It was day three of our honeymoon in Jamaica, and I already regretted marrying Stacy. I know that sounds harsh, but in the three days we've been here in Jamaica, Stacy has only been in our bed once, and we've only made love twice, on the first day we were here.
It is not that Stacy has been cold and refused to have sex; on the contrary, Stacy has been fucked many times. It's just that none of them was with me. I have counted that she has been fucked at least ten times, but I passed out overnight, so I am sure I have missed another eight or ten more times.
You might ask, "How the hell did that happen and who was fucking her?"
Well, that is the story I am writing for you here. The simple answer is that Stacy has been fucked over and over by many local, very black, very well-hung, very aggressive Jamaican men.
You may also ask, "Where did this happen"? Well, I have to say, everywhere around our resort, on the beach, in a ramshackle beach shack, and even in a bong house. Those are all the places I can confirm, but I am sure there may have been other locations.
I had been in our room, waiting for Stacy to return for over twenty-five hours, and I had been worried the whole time. While I waited, I made my plan of what I was going to do. As angry as I am with how my new wife has been behaving, the way she has treated me, and the way she has shattered our marriage, I am glad Stacy has not returned yet.
It allowed me time to finish what I had to do. After witnessing Stacy with three of these young studs the first night, I decided I would not play any part in Stacy's Jamaican fuck fest and could no longer be her husband.
I was packed and ready, so I wrote a letter to Stacy. There was a knock at the door; the bellman was here to get my luggage, and I tipped him, then sat down to finish writing my letter. It would be short but not sweet.
Stacy,
As you can see, when you returned to our suite, I was no longer here. I could not sit by and watch you destroy my life...
I finished the note and folded it, placing it along with the hotel check-in sheet, her plane ticket, and passport on the desk. I looked around the room to ensure I had left it just like I wanted. Her white wedding night lingerie that I had ripped to shreds, along with the copy of our marriage license, I had torn into four pieces, both lying neatly on her side of the king bed she had not been in after the first day.
I picked up my computer bag and left the room.
I took a few steps down the hall and saw the maid. I asked her to clean our room next. Make the bed and place the items on the bed like a pillow chocolate. I walked down the three floors of steps so I wouldn't run into Stacy if she happened to be in the elevator. I exited out the side door, waiting for the cab. As I sat, I said, "The airport, please, and step on it. I have a flight in two hours."
It was a forty-minute ride. I sat back and closed my eyes, allowing my mind to fill with thoughts about the past few days.
Friday,
It had been an exciting day. It was the day before our wedding. All my family had arrived in Milwaukee on Wednesday and Thursday for the festivities. We had a family breakfast for all twenty-two members. Then, I had a final tuxedo fitting, as did my dad, Stacy's dad, and my brother. Then, we had a few hours to relax before rehearsal, followed by the rehearsal dinner and partying afterward.
Stacy had a bridesmaid brunch, her final dress fitting, and a visit from her two sisters and mom. She had a spa session I had set for her to let her relax and have her body pampered. Her mom and sisters, along with my mom, were also going. I had scheduled them all for the complete treatment, including waxing, so they were all in for a treat. Our two dads would thank me, as would her sister's husband and her other sister's boyfriend.
We had agreed not to sleep together from Monday on, so we would be extremely horny, primed for a great wedding night.
The rehearsal and rehearsal dinner went off great, and the party that followed was a blast. We had a local band and invited our friends, family, and visiting guests to the party. We danced until late. Whenever I danced with Stacy, I wanted to drag her out of there and make love to her. We were getting horny; I was sure we would explode on Saturday night when we finally got our hands on each other.
The Wedding Day was uneventful. I slept in, and we had a Groom's brunch, and Stacy had a Bride's brunch as well. The photographers were everywhere, getting pictures of everything. Digital photography makes it easy to shoot thousands of photos for later review and select the ones you want to keep.
The Wedding was at 4:00 p.m., followed by a formal dinner reception featuring a show band and plenty of alcohol. There were 120 people invited to the Wedding and 200 people, plus, invited to the reception. It cost my parents a fortune, but what the heck, we're only doing this once!
The Wedding was beautiful, but I was in a fog until I saw Stacy and her dad walking down the aisle. Stacy looked ravishing, and my heart was filled with love for this woman. I couldn't wait for her to become my wife in a few minutes!
Stacy stepped up next to me, having been given to me by her dad and mom. Our eyes locked as we professed our love and shared our vows of dedication and commitment. We kissed as man and wife, and everyone cheered and clapped as the church bells chimed. We made our way down the aisle and outside. We had pictures to pose for, so thirty minutes later, we finally entered the limo, waiting to sweep us away.
Once in the limo, we were all over each other, so happy to be man and wife. We were making out as the limo sped off to the reception at the Hyatt Hotel.
We received a rousing welcome as the band played the wedding march when we entered. There were cheers and clapping as we set up the reception line. We had a few drinks as everyone came by and congratulated us, dropping their envelopes in the silk La Borsa held by Stacy.
We were finally able to take our seats, and dinner was served. We were worn out by now, but a big night was ahead. Dinner, toast, and more toasts were fun, some of which were a little embarrassing, but it was all in good fun and love.
As I looked around the room, I realized that everyone there loved both of us, and we were all as happy for us as we were for ourselves. It made my heart full.
After dancing, drinking, posing for pictures, smiling, and smiling more, we finally kissed our parents and escaped to the Bridal Suite, where our party would continue.
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