My wife Elizabeth and I were at a wedding out of town. I hate weddings. I was at least counting on some fun hotel sex. We got there a little late and missed the window for sex before the reception.
We didn’t know many people there, it was the younger brother of one of Elizabeth’s friends from work. Most of the people there were 10 years younger than us and single or newly married. My wife was having fun dancing with the younger crowd at the reception, but I got bored quickly. I suggested we leave a little early. “It’s okay honey, you can go. I want to stay a while.”
We booked a room in the same hotel with the rest of the wedding group, so I knew she could get a ride back.
A few hours later, I heard Elizabeth’s voice down the hallway in the hotel. She sounded a little bit tipsy, laughing and shushing herself and whoever she was talking to. I was waiting for her to open the door, but she never did. When I looked through the peephole, I saw my wife going into a room across the hall.