Straight Female / 37
My husband and I are planning our 10 year anniversary trip - he wants to go back to Palm Springs
and stay at the same resort we stayed at on our honeymoon. My stomach just dropped when he said
that, since I still feel so guilty for what happened almost 10 years ago.
It was the 3rd day of our honeymoon, and my husband was going to play golf while I got treated
to a "spa day". In the morning I got a manicure and pedicure, in the afternoon I had a 90
minute massage scheduled. I had a few cocktails at lunch, I will admit that, so I was a little
more relaxed and vulnerable when it was time for my massage.
I was pretty surprised when the masseuse showed up and saw he was a tall, strong, black guy.
The way he rubbed me, the way he touched me...omg...I tried not to think sexual thoughts but
it was impossible NOT to.
His hands "accidently" went higher up my butt than they should have, but I did not say anything.
Then when his hands went and cupped one of my breasts as I laid on the table, I knew he was
making advances.
The last thing he did was rub this lotion on me, which smelled so nice. I asked him what brand
it was, and he said he could arrange for a bottle to be delivered to my room.
Of course...1/2 hour later - HE showed up at our hotel room.
I remember it was exactly 2pm, since I was not expecting my husband to be back until at least
4pm. I at first thought it was my husband knocking on the door for some reason.
My masseuse still had his name tag on, I finally got to see his name was "Ty"...I still have
no idea what that was short for.
I had been sitting on our balcony sunning myself, so I only had my bikini on.
I was completely surprised when Ty asked if he could come in, and I was equally shocked at
myself for letting him in.
He did not waste a second. As soon as the door was closed, Ty pressed me against the wall
and kissed me.
And I kissed back.
My bikini top was off in no time, and Ty ravished my breasts like he had never seen white
tits before.
He was so strong, he literally picked me up and carried me to the bed.
I did not want to stop kissing this man! In between deep kisses he finally broke away and
asked how long we had. I had told him during the massage that my husband was out playing
golf for the afternoon, so I told Ty we had abut 2 hours.
I kept telling myself that there was not way this is happening - it was like I was dreaming.
But when Ty started to pull my bottoms off, I willingly raised my butt up so he could
take them of easier.
That first round, Ty never got undressed. I remember hearing him fumbling around trying
to unzip himself as he pulled his pants down.
We were in the middle of an amazing kiss, when he started to wedge himself between my legs,
and I spread my legs open to accept him.
I wont get into the whole "how big he was" issue - but I could tell from the moment he
entered me that he was far bigger than my husband.
I remember thinking how my husband and I just had sex that morning, and how my husband's
cum probably helped Ty slide inside me a little easier.
Ty was overly excited though, and he came inside me very quickly. I was disappointed in
that, but he reassured my he would be ready again in a couple minutes. And he was.
The next hour or so was just a blur of sex. Ty was like a machine - he just had so
much energy and knew how to use his size perfectly. The fact that that I had just gotten
married 3 days prior, and I was on my honeymoon did not matter. It was by far the best
sex of my life.
Ty made a couple comments about how white girls on their honeymoon are always the most
horny, so I got the idea he had seduced a few other brides as well. That was kind of sad
to hear because ideally what was happening would have been just as unique and special to
Ty as it was for me.
He went two more rounds with me - I could barely walk when it was finally time to climb
out of bed. This was great, but as we got dressed, Ty finally asked if I was on birth
control! Kind of a little late to ask that, right? If I had said "no" I wonder what
his reaction would have been.
Everything came crashing down on me when we were kissing goodbye at the door. I was so
disgusted at myself, I just wanted him gone.
I took a shower, and its like I was trying to wash the infidelity off of my body.
I noticed a scratch on the inside of my thigh, which probably happened when Ty was
pulling his pants down and his belt buckle aside. My husband never said anything about
it, though.
I called my husband and I told him I would meet him at the bar side pool. Then I called
the hotel guest services and told them I spilled something on the bed and asked for
a new set of linens. I felt so sorry for the room cleaners - there was 3 huge wet spots
on bed. I could not help but think if all those wet spots were from the overflow that
oozed back out of me with Ty, how much did he put IN?
My husband and I had a few drinks and a nice dinner. And yes, we had sex as well that
evening. I was so sore - but of course I could not say anything to him.
I remember on the fight home thinking to myself that I had FIVE rounds of sex that day -
by far the most in a day for me, and something that will probably never happen again.
I have been 100% faithful to my husband since that day of our honeymoon. We have
a wonderful home and 2 beautiful children. I sometimes like to just pretend those
2 hours of my life never happened, so I don't have to deal with the guilt.
But now my husband wants to go back to the same resort, and I find myself wondering
if Ty still works there. Part of me hopes he is sill there, but I just know that would
be trouble. I feel like writing the resort, and asking if Ty still works in the spa
department, or if he is gone, do they know where he works now.
Why do I hope he is there?
I feel guilty already now for just wondering about him.
and stay at the same resort we stayed at on our honeymoon. My stomach just dropped when he said
that, since I still feel so guilty for what happened almost 10 years ago.
It was the 3rd day of our honeymoon, and my husband was going to play golf while I got treated
to a "spa day". In the morning I got a manicure and pedicure, in the afternoon I had a 90
minute massage scheduled. I had a few cocktails at lunch, I will admit that, so I was a little
more relaxed and vulnerable when it was time for my massage.
I was pretty surprised when the masseuse showed up and saw he was a tall, strong, black guy.
The way he rubbed me, the way he touched me...omg...I tried not to think sexual thoughts but
it was impossible NOT to.
His hands "accidently" went higher up my butt than they should have, but I did not say anything.
Then when his hands went and cupped one of my breasts as I laid on the table, I knew he was
making advances.
The last thing he did was rub this lotion on me, which smelled so nice. I asked him what brand
it was, and he said he could arrange for a bottle to be delivered to my room.
Of course...1/2 hour later - HE showed up at our hotel room.
I remember it was exactly 2pm, since I was not expecting my husband to be back until at least
4pm. I at first thought it was my husband knocking on the door for some reason.
My masseuse still had his name tag on, I finally got to see his name was "Ty"...I still have
no idea what that was short for.
I had been sitting on our balcony sunning myself, so I only had my bikini on.
I was completely surprised when Ty asked if he could come in, and I was equally shocked at
myself for letting him in.
He did not waste a second. As soon as the door was closed, Ty pressed me against the wall
and kissed me.
And I kissed back.
My bikini top was off in no time, and Ty ravished my breasts like he had never seen white
tits before.
He was so strong, he literally picked me up and carried me to the bed.
I did not want to stop kissing this man! In between deep kisses he finally broke away and
asked how long we had. I had told him during the massage that my husband was out playing
golf for the afternoon, so I told Ty we had abut 2 hours.
I kept telling myself that there was not way this is happening - it was like I was dreaming.
But when Ty started to pull my bottoms off, I willingly raised my butt up so he could
take them of easier.
That first round, Ty never got undressed. I remember hearing him fumbling around trying
to unzip himself as he pulled his pants down.
We were in the middle of an amazing kiss, when he started to wedge himself between my legs,
and I spread my legs open to accept him.
I wont get into the whole "how big he was" issue - but I could tell from the moment he
entered me that he was far bigger than my husband.
I remember thinking how my husband and I just had sex that morning, and how my husband's
cum probably helped Ty slide inside me a little easier.
Ty was overly excited though, and he came inside me very quickly. I was disappointed in
that, but he reassured my he would be ready again in a couple minutes. And he was.
The next hour or so was just a blur of sex. Ty was like a machine - he just had so
much energy and knew how to use his size perfectly. The fact that that I had just gotten
married 3 days prior, and I was on my honeymoon did not matter. It was by far the best
sex of my life.
Ty made a couple comments about how white girls on their honeymoon are always the most
horny, so I got the idea he had seduced a few other brides as well. That was kind of sad
to hear because ideally what was happening would have been just as unique and special to
Ty as it was for me.
He went two more rounds with me - I could barely walk when it was finally time to climb
out of bed. This was great, but as we got dressed, Ty finally asked if I was on birth
control! Kind of a little late to ask that, right? If I had said "no" I wonder what
his reaction would have been.
Everything came crashing down on me when we were kissing goodbye at the door. I was so
disgusted at myself, I just wanted him gone.
I took a shower, and its like I was trying to wash the infidelity off of my body.
I noticed a scratch on the inside of my thigh, which probably happened when Ty was
pulling his pants down and his belt buckle aside. My husband never said anything about
it, though.
I called my husband and I told him I would meet him at the bar side pool. Then I called
the hotel guest services and told them I spilled something on the bed and asked for
a new set of linens. I felt so sorry for the room cleaners - there was 3 huge wet spots
on bed. I could not help but think if all those wet spots were from the overflow that
oozed back out of me with Ty, how much did he put IN?
My husband and I had a few drinks and a nice dinner. And yes, we had sex as well that
evening. I was so sore - but of course I could not say anything to him.
I remember on the fight home thinking to myself that I had FIVE rounds of sex that day -
by far the most in a day for me, and something that will probably never happen again.
I have been 100% faithful to my husband since that day of our honeymoon. We have
a wonderful home and 2 beautiful children. I sometimes like to just pretend those
2 hours of my life never happened, so I don't have to deal with the guilt.
But now my husband wants to go back to the same resort, and I find myself wondering
if Ty still works there. Part of me hopes he is sill there, but I just know that would
be trouble. I feel like writing the resort, and asking if Ty still works in the spa
department, or if he is gone, do they know where he works now.
Why do I hope he is there?
I feel guilty already now for just wondering about him.
