are you excited about the possibility that someone might see that ankle bracelet and try to get you into bed?"

"I am now," she admitted.

"Then you should go somewhere away from me, get yourself a drink, and see if that net you just cast will catch that big cock you're looking for."

"Okay," she said as she got up. "Have fun tonight."

"I hope you will too."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Late Friday night, April 12th

Christina stood in front of the door to the bungalow. She was a bundle of nerves, unsure of what to do.

Her week hadn't gone anything at all like she'd planned. Five days of dealing with her period were bad enough. Vacationing in a place that wasn't really geared for a hotwife lifestyle was something she hadn't factored in at all. She'd been unable to hook up with anyone, but not for the lack of trying. It was just the circumstances that were working against her.

She'd been by the pool all day, just like the day before, hoping against hope that some stud would pick up on her availability. She got stared at a lot, but was never approached. The jewelry she was wearing on her ankle was either too subtle, or the men that drooled over her didn't grasp it's meaning. She wasn't comfortable enough in the environment to just start coming on to random men. The idea of being rejected because she'd guessed wrong about someone's availability was offputting enough. It was the man's job to stick his proverbial cock out if he wanted to get laid. What was the point of having the pussy if you weren't going to be in control?

Besides, part of the thrill for her was being pursued. She wanted to be recognized as being a hotwife and have someone ask if that were true. She wanted that feeling of being lusted after, and see the look in their eyes when she spread her legs on the lounger to give them hope. She'd get wet just thinking about it. As it was, the only way it seemed she might be identified was to wear a bright, tight graphic t-shirt that bluntly stated I'm a hotwife. Ask for details about fucking me on the front.

Since she obviously wasn't going to go to that extreme, no matter how much the thought of it turned her on, she was resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to be acting as a hotwife during her vacation. It was upsetting, but it wasn't the end of the world.

Instead of moping like she'd done earlier that week because of her period, she got proactive, texting Gerard. He asked how her vacation was going, and she was honest about the lack of available cock. He told her he wasn't surprised based on where she went, teasing her about selecting a vacation destination that was in serious danger of spontaneously combusting from the high amount of polyester clothing in the area.

She laughed at his quip. The fact that he was incredibly funny was just another thing that drew her to him. That began a playful exchange back and forth, which eventually turned flirtatious, and then downright naughty. He began daring her to sext him pictures. She took some selfies in her barely there lime green bikini, flipping over at one point and untying her top. The angle of the camera along with the way her hips and ass curved hid the string of her thong, the strip between her ass cheeks long ago buried in that delicious crack. The picture she sent him made her appear naked.

He sent her a dick pic, his semi hard cock making her gasp. It had been so long since she'd seen a cock of any kind it made her nipples harden. Actually, that wasn't totally true. Her nipples did stiffen, but she'd been watching porn videos on her laptop every night, making herself cum with one of her many new toys while her husband fucked somewhere across the resort. Just texting Gerard brought her back to the life she desired. His playful demands had her dripping.

He asked for a picture of her bare breasts. Her stomach flipped inside as she pressed herself up, her legs straddling the lounger. Her back was to the pool as she positioned the material of the bikini top between her tits, letting it dangle like a necklace.

She fired off the photo, and got one in return of a harder cock, his hand stroking it. He told her to take off the top entirely. Looking over her shoulder, she took the risk. She was against a wall. The only people that could see her were behind her.

That thought inspired her. After she sent the picture of her topless, she stood and turned the lounger to face the other direction. By the time he'd sent a picture of himself fully erect, she was naked, sending him a full body shot, her legs wide open and inviting.

It was fun, and exhilarating. But they both stopped short of cumming. He said his sperm was too valuable to waste on jacking off like her husband did all the time. She replied that Alex was the only one getting laid on their trip, so she wasn't going to cum again until it was with someone else.

That led to an intense negotiation between the two of them. In the end, she got Gerard to agree to getting together with her more often. In fact, he committed to three times during the workweek; every other day beginning with the Monday after she returned from vacation.

That took some of the sting out of not finding anyone to hook up with. So did his promise that he would be shipping her a present via overnight express to the resort. He said he'd give her instructions in the package, but she was to do as she was told. She assured him she would. She wasn't about to screw up now that he'd committed to being with her more often.