So, there I was, on my fucking honeymoon, locked out of the main bedroom in the grand suite, because my new bride got drunk and took some guys back with her to fuck her there. The guys didn’t like that I was present and felt deceived or betrayed or whatever that she was married, so they took it out on me and locked me out of the main room in the suite until they were done with her.

This wasn’t what I had in mind when I granted Jill a hall pass and demanded one in return for the duration of the honeymoon. It was her idea, which was funny because she had been the one to convince me that she could give me enough to make monogamy worth my while. No sooner did we get married and go on our honeymoon, but she pulled this stunt out of left field. It didn’t look, or feel good for that matter. She asked me to tag along to ... participate, but the other guys stopped being cool with that once they knew that I was her husband.

I wasn’t sure what exactly Jill had been drinking other than tequila. Given that the last sex that she and I had was on our wedding night itself, I wasn’t in the mood to put up with it. No sex, not even the hot, messy, steamy sex that we had that first night, which included anal, was worth being kicked or locked out of my own bedroom. The fact that it wasn’t our home master bedroom wasn’t the point. This was a serious breach of contract here and there would be hell to pay.

At this point, I didn’t care what she did or thought or if she was sincere about my own hall pass or not. I was going to fuck another woman, maybe two, maybe three, and then I would leave, probably just go home early. Part of me wondered if I could cash in the rest of her credit for the round trip ticket. It would be fucking hilarious to leave Jill stranded back in Barbados while I went home and changed all of the locks. Yeah, I was pretty sure that I was done with her.

Hell, since we didn’t have kids together, I could just cash it all in, catch a cruise, or slip away to another part of the same island and fuck anything that moved. Or I could leave for Europe or Cancun or something. I didn’t have to put up with this shit from anyone and I refused to do so. Jill’s behavior since our arrival the day before had just gotten weirder and weirder still. I didn’t need this crap and I refused to stick around for more like a glutton for punishment.

I grabbed what I could pack together and crammed into my suitcase, jumped into the shower to clean up from where I had apparently puked out my guts, and then dried off quickly. I brushed, flossed, used mouthwash, and got dressed in a hurry. I didn’t want to see Jill, not right now. I didn’t want to lose my cool to that extent. She had broken our pact and I was livid enough that I didn’t trust myself not to commit murder or something like that in a fit of rage.

I took what I could get, grabbed my keys (this was an older building that had physical, manual locks and keys, no fancy key card system), and took them to the front desk. The concierge was a bit surprised to see me, until she realized that I was alone. Her big, beautiful brown eyes became as wide as saucers as she grasped my intentions. She knew that I planned to go to the airport, fuck someone in a quickie along the way, and/or join the Mile High Club on the plane, and then I would be out of Jill’s life for good.

“Um ... what if I could get you another suite, sir ... for a discount price? There’s one just emptied unexpectedly, as the police had to arrest the occupant. If you don’t mind the bloodstains on the carpet, it’s actually pretty nice. It would be a shame for you to miss out on holiday just because your wife betrayed you. And since she went black, two can play that game, right? I assure you that I will satisfy you as much as I can,” she winked at me, now looking much younger than her apparently forty years on this Earth.

“Okay, I’ll bite!” I grinned at that prospect.

I loved the notion of tormenting Jill by screwing another woman blind the whole time that we were on our honeymoon where she broke her word. As the concierge handed me the keys for my new suite in place of my old ones, I resolved to take a separate flight, of course, and leave at least a day early nonetheless. Until then, I could kick back and have fun. As long as I returned enough ahead of Jill to change the locks, it would be worthwhile.

I chilled for a while in my new suite before I fell asleep, finally able to doze off. I didn’t notice the hands on my cock until they were already there, and before I knew it, I felt a wet, warm mouth surround my prick. I opened my eyes and there was the concierge, her lovely black face smiling at me as she sucked me good and hard. How did she get in ... oh, that was right ... she would have spare keys for each suite, wouldn’t she, including all rooms?

“Good afternoon, darling ... I see that you like the surprise wake-up call. For the duration of this honeymoon, think of me as your bride instead of that stupid cunt who betrayed you with those ruffians. I’ve found out who every last one of those blokes are, and none of them are even a little respectable like you and me. Two of them are my cousins and they are complete nutters, too. It pays to be friends with hotel management, wouldn’t you say? I’m Karissa, by the way. Karissa Thorne,” she told me before she resumed sucking my cock with a vengeance.

Not even two minutes later, I was on the bed in the master bedroom of the suite with Karissa riding me and pushing her tits in my face. She rode me bareback, too, much to my delight and surprise. I wasn’t sure about her motives, but I had to admit that she was the best lover I ever had, bar none. When she switched to reverse cowgirl, that opinion was further cemented in my head as well as my heart. My cock certainly agreed from seeing those gorgeous black buttocks of hers.

I found myself in a blur, almost, having Karissa ride me into next year. She took me three or four times before she stopped, even showing me the stimulant that she slipped into my rum on our first break. The wink in her face told me that she was far from done with my dick ... and the rest of my body, too. I wasn’t sure what her agenda was, but something told me that she had one, one that she wasn’t telling me yet, or anyone else, for that matter.

I woke up yet another time and it was already evening. The sun had set and I was in Karissa’s arms, her sweat pouring off her body and mixing with mine. I couldn’t believe how quickly I had been charmed and seduced by a total stranger, except when one considered the rebound factor and my wounded pride. Something told me that this was more than revenge sex for both of us. Karissa treated me better in less than a day than Jill had in years.

“Want to shower and join me for supper? Lots of folks will be green with envy. Maybe your wife will be one of them. I so want to make that stupid bitch suffer, just as you do. A fine man like yourself, being treated as a third wheel while she locks you out of the room and pulls a fucking train for strangers!

“Perhaps you’d like the holiday to continue and just never come back. Think about it. I think that you have enough money to buy this hotel if you wished and just live here with me for good. I don’t care if you’re faithful. I won’t pretend to be, but that’s the difference between her and me. I admit what I am.

“I love sex. I don’t want to turn anyone down. It’s just that you ... you’re different. I want to be your wife and I will go out of my way to convince you that it’s a good idea ... and keep you convinced,” Karissa licked her lips as we hit the shower together.

“So ... swingers, open marriage, something like that?” I clarified while soaping down her luscious flesh.

“More like me being your cum whore and you being my stud. Call it whatever you like, but I do want to see you ... fuck lots of local women. For that, you’d need to stay here, love. Trust me, if you stay in Barbados with me, you’ll soon be glad that you did and never looked back. I’m not a selfish, lying bitch like Jill.

“I can tell that she was loath to let you stray, even if she grudgingly gave you the hall pass. I won’t be like that, baby. Not at all. That silly wife of yours has no fucking clue the can of worms she just opened, does she? But she’ll know when it’s already too late,” Karissa told me with several kisses that let me see her spotless teeth.

I let her shave me, though not too closely. She left me a goatee, telling me that it looked “badass,” to use her words. She also shaved my head, and then rinsed my head before dressing me like some kind of valet, much to my shock. Then Karissa dabbed some aftershave on my face, brushed her teeth as I brushed mine, and put her lovely arms around my waist to kiss the back of my neck.