Chapter 4 Allison

• - Allison's POV
• But I thought, "That was just the first one, take it easy Allison!" Just when I thought he was going to continue, the son of a bitch simply pulled out of me, took off the condom, kissed my forehead, and said goodnight, then turned over and went to sleep. I was stunned, all I could think was "What do you mean good night? What the fuck was that? It's our honeymoon, what the fuck is he thinking? Fuck, I need more! Fuck! A thousand times!", but even though I was indignant, I turned over and went to sleep, as frustrated as I've ever been in my life.
• The next day I felt bad, thinking that the problem was with me, we didn't do anything else on our honeymoon and even though I thought everything was strange, I did the worst thing of my life, I didn't try to talk to him and I kept my mouth shut, swallowing all my frustration, But he'd turn on the TV and we'd do nothing, I'd be afraid to try anything and force a situation, and at some point, I convinced myself that I'd overvalued sex, marriage, and everything, I convinced myself that he didn't have as much fire as I did and I settled down, I was a big asshole and today I feel even worse for seeing how dumb I was.
• When we got back from our honeymoon, we moved into our house, I made dinner for my family, Mum and Jennifer knew I was a virgin and when they asked me how it was, I said it was wonderful, Mum was more discreet, Jennifer pulled me aside and asked if I'd had sex and if Stephan was good in bed, of course, I lied and when Jennifer said "We're lucky sis, our husbands are great, Enrico won't give me a break, he wants me every day and he's always getting me roasted. .", I just laughed, I didn't have the heart to say that Stephan was shit in bed and didn't seem to like sex.
• The days went by and Stephan didn't do anything or show any interest in sex. A month into the marriage I got angry and started doing everything I could to get his attention, I'd walk around the house in my panties and bra and sometimes I'd even go naked in front of him, but nothing worked when we were in bed and I'd put my hand on him or hug him he'd always come up with an excuse.
• The days went by and we created a fucking routine: we'd go to work and then to the gym. When we got home, he'd cook dinner, because according to him, he knew how to cook better than me, which was a lie. He only cooked fitness food and from Monday to Friday we'd only eat healthy food, if I wanted to eat something tastier, like pasta and things like that, he'd manage to convince me otherwise.
• While he was cooking dinner I'd shower and after we'd eaten, he'd go to the bathroom, then we'd both watch TV and as I woke up super early, I'd end up sleeping watching TV and we wouldn't do anything.
• No, I'm not a living dead person, but anyone who wakes up at 6 am knows very well that by 9 pm you're already sleepy, and it's only now that I see that the son of a bitch loved our routine, after all, I was asleep and we didn't have to do anything.
• Both he and I were working a lot, and because he worked in advertising, he started traveling a lot with the excuse of getting to know the customs of each state better so that he could make a better campaign.
• A week ago I went on a trip to Texas, we had some problems with some machinery and as everything was going to be replaced, Dad trusted me to supervise the whole process. We thought the work was going to take 5 days, but in 4 days everything was sorted out and without warning, I returned the day before the trip, we were going to be married for a year and I had bought tickets to see a movie at the cinema, I got tickets for the preview of the movie and I was going to surprise Stephan, as it was a movie he wanted to see.
• Yes, even without sex I was thinking of pleasing him, we got on well and today looking back I realize that our relationship was more of a friendship, so I returned the day before and when I arrived at the airport I took a cab home, when I arrived I sneaked in to scare him as a joke, The house was brightly lit and without making a sound I went to look for him in the rooms, I looked all over the downstairs and didn't see him, so I went upstairs and went straight to our bedroom, while I was still in the hallway I started to hear some moans, very slowly I approached the door to our open bedroom when I looked inside I saw Stephan on all fours on our bed while a dark-haired man was fucking him.
• I stood there staring and the two of them didn't even see me, all I know is that seeing that was like a shock of reality, I slowly hid and pulled out my cell phone and recorded a video of them, I stayed there for 30 seconds filming that disgusting thing and when I couldn't stand being there any longer, I went downstairs, picked up my suitcase and went outside, walked to a square near my house and sat on a bench where I stayed until dawn.
• I sat there for more than 12 hours and everything made sense, the way he treated me and acted, his tastes, and all the care he took with my clothes, make-up, and shoes when we went to buy things, he always chose for me, not that a heterosexual man can't be careful, but he was too much, absolutely everything made sense at that moment.
• The son of a bitch was gay and I'm sure the five times we had sex in a year must have been a martyrdom for him. Sitting there, I reviewed everything we'd lived through in our 1 year and 8 months relationship, I saw all the lies and until this moment I can't get my head around how he could be so petty. He certainly only married me because of his parents, his father is a prejudiced man and many times at family gatherings he has said that he would rather have a dead son than a gay son, Stephan certainly saw the perfect opportunity in me.
• I was the silly imbecile who was going to serve as a cover for him all my life, while he maintained a sham marriage with me and went around giving my ass to other people on the sly.
• Knowing that I was so stupid makes me feel angry, angry at him and me, because even though I was dissatisfied I didn't say anything, even though I was dying to be eaten with gusto I never questioned him, I always smiled and pretended everything was fine.
• When the morning dawned, all I could do was pick up my suitcase and get into the first cab I saw, ask it to take me to a hotel, and after registering at the reception, I went up to the room, took off my clothes and got under the shower, crying as I'd never cried before in my life, because I was and still am ashamed of myself.