Chapter 10- Secrets of the Past

“The entrance to the villa had huge, oak doors with view panels that allowed you to see the infinity pool and the Carib/Atlantic Ocean, the view was breath taking. Marble tiles, gold wall sconces and chandeliers hung from the ceilings in most rooms, but the master bed room with its four postured king size bed with a glass walled Jacuzzi and shower ensuite was the most exquisite place I had ever seen. “

“The setting seemed more like a honey moon suite than the temporary residence in my mind, but I was enthralled. I never expected it but Ray was utilising lessons learned in seduction intelligence 101 as he carefully chose the location and suite that would tantalize my fantasies with the intention of capitalising on the information he had gleaned over the past twelve months of working with me. He knew even down to my shoe size and panty size as well as my favourite deodorant. I was somewhat naïve, since he was trained to study his prey and this time he was about to make no mistakes and he was playing for keeps. “

We were met by the Maître D Pierre at the door and were dressed in top coat with tails and hat, strange for a tropical resort but it matched the ambiance and since I was told to pack light I obliged. To my surprise, the closet was already filled with brand named apparel that matched my taste and colours there was even a two-piece swim suit.

What the heck I thought. He had planned. But I never really thought it was a part of his scheme to have his way with mewhilemy guts told me so my rational brain convinced me that he was just a careful and diligent planner and had been thoughtful to have provided for any eventualities. This was a working trip and not designed for leisure or pleasure after-all I was happily married woman with two children, even though my body did not show signs of previous pregnancies.

We were served a cool tropical drink which tasted divine, as I felt warmth moving down from my throat and seemed to stop in between my legs and it grew warmer with each sip. It was a mixture of curiosity and naivety, as I found myself unable to stop drinking. I felt a little dizzy and weak in the knees, but I toldmyself that it was the jet lag and the fact that I had not eaten since breakfast this morning. It was only 12:30 p.m. and I know I could not have been that hungry.

Ray was beside me in a flash and held my hand and guided me to a chair that seemed to just envelope my body, as my head rested on his chest. I heard his heart beating. I had never been this close to another man, aside from you and I found myself caught in two minds, while my brain was saying run, my legs and body could not respond.

Ray was saying something, his breath was hot and sweet, while his hand caressed my hair and it felt nice even though part of me was quite concerned. His other hand slid down and began caressing my breast and to my surprise my nipple reacted and it fanned the flames in my groin, even though a part of me wanted to resist, but another wanted the attention. I longed for the caring touch.

Ray was gentle as he eased me down from his chest and knelt before me and slipped off my slippers and raised my legs and I felt his hot mouth on my ankles, tantalising me with his tongue as he traced circles on the inside of my leg as he inched higher the sensations were becoming unbearable and were over powering my head it was the first time a man had been this intimate with me, his tongue licked my thighs and my thighs opened to allow access, and at the same time they wanted to close to save my intimate flower from being ravished by his bilingual tongue.

He licked and sucked my thigh, as the waves of pleasure began to storm my last fort of resistance, and I felt my pussy getting wet, and I wanted to feel his tongue licking and penetrating the petals of my increasing engorged outer lips.

His tongue licked my honey pot through my pink Victoria Secrets thong, and my hips arched to receive each stroke and each time a little moan left my throat the urgency of his stroke increased. Wave after wave of pleasure washed across my body and the frequency of the pleasure got more intense, until I could not hold back and came with a force that I could not explain that I screamed from my womanhood and my mouth at the same time. No man had ever done that to me, and I could not quite have fathomed that was what a climax had been like all this time.

I've always heard stories from other women, but had never experienced an orgasm in my life, and I wanted more as he licked my cum from my lips, I did not even realise that my panties were no longer a barrier between his lips and tongue and my inner most place, and he was in full cry as he curled and twisted in tongue in shapes and forms in ways no English speaking man could. As another wave of ecstasy approached I felt his hands caressing my breasts’ pointed nipples, the areoles were erect and responsive and I yearned for something deep and hard to scratch them and to out the fire that burned within in me.

Ray’s clothes left his body and as the sunlight bathed his form, my eyes traversed his chest and saw the muscled torso and the ripped abdomen. My breath was stuck in my throat as I gazed on his manhood. No way could he have kept that concealed weapon a secret from me in a year of interaction, there was no way in hell that he could have had that tucked away in his shorts. His lips met mine and I tasted the combination of my cum and the tropical drinks that we had earlier. It reignited the fire in my groin, and he had the right size hose to out the fire.

As he slid the tip of his manhood through my engorged lips, it seemed to come with its own heat, as my pussy erupted and came again with my whole body convulsed and shook so violently that I bit my lip. Ray’s lip met mine and his tongue parted my lips and his shaft went all the way in, he was in my mouth and my love nest and as his tongue caressed and stroked my mouth his love stick did the same thing, touch and caressing deep inside me where no other man had touched.

I thought I was about to die as felt my passion coming from my toes to my head and back to my love nest, his huge shaft had touched somewhere in me that made me utter a guttural scream as I felt his hot fluid sear through my body.

I was hooked and wanted more and more and he obliged and carried me to passionate places where I never knew even existed.

That was why I insisted that we get counselling, and that is why I had to resign from the project in Montego Bay, in order to bring closure and peace of mind. I have long since rationalised my actions to the fact that I was drunk and even though the memory of the experience stayed with me, I found comfort in the fact that I was drugged and was not in my right mind.

The episode taught me a lot about my own body, and that I had to teach you Dominique how to tease, please and thrill me in bed, but it still has been a long slow road. Dominique, you know it took me a while to get over the episode in Bimini and included counselling and therapy.”

"Marsha my upbringing in the inner city taught men to ‘waist’ it instead of facing their challenges. You want me to learn to explore within the confines of our bedroom, but somehow you have been careful not to allow too much latitude as deep down you still believe that men could not be controlled once the gates were opened. In therapy you have gotten me to write out the things I would want to try in our sex life, and I indicated a threesome; marijuana and edible under wear.

However, the threesome was the worrying part as you could not fathom the feel of another female touching you. That is why when I suggested it jokingly the other day you became too upset because you thought I had intentions towards the barmaid. Marsha why are you telling me all of this now after all these years and in so much detail?”

“Dominique, when I saw that picture earlier from that girl it brought back memories."

"What picture?"

Dominique nearly fainted.

"Oh yes Dominique, I saw it, and I swore I would not say a word to you ever again, but I thought about what happened to me and it still feels so fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday.”

Dominique laughed haughtily.

"Are you sure you are not imagining things Marsha to try and equate it to what happened in the Bahamas between you and your boyfriend? I was told that after having a bottle of water I collapsed and she had to call the doctor. I want to see the proof that you have that I did anything even remotely wrong. Show me Marsha! I want to see it Show it to me please?”

"I have the proof of your indiscretions Dominique, I saw it with my own two eyes, I am just not ready to take on that episode but come hell or high water you are going to pay and Idon’t care what explanation that you come with.

I know we have come a far way since then but I think the incident at the bar triggered a lot of issues for you but it showed mental and emotional progress as we both realized that our intimate life needs work, and at some point we would mature sexually eventually. Was this revenge for Ray? I thought you we already over that episode in our life.”

"Marsha, I am still conflicted at times. I live constantly in the shadow of Ray and the things and places that he had been able to touch and get out of you Marsha. I've tried hard to relax and stay focused, and even relied on a little porn every now and then to give me pointers. I have visited bars and heard the other men talking at times what they did, and the candy stores that they visited with and without their partners.

“However, I feel as if the entire episode had allowed me to transform my outlook on life, I exercise frequently and watched my diet and the physical improvement was noticeable. You even changed out my wardrobe, and that has come with negative side effects as younger women started to notice my assets.”

"That was fine with me, as long as they only looked but did not touch. Haven't you noticed Dominique that I too found the silver lining and gave myself a makeover with a new haircut, wardrobe and gym and spa days? After-all it was partially your fault so I had you pay for your short comings through your pocket.

I was being spiteful and being a bitch about it as would any typical woman whose feeling were unfulfilled with theirlife at that time. There were still a lot of issues that haveto be fixed in my head. The mood swings and the bouts of anger were difficult for me to explain or rationalise. I noticed that you keep your distance and always hadto work late.”

“Anyway, Marsha lets continue to work at it and continue to talk things through when they become too stressful. I realise that when you are bothered your entire equilibrium is off and as result the tranquillity in the house is lost.”

“Dominique, why do you make it seem like I am the crazy one with the mental issues? Most if not all arguments are as a result of your lack of support in the house or the family that gets me upset. Unfortunately, it may be a little thing that triggers my relief valve. I am used to the man in the house being beside or in front on family matters, not sitting back and just providing the financial resources. Oh lord and you fall short emotionally for your children; there is little or no bonding between you and your children, especially your eldest Shane.”

“Marsha I can’t do this right now, I have to finish cleaning up the car, and your brother is still hanging around, so can we pick this up another time and remember next week I will be busy sorting out the arrangements with the new car and the new partner, plus the office manager.”

“Dominique Martin, please don’t get on my wrong side today, we have not yet finalised anything, so I don’t want you to do anything without my approval. Do you hear me Dominique? Do nothing!”

Dominique turned and walked back to the car in the driveway.

Marsha shouted, “I told you I was not finished with you and that chick in Swallowfield!”