Recovery

I woke up to Rachel patting my forehead with a wet washcloth. She handed me a glass of ice water, then some pepto and Tylenol. She probably knew the routine of me over drinking too well.

I thanked her and apologized for getting too drunk. She helped me into bed. We cuddled and she fell asleep in my arms. I woke up with a wicked headache but I didn’t have too much nausea.

We went to breakfast with the group. In the buffet line, Nick said, “Dude I had to carry you out of my room after you ravaged my wife. She said she might be too sore to fuck tonight. I know she’s still going to join, but not even Zach’s monster makes her this sore. Nice job man.”

I didn’t know what to say so I just said, “Thanks,” and kept filling my plate.

At the table there was banter back and forth, I didn’t pay too much attention. I concentrated on eating as much greasy food and carbs as I could stomach. I did hear that there would be an orgy later that night. I was excited to get another chance at Courtney and Katy. Hopefully I would be sober enough to remember it this time.

Rachel and I did a chill spa day, which was just what I needed. I started to feel like myself. I finally opened up to Rachel and say, “I’m not comfortable with you fucking other guys. I’m sorry I waited so long, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. Especially since you’re ovulating and we’re trying to get pregnant.”

“That makes a lot of since. But I’m surprised that you know when I’m ovulating,” Rachel responded.

“We’ve been trying for a year. Of course I know. And you know I already get jealous. Just imagine the worst case scenario where you get pregnant after having sex with three men in on night. Could we handle that? Could our marriage handle that?”

She thought and said, “I think our marriage could handle anything. We are tough. But I understand your point. I won’t let anyone inside of me. But I will be showing off my blowjob skills. I have to show these girls how it’s done.”

I laughed, “It’s not even a contest. You are by far the best.” We did some making out in the warm pool before an attendant came over and asked us to leave.

I felt much better knowing that Rachel wouldn’t be fucking Zach or Nick. I didn’t even have my first drink until dinner.