I don't know what I expected. I guess I thought I could change him. That marriage could change him. It was stupid. I was stupid. I thought that after all the fights, after catching him and forgiving him over and over again, that we could finally put this all behind us. He promised in our vows that this would never happen again. He said he'd changed. From our wedding to the second day of our Caribbean honeymoon, that change of his lasted three days. All it took was for me to head down to the resort spa for a few hours. I left him alone in our room for just a little while, not more than an hour, just to take some time to myself. When I got back I saw Richard balls deep in some perky young maid in our honeymoon bed. I heard them before I opened the door. Hell, I heard them in the hall. She was screaming his name so loud that I heard it when I got off the elevator. She was so loud it seemed fake, like she was showing off. Like she wanted them to get caught. I didn't say a word when I caught them, I just stood there staring, jaw agape. She saw me first, she was doing some reverse-cowgirl shit. We locked eyes, I stared daggers into the little slut. She responded by rocking her hips spasmodically and screaming for him to fuck her harder.
"God, Daddy!" She screamed, pressing her perky little tits together and throwing her head back. "God, it feels so fucking good!"
It was then that Richard happened to look past the nubile nude in his lap and catch sight of me.
"Don't judge, Kat. You know I have needs." He said with a wicked grin. "Go in the luggage and get my camera, I wanna remember this piece of ass."
I didn't say anything, I just turned to leave..
"Why the fuck are you mad? He yelled as I stepped out of the door. "You're the one who married me!"
I slammed the door and started walking. I was still in my bathing suit, a sexy little string bikini I'd picked out just for the trip. Just for him. It was way more revealing than I was used to, but I thought I looked pretty great in it. Especially after I'd worked so hard to get into shape for the wedding. By the time I was back in the elevator, I could hear her calling him 'Daddy' again. I'd never done that. Not that Richard was bad in bed, it had just never occurred to me. It sounded hot the way she said it though and that pissed me off more.
It was a good thing I'd spent so much time in the gym, because I must have walked for hours. I walked out of the resort, all the way through the town. I walked until I saw the sun setting across the ocean, making the water shimmer like it was on fire. I was still walking, lost in a whirlwind of my own thoughts when I heard music and the sounds of people laughing. I realized that I hadn't seen any cars in a long time. I looked around, and couldn't figure out where I was. I guessed it was a private beach, or maybe a beach for locals, because I didn't see any of the tell-tale signs of rampant tourism anywhere. The few houses were ramshackle, the road behind me was a barely maintained mixture of gravel and asphalt. I saw lights out by the water, and that's where the sounds of people were coming from. I knew that I couldn't find the hotel by myself, so without too much deliberation, I resolved to head down and ask for directions.
As I suspected, the locals were having some sort of party. I was a little nervous to intrude, but when I got close, they boisterously invited me over. As I approached one of the locals walked out to meet me halfway. Even in the fading daylight, I could see his toned, rippling muscles under his tight ebony skin. His lithe hips swayed with an easy confidence when he walked, and their movement drew my eyes to them. He moved like a dancer, or some kind of great cat. So powerful and graceful at the same time. My vision moved from his hips to his loose bathing suit. The thin blue fabric did nothing to hide a frankly massive bulge. I felt my face flush, but I couldn't look away. His manhood swayed freely behind the fabric, back and forth with his fluid pace. I bit my lip autonomously.
"White girl, you know my eyes are up here?" He said with a soft chuckle.
I blushed and looked up, and immediately lost myself in his deep brown eyes. I realized instantly that every bit of him was beautiful. There were beads of sweat rolling down his chest in rivulettes, twisting through the curving lines of his hard abs. I was at once overcome with an urge to run my tongue along his body, and if he hadn't spoke again, I would have.
"You talk? You lost, girl?" He asked with a gentle smile.
"Yeah, I talk." I managed to stammer out.
"You lost?" He asked again.
"No." I said instantly.
"You sure?" He laughed.
"I'm exactly where I want to be." I said, the words pouring out of me before I had any time to think at all.
"Good, I'm glad you said that." He said cheerily, throwing one sinewy arm around my shoulders and pulling me close.
My knees were weak with his arm around me. The place where our skin touched felt so hot. I had to crane my neck to look at his smiling face. Heavy dreads were pulled back in a rubber band. His cheekbones were high and defined. His deep brown eyes almost glowed with a warm light. He was gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous, and as we walked towards the party I glanced back down at his swimsuit. Well, actually I was looking at the long, thick piece of meat barely concealed beneath it.
"There's no way it's soft." I murmured, a bit louder than I had intended.
He chuckled, and that to-die-for smile grew even brighter. He'd heard me.
"Never been with a black guy, have you?" He said, pulling me tighter against his hard body.
