On February 14, 1983, I took Susannah, the recently exited Catholic nun, as my wife.
With Susannah just leaving the church after being a nun for two years, she had no money, but we still wanted to have a little honeymoon. We decided to just rent a cheap motel room on the beach and decided to go to St. Petersburg Beach, Florida, which was only a few miles away from where I lived.
We spent the day after our wedding moving what little stuff she had into my condo and then went out for a nice supper before packing for our short getaway.
We arrived at the one-story cheap motel but beforehand, stopped at a store to get my new wife a bikini. I was so excited to see her in that swim attire and show her off to the world. It wasn't until a few days ago that I learned my bride was an athlete through high school. She played several sports. Even though my wife is very short in stature, she has thick, muscular thighs.
We checked in at the motel and got settled in our room. We didn't want to waste any time and wanted to hit the beach. Even though the water was too cold to swim, it was a nice sunny day.
I was very proud as I sat and watched my wife strip down naked and put on her new bikini. It was a black two-piece bikini and had white polka dots on it. It showed off Susannah's stocky figure but also showed her extremely pale skin, thanks in part to her Irish heritage. In my head, the only plan for the rest of the day after the beach was to bang the living shit out of my bride.
We grabbed our beach bag and walked about half a mile to one of their beautiful beaches. It was very peaceful, listening to the waves, and smelling the salt air coming from the Gulf of Mexico.
On our way back to the motel, we remembered that we never ate breakfast that morning, and as a result, we were both starving. I remember passing in the little beach bar on our way to the beach so I suggested we hit that on the way back to the motel.
We arrived at the tiny little beach bar. There were about 30 people in there and there were no tables available so we sat at the bar where I saw two open seats.
As we looked at the menus, I ordered a Long Island iced tea. When the bartender asked Susannah what she wanted, she said, "I think I will have a Long Island iced tea as well. It sounds nice."
I laughed to myself because I knew that she probably had never had any strong liquor.
Our bartender came back with our drinks, and we ordered blackened grouper sandwiches. As I was finishing the order, my wife took a sip of her drink and made a face.
"It's kind of strong. Isn't it, sweetheart?", I asked.
Susannah took a second sip and said, "It's not as bad once you know what to expect I guess."
I spent time looking around the bar and watching the TV screen that was mounted above the bar. I heard my wife make a noise and then heard her glass hit the counter. I looked over and saw that she had finished her drink already. I still had half of my glass left.
"Suz, that might have been a mistake, drinking that so quick," I said.
She looked at me with a smirk and replied, "It's a very good drink, and I'm very thirsty."
The bartender gave her a second drink per her request.
The bartender brought our food out. I quickly ate my sandwich. Susannah took her grouper out of the bread and began picking at the fish, saying it was a little too fishy for her taste.
I ordered a second drink and went to the men's room. I was only gone about three or four minutes, and when I returned, I saw my wife, talking with a man who sat on the stool beside her. She is a very friendly person, so that doesn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that she was on her third drink already.
Susannah introduced me to her new friend named Benny. I shook hands with him, and he congratulated me on our marriage. I just sat and listened as my wife talked, nonstop to Benny. I had never seen the side of her before. Talk about "chatty Cathy". Holy shit! My wife just went on and on. She would not shut up and kept talking talk about everything and anything. Benny just sat there with a smile and listened.
Benny was probably in his mid-40s if I were to guess. He was about 6'5" tall with a very large frame. He was also very black and had a deep voice. I almost asked him to say, "This is CNN."
Benny was wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt. I don't know if he was here on vacation or not because my wife's nonstop talking would not let him get a word in edgewise.
Susannah was about halfway through her third drink when her words started to slur and she would laugh at nothing.
"This is going to be an interesting afternoon," I said.
Finally, my wife stopped talking for about 30 seconds. My eyes met with Benny's eyes, and we both smirked. All of a sudden, she began talking again and looked at Benny, saying, "You know, P.J. and I have been having sex for a few months now. We have a lot of sex. We were even having sex before I left the church."
Benny just looked at my wife and said, "Is that so?"
She continued, "Oh yes! I had never had sex before and I like it. I didn't particularly care for swallowing his sperm at first, but now I look forward to it."
Before she could say anything else, I announced, "OK now! I think it is time to go back to our room. Let's go, sweetheart."
When my wife tried to get up from the barstool, she started to fall over. Benny caught her. I had our beach bag in one hand and tried to assist her with the other hand. I could've probably managed, but it would've been difficult.
"I'm done here, so do you need help getting her to your car," Benny asked.
"Thank you," I said. "We are staying at the motel right across the street".
In his deep voice, he said, "That's not far at all. Let me help you get over there."
Once Susannah got on her feet and got moving, she wasn't as bad as I thought. Every few steps, she would sway and Benny would catch her.
When we got to the motel, I was fumbling with my key and finally got the door opened. I turned around and saw my wife standing in front of our large black friend. One of his hands was wrapped around her and placed on her bare abdomen. My wife's hands were both over top of his hand. For just a fleeting moment, I thought this was a little weird but oh well.
I opened the door to the motel room and we all walked inside. Benny helped get Susannah into the room. I put our beach bag down on the floor and turned to thank Benny. I put my hand out and said "Thank you, kind sir."
Susannah turned toward the black, towering figure and chuckled. She then mimicked me and said "Thank you, sir, you are my hero," as she put her arms out and jumped in the air where he caught her. He lifted her off of the ground, and she simultaneously wrapped her legs around his waist.
Once again, mimicking me except this time with a goofy British accent, my wife said "Oh thank you, kind sir," and she gave him a quick kiss on the chin.
So many thoughts went through my mind in a matter of a few seconds. I am standing in a motel room with my wife, of whom I had not yet consummated the marriage. She is in the arms of a strange and very large black man. My wife is wearing a bikini and now the strange black man is holding my wife in the air with both of his hands on her ass which was partially exposed.
Benny looked over at me. At first, I wanted to hit him over the head with something, but for some strange reason, I was extremely turned on by what I was seeing. I found myself smiling a little nervously at him and giving him a nod.
Benny turned his face towards my wife's face, which was only a few inches away from his own. He then opened his mouth ever so slightly, placing it on my wife's mouth, and began kissing her. While their lips were together, Susannah looked to the right at me apparently for some type of reaction. I threw my hands up in the air and smiled at her. She then took her eyes off of me and focused on her new friend.
Benny took a few steps toward the bed and bent over, gently laying my wife down.
The large man knelt on the floor at the side of the bed. He reached up to my wife's hips and grabbed onto her bikini bottoms. Very slowly, almost ceremoniously, he slid them down her legs and removed them. This revealed her neatly trimmed hairy pussy.
I looked at my wife's face. She was beet red and, had a very nervous smile displayed. She looked into my eyes with a look I cannot describe. Maybe she wanted me to intervene and stop this? Maybe she wanted me to give her approval? I could not interpret it, so all I did was sit in the chair at the foot of the bed and watch.
Benny gently spread her legs apart and pulled her ass toward the edge of the bed a little more. He planted his face in her crotch and began kissing and licking her pussy.
As I watched this stranger with my wife, my cock became as hard as a rock, so I slipped off my swimsuit and began to very slowly fondle myself.
Susannah's breathing increased, and she started to pant. Her body began to shake, and she let out a muffled scream. As she muttered, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"
Benny pulled away from my new bride and stood beside the bed. He had a massive bulge in his pants which he then unleashed as he removed his shorts.
To say that his cock was large is putting it mildly. My cock is 6 1/2 inches long and he made me look small. Maybe it was 9 inches? The thing that shocked me the most was the girth. The circumference of his penis was at least that of my wife's forearm. I have seen cocks like this, but only in professional porn movies. I was not prepared for this.
