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".
