No, he feels guilty for some reason

He grows tense and inhales deeply, then groans on the exhale as his body stretches out. You become fully alert, smiling as you realize that he is finally waking up. "Good morning" You great him softly. He grunts happily in response. Your heart flutters as his hand takes a firmer grip of your breast. Then you feel him freezing up. Awww, he must be surprised over the loving position he is in and have to think about how to proceed.

You move to place your hand on top of his, wanting to encourage him to continue groping your tit. Before you get the chance however Alex bucks violently and throws himself away from you. "Oh God i am so sorry, i am so sorry!" He exclaims as he pulls away from you. His poor cock slips out of your hole before you have time to stop him. You bounce about as he violently moves away from you.

"I didn't mean to! I'm so, so sorry! It must have slipped in somehow while i slept. Please, i'm sorry!" He continues to ramble as he pulls his boxers back on. "Oh God" he exclaims as he for some reason hurries out of your bedroom.

Well that was not how you thought that was gonna go at all. You feel something warm leaking out between your legs. Looking down you see the unmistakable white goop that is the cumload Alex pumped into you last night. It must have been dragged along when he suddenly pulled his dick out. Trying to save on your laundry you scope some up with your finger and put it in your mouth. The delicious mixed taste of saltiness and man makes practically assaults your taste buds. You wonder to yourself what might have caused that reaction in Alex. You shudder as you dip your fingers inside your fuckhole as you continue to enjoy your creampie. You sit there, snacking on last nights pleasure as you wait for Alex to come back and explain himself. But after a few minutes when the tasty white honey runs out you decide that it might be best if you approach him (especially now that you won't be dripping all over the floor.)

You find your husband in the bathroom standing over the sink with the jar of his anxiety meds in one hand. "Heeyy" You gently great him. "How are you feeling?" You ask him, trying to make your voice as calm and sweet as possible. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." He briefly glance over at you, then quickly averts his gaze. "it's alright Alex!" You giggle. "No, it's not right." He retorts clearly upset. "It's fine Alex." You try to comfort him. "Come on, why don't you come and sit down a bit while i make you some breakfast." You suggest.