I want this

I didn't know how long I had been stuck in the hotel room. After Tiago left , I cried a lot. Now, lying down, I look at the ceiling of the room. I remember that I ordered lunch, or dinner, in the room. It must have been night. I don't know. I can't believe this happened to me. I was anxious to celebrate my freedom in bed with Tiago. I wanted to have sex with him in every possible way. I was longing for it. But he was already fucking my wife.

Bisexual. He told me that was his sexual orientation. Is that okay? But he shouldn't have gotten involved with my wife. Bastard. My eyes get angry, I hold back tears. They don't deserve my tears, I think. What I need to do is live. I have to get out of this sadness. I get up, trying to react, I take a shower. The water runs down my body and I remain standing under the shower. What can I do to react? What would get me out of this sadness? Sex, I need to have sex, that's the answer that comes to mind.