I Do: An Anal-Only Marriage

I Do: An Anal-Only Marriage

I knew the moment Cara said it that my marriage was about to change. I took a sip of my champagne and looked at my husband of about six hours over the rim of my glass. He looked tight, angry.

I’d told Bryce that I hadn’t been with another man, that I wanted to wait until marriage. It was true that I wanted to wait until marriage. I’d had my fair share of fun in the past, but also my fair share of being treated like a cheap whore and then cast aside. So when I met Bryce a year ago at a luxury all-inclusive resort, where I’d won a week’s vacation for entering a contest on the back of a cereal box, I decided to bend the truth a little.

My sister, who’d always stayed chaste, had managed to secure a decent, financially secure husband despite being less conventionally attractive than me. She said I was going about it all wrong. I figured I’d try it her way.

I spent most of that week with Bryce, going for dinner, lounging around the pool. He was there on a vacation his company had paid for as a reward for closing the most deals the year before. When he would slide his hand up my thigh or lower his hand down my back after a hug, cupping the top of my ass, I’d use all my willpower to push him away.

When pushing him away finally demanded an explanation, because Bryce was keen to conquer his new vacation girlfriend before the time was up, I told him. I told him I was a virgin. That I was very attracted to him, but I’d need to wait until marriage, and I would understand if he couldn’t do that.

It drove him crazy. Something seemed to unlock behind his eyes, and that was it. Back in the real world, we only lived one city apart. So, for the next year, I was treated to lavish dates, weekend getaways, and eventually dinners at the tennis club with his family. I made a good impression and won the approval of his mother. And that was it. A week later the proposal came, and just six months after that, our wedding day.

Now with the wedding festivities over and the guests filtering out, all that was left was a small group of us. Five of my friends and a few of Bryce’s, plus his sister.

It sounds stupid to say, but prior to today it hadn’t even crossed my mind that someone would let slip that I wasn’t a virgin. In hindsight, I should have known it would be Cara. Everyone was sharing war stories of the craziest parties they’d been to, and Cara offered up the time she’d walked outside at Bobby Madison’s party to find me being fucked from behind in the hot tub by Billy. With Billy’s friend sitting on the edge of the tub and me sucking his cock. I don’t even remember Billy’s friend’s name. I couldn’t tell you if you paid me a million dollars.

One of Bryce’s friends, Clay, laughed loudly but in a good-natured way that I assumed meant Bryce hadn’t told everyone I was a virgin.

“Okay, what’s everyone’s body count?” Clay said. When there were a few groans, he added, “Come on, we’re all friends here. I’ll go first. Forty-three.”

He nudged Bryce, who said, “Thirty,” with a strained voice. That matched what he’d told me already.

My heart started to beat faster as the remaining group answered. I needed to get out of here before it got to me. I was on seriously dangerous ground. I downed the rest of my champagne and got up as though I was going to get more. I figured if I could stay in the kitchen for