Since leaving the Frontenac my brain has been on auto drive. After my phone call I left all doubt in the handbag section of Saks Fifth Avenue. Didn’t think about what I was doing or where I was going in full detail, I just went home and packed my Louis Vuitton weekend bag. Packing maxi dresses, bikinis and all my hygiene necessities for the next couple of days. Then I make the call I'm not quite ready for to my parents house. I hate having to give them any details on my whereabouts but time is short and I need the distraction. Luckily daddy answers and I let him know I won’t be making it in on Monday, a conversation in which I also had to tell him Chris and I had broken up. Telling him a better version of what happened with the actual desertion playing in my head.
Nevertheless I was relieved it wasn’t my mom, who would have wanted full details. I wasn’t ready for all that.
Walking through the Lynden Pindling International Airport my mind plays over the minor details of why I am here, the details that made me say yes to this trip and not think of the things that could go wrong. When Jerome called and offered me a relaxing weekend in the Bahamas I didn’t think twice about it. I didn’t think about the ass he was in the end, didn’t think about the visit his wife had paid to my office. Didn’t think of any of that, the only thing I did think about was getting away from home. Being with someone with no pretense of where the relationship was going. I figured he had learned that I wasn’t interested in the things he wanted to do with my body, the things he wanted other people to do to my body. So yes I am very happy to be getting my old Jerome back. The Jerome who wined and dined, the one who knew exactly how to make me feel loved, without loving me.
Right now I didn’t care I just wanted to get to the beach. Hop into one of the resorts three pools and I certainly will be taking advantage of the Blue Mahoe Spa. Momma, Ms. Sharon, Gayla and I had enjoyed the Breezes Resort and Spa plenty of times, sometimes with daddy joining us. I smile a little thinking of Ms. Sharon bringing her friend the next time we came as a family, then I became sad when I thought about Gayla also bringing the banker along. Yeah I am probably thinking too far ahead for both of their relationships but I am in self-pity mode and this is what happens.
Outside under the hot sun I board a shuttle to take me and a few others over to the resort. With family after family climbing onto the shuttle I begin to feel self-conscious of my single self. True thoughts of my visit making me feel disgusted. As everyone sits with a gentle smile in my direction I feel like they all know. Think maybe they have pity for being here under these conditions.
They weren’t all your normal family but you know the relationship looking at their interactions. There is a biracial family with the cutest set of twin girls, then a mother, her parents and her son, and then there is the couple on their honeymoon. So myself awareness is high, I'm the only mistress on the shuttle heading to have relations with another woman’s husband. I could be going to sleep with anyone of their sister’s husband, their friend’s husband, a husband of an old classmate high school or college, or their brother cheating on their sister in law.
Turning my attention to the scenery outside my window to block everyone out of my mind, hoping it will ease the unpleasant feelings. I tried to obtain a normal relationship with good values, but that shit went out the window when Chris disappeared. It seemed that cheating was all men knew and soon all of these men at some point will cheat on their wives, so why am I trying to become one.
Happy when we pull up to the resort, I am one of the first off the shuttle. The air smells better here with the ocean in the breeze. Bellhops are going about getting those who brought everything with them together. I walk through the crowd straight to the front desk, with my weekender, to get checked in.
The hotel is very beautiful and I am thankful for this weekend away. Receiving my key I head to the bank of elevators that will take me to Jerome. There is a very nice looking dark haired guy waiting in shorts showing off strong legs and arms to match. His muscles rippled under a simple wife beater dark hair covered his head atop a strong facial structure. When the elevator arrives he turns with a smile showing off perfect white teeth and gestures for me to enter first. As I enter the elevator I can feel my ass moving under the thin material of my dress and I know as a man he is watching. Alone on the elevator I feel an unbelievable sexual tension.
“I am Alonzo,” he states with a very thick accent that sounds wonderful in his deep baritone voice, all rolling very smoothly off his tongue then lips waking my body better than any cup of coffee. Italian, mmmm. Pulling it together I take his outreached hand, “Mya,” comes breathlessly as his hand closes around mine. The elevator dings and I come out of my trance and step off. I don’t say anything else or turn and look as I take that walk to my room. I notice the elevator doors haven’t closed. He’s watching me, but I will not give him the satisfaction of looking back.
Behind the doors my body simmers down. My mind switches gears as I notice the coffee table where there is champagne on ice and a bowl of strawberries, with a card beside it:
Hello beautiful, I'm glad you made it.
I am in a business dinner until late,
please enjoy some of the amenities.
The resort knows to charge everything to me.
Have fun. I will see you later.
Taking in the one bedroom suite I stare out at the ocean across from me on the other side of the living room. Inside the bedroom there is the same view of the ocean. Before I do anything I push the blinds completely open to let the scenery.
Since I have some time to myself I just want to relax on the beach with a drink; I can do some shopping and other activities tomorrow.
Two glasses of champagne, four strawberries and a shower later I head out to the beach to soak up the daylight ours. Before I leave the room I arrange a massage, get some good oils rubbed into my tan.
Now I am laying here with the sun beating on me, more relaxed than I have been in weeks.
Content with the fact that Chris is gone. I won’t say it doesn’t still hurt when I think about the reasons that he is gone or the way he left. But I have to look at the situation the way it is, he was never mine. I’m more upset though at the fact that I wasted my time with him when I should have just thrown him in the same basket with the rest. I put him on a pedestal blindly with knowing very little about him or what he was about as a person. I put him up there because I liked what he represented or at least the lie he represented. I thought he was a loving, wife finding, hardworking man. Turns out he’s just a lying cheat which makes him worse than any of the other women husbands. At least their honest and don’t leave me dreaming, thinking what if.
“Hello Mya,” there’s that voice that awakens my pussy and I don’t want to open my eyes, but he is blocking my sun and not moving.
“Hello Alonzo,” I answer gazing up at him, drinking him in now shirt less with smooth tanned skin in perfect shape. My God.
“Are you enjoying the sun,” finally moving out of the sun he takes a seat next to me in the sand, putting him too close to eye level. As my nipples harden I turn my head and close my eyes again hopping this will take some of the edge off.
“I am. How about you?”
“Yes the view today has become more beautiful I notice,” I can feel his eyes burning into my skin and I appreciate the statement but don’t respond. “What brings you here?”
“Friend,” I answer simply, “what about you, why are you here in Nassau?”
“Business the first two days, the next two will be for pleasure,” the way that pleasure rolls off his tongue is mind-altering. Making the sun feel hotter on my skin.
Then he asks, “How long are you visiting?”
“Till Monday,” I hope the simple answers will give him the impression that I don’t want to talk but it doesn’t.
“Is this your first time to the island?”
“Nope been with different friends and family. I love it here. How about you?” Okay maybe I don’t want him to stop talking. I have never had someone bring me so close to orgasm with just speaking to me. But this would be a dangerous game and I’m not in the mood. With my feelings still heeling I didn’t want to hurt anyone else’s or get mine involved.
“Me too, I try to come down at least twice a year. I had my honeymoon here with my ex-wife.” Oh wow and he’s single.
“Where are you from,” he asks?
Okay closed eyes are not helping anymore; the way he sounds and his smell are doing a number on me. My bikini bottom is becoming wet and this man has not even touched me, yet every time he speaks I feel as though he is gently stroking me. With every word that comes I feel a stroke of heat. And I simply know I need to get away from him. When I open my eyes there he is with that beautiful smile staring at me. Heat in his eyes, I know exactly what he wants.
“St. Louis,” I finally answer while sitting up. I don’t want to know where he is from; truthfully I don’t want him to say anything else. As I move to stand he moves ahead of me standing first and reaching out his hand. I take it and immediately feel the heat. Helping me to my feet he pulls me a little too close. Chest to chest I feel nothing but heat and a very high sexual energy.
“It was very nice talking to you Mya, maybe we can do it again,” he whispers against my ear waking up everything in me. I don’t have the heart to tell him I am here with someone else’s husand so I won’t have the time. I just walk off in a bit of a rush to get away from the smooth Italian again conscious of him watching my body, taking in my ass as I walk away.
In my room I take a quick cool shower to rinse of the sweat, heat and lust. Clean my thoughts and my body from Alonzo.
Finally I think as I hear the door click accepting the key card entered. I have been back from the beach for a couple of hours now, massage complete and belly full.
“I was beginning to wonder where my host was hiding,” I say in a sing song voice going to the door to greet him, dressed only in a purple mid-thigh nighty. All smiles stop and I stumble my last step when in walks Mrs. Jerome Bailey.
The look on her face is different from the lady who sat in my office. Yes the disgust is still evident in her eyes, anger in her movements. But her poise and that ‘I am better than you’ attitude is gone, she looks defeated. Humbled. Then Jerome steps in behind her. His demeanor is calm with a touch of arrogance that disturbs my gut.
My mind goes in all kinds of directions with none of them going well for me. Before I can come up with a sane reason for why I am standing in a hotel room with my married lover and his wife Jerome steps further in and kisses my cheek while still holding his wife’s hand.
The disgust level in her eyes goes up more than one notch; tears come to both our eyes. Is this what I have come to, did he think this would be something I would want to do with his wife. Two old people eww, one is my limit. Her eyes mirror mine tears but she doesn’t say anything and I don’t know what to say.
It was understandable why he treated me like this, but why her. Why did she let him?
“What’s going on?” Finally pulling myself together.
Jerome jumps right in, the only one of us who isn’t confused, angry or hurt, “My wife told me she came to see you,” he pauses looking at both of us smiling in a way I have never seen. “She has agreed to the threesome we talked about, I thought you would be more comfortable with that. You seemed hesitant with the last arrangements I wanted to make.” Then he goes and takes a strawberry from the bowl. Biting into it sexually, my stomach rumbles in response. As my head clears a laugh comes from me that I don’t recognize, is this fool serious?
Who told you I was considering a threesome I want to comment but the words never come as I watch him go back over to his wife, consoling her. Rubbing her back while whispering words of encouragement to her, persuading her to do things with his mistress she hadn’t done since college. With all the thoughts going through my head I can’t hear exactly what he is saying to her. It didn’t much matter I would do a favor for the both of us, because this shit wasn’t happening.
“I'm going to get our bags from the other room; you two get to know each other a little better.” Without caring what either of us thinks he walks out the room on his merry little way, with his fantasy closed up in a room behind him.
“Why would you let him talk you into this,” comes from me in an angry voice as I storm off to the bedroom.
Following she says, “I didn’t know what was going on. He told me we were coming here for a conference, I was happy it’s the first time in years he has asked me along,” and I can hear the happy in her voice behind me. “I thought that meant you were out of his system. We had a wonderful evening with dinner, dancing, laughing with other couples,” she adds almost to herself, pathetically.
From inside the bathroom I yell to her, “I have news for you, this aint your second honeymoon!”
Back in the bedroom with her I finish repacking my bag, “You obviously knew more than I did, you weren’t surprised at all. I don’t know where the hell he got this idea I wanted to have a threesome but I can show him better than I can tell him.”
“No I wasn’t surprised,” she admits sitting on the bed. She looks so unhappy and my heart aches for her. I sit down also, wanting to say something encouraging but nothing comes to mind.
“After I came to see you I told him about it. I was pissed, not because he was having affairs but because he was having a relationship. He tried to convince me it wasn’t that, that you could never take my place but I didn’t believe him. After seeing you I became threatened, I thought my home was in jeopardy. Then he said that if I had a threesome with the two of you he would stop, told me it was the only reason he was keeping you around. He told me that you had already agreed. After he said his peace I thought that was it,” she shrugs, “so no I wasn’t surprised when I saw you.”
I felt sorry for her because her house is in jeopardy; she is married to a lying piece of shit. He cheats on her and she thinks giving him a threesome will make it better. I am sure he is already having threesomes with or without either of us. He may have been willing to stop with me but I am sure soon he will have another.
Why did people get married to disobey their vows? Why not just stay single if that’s the lifestyle you want to live. Is there a rule somewhere that I haven’t seen that said we have to marry. I know fornication and children out of wedlock is frowned upon but what about the killing of another person’s mind, body and soul. People should really consider if they can be responsible for that much of another person’s being.
I stand to leave because I don’t know what to say, she needs advice but she’s older than I am. I'm still trying to figure it out. I need someone to advise me.
“I think you could be happier by yourself. I think you’re a beautiful woman and you need to find some happiness away from him.”
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