We had been married for some 16 years and were not exactly living 'happily ever after' and they say. Somewhere in those years we had had the standard two kids, both of whom were teenagers now, and while we had grown apart somewhat, we had kinda mutually agreed to stick it out and be parents until the youngest reached 18, then maybe if things hadn't improved, we'd reassess and perhaps split the sheets. Seemed reasonable and the adult thing to do to me....but I wasn't quite sure of my wife's intentions.
I had been faithful...thought it was what I agreed to in the vows, and despite several open invitations over the years, I had hung in there with the fidelity thing. I had thought my wife, Susan, had done the same...that is until one day when she accidently left her laptop running in her home office...she is a real estate associate, and fairly busy....and I got a bit nosy. We both had computers, and both had passwords, and we never poked into our respective spouse's information, but I had overheard a conversation one day when I was supposed to be out running....and it sounded a bit suspicious.. a bit too chatty and unprofessional. I knew she was talking to her boss, Roger Dalmouth, and some of it was business, but some was decidedly un-business, or monkey business....so I got a little suspicious, and when the opportunity presented itself, I snooped.
Sure enough, in flipping through her hotmail account, I found an interesting collection of what could only be described as notes for an afternoon tryst.....several in fact. Seems they could pick an empty house to 'show' one afternoon....independently...and both arrive there but their respective 'client' wouldn't show, leaving them with an hour or so of nothing to do but fill the time doing something else...and they were careful not to muss up anything, but would always leave the house tidy ... Of course the owner would be gone in order to allow the house to be seen...so there was little danger of discovery. This had been going on for months, much to my surprise and dismay.....but I didn't let on. Things were going OK in our house, so I didn't want to upset the apple cart yet.... Didn't have anything other than these emails anyway..and didn't have any way to print them out or get copies,...so it was just my word against hers if it ever came up.
Then Susan won some promotional sales trip for a week in Jamaica....and I thought maybe the trip would lessen the tension in the house if we just went down for some sun and sand.. At first I had some small hope that maybe things could turn around...that she might get a bit swept up into the romantic getaway thing and we could find some of the old sparks. Didn't expect to recreate a lot, but the idea was there, initially.....but then a I overheard a portion of a "business" phone call that squelched that....something about 'stringing him along with this trip so he won't get suspicious...maybe even give him a little to keep him happy'. So with that understanding of the reason behind this trip, a thought began brewing in my head.
One of her incoming emails had indicated that Roger was promising things for the future when he and she were finally 'free' of the dullards they were stuck with. I figured that old Roger knew our plan of sticking together, and that he was safe for a few more years....getting the crème without buying the cow, so to speak....and that the affair would blow itself out by the time we all split the sheets....or maybe not. But he was safe. Susan apparently bought into the 'wait until we're free idea' and was actually doing some planning...because I also found that she had purchased a couple of nice, expensive gifts for Roger...she had her own money....and had begun secreting a little money into a new account at another bank.....so she was plotting and planning to fly the coop probably sooner rather than later...and right into old Roger's nest. Roger, by the way, was pretty much a racist.....wouldn't hire anyone of color, or even Latino or Asian.....and since it was his own company, didn't have to. I'd heard a couple of his catty remarks at office parties....so knew his opinion pretty clearly. He was a pure whitebread bigoted boy who felt superior and wasn't shy about disclosing it.
So we went on this holiday.....Susan , who is quite nice looking, even at almost 40.....she works out in the gym, eats carefully, and is proud of her looks and figure. She also likes to dance...and gets into it, especially with rock'n roll, or "black" music, as she calls it.. She had said that she liked to kick it loose on these island trips...we had done a couple in years past...that it brought out the basic instincts in her.... And also that she liked flirting with the island fellows...letting them rub around and sniff around a bit, but knowing she wasn't going to allow them any more. I think she also was something of a bigot....tease, but don't please.....it kinda turned her on to tempt but not follow through. I think she got off on it, and in earlier years, we had had some intense sex because she was turned on and I benefited. She never would admit it, but I think it made her feel superior to tease and taunt, but then stroll off leaving the locals somewhat heated, but without anything more.
And this trip was no different.....I think she figured this was it for awhile, so she was going to really push it along out there...both for the locals, and also for me...none of whom were going to enjoy what she was showing but wasn't sharing. After the first night, and my thinking that maybe things might swing around, only to get the old "I'm too tired" routine...I knew what her game was...and it pissed me off. She wasn't ever too tired for old Roger, but her husband would just have to put up with it.
So I began hatching a little plot. I knew that the islands had some very fine rums that went down like honey, but that were seriously strong and lethal.... I spent one afternoon at our favorite watering hole/bar/dance joint talking with the bartender about the situation. Not fully...just told him my wife loved to come here and flirt and I thought that she would 'really like to experience the islands in a complete way.' He got it, and asked how I felt about that....and I told him that we had been married a long time, and that a little icing might not hurt the cake..might make it sweeter back home. He understood then, although he had no idea of my real motivation and intent.
I told him that I didn't think she'd ever really make that giant step however, even drunk..because then she'd just get sick and ruin everything....and as the conversation rolled around a little bit, he asked me if I had ever heard of 'roofies'....and I lied and said "No" and he described how they were colorless, tasteless and most effective in allowing things to happen that a recipient wouldn't resist and also wouldn't remember..at all. After we discussed these, me being 'surprised and amazed' at this wonder dust......I asked how to manage to get my wife to try this magic potion....she certainly wouldn't just take a pill if I suggested it. He said: "No, mon....she would take it in a drink we made up called the Black Island Cherry, and she would never know it...in fact after a little while, she'd never know anything at all until the next day. Then no hangover, no memories of the night before, and no regrets, but all the fun you want to have with her."
I asked him about the drink name, and he said it came from the fact that if a white woman decided to enjoy one of the local guys, for her first time, he would in fact be getting her 'black cherry'....but that this was a bit of a secret between the men, and never told to the females. Great tasting, lethal, and laced with enough roofies to do a fine job on any female.
