Michele's Dark Destiny: the Cabo Affair
I had witnessed the awakening of unspoken desire in my wife, Michele, though I remained unaware that it would lead to obsession and beyond. We had entered a new world, with Michele falling again and again into the 'zone' that she had discovered those two nights. A zone in which nothing mattered but her desire. She would hold me spellbound with vivid descriptions of her ever-emerging fantasies, which we would then flesh out with role-play, often aided by her 'Mandingo Phallus'. Almost all of her fantasies came to involve black men, with many exploring a darkness and subversion in her psyche that I never knew existed. Yes, witnessing Michele uncover her deep sexuality was an erotic dream...though sometimes unsettlingly so.
On the domestic front, on the other hand, our lives continued unchanged, with our marriage remaining supportive and affectionate. Michele and I were enjoying a wonderfully fulfilling, outwardly wholesome life together!
Our careers continued at a demanding though rewarding pace. Michele seemed to handle her career effortlessly, even though it was at least as demanding as mine, and undoubtedly required more brain power. Just as when she was simultaneously working and completing her PhD, I was in awe of this lady's ability to handle every obstacle she faced.
I seemed to be working non-stop, having been assigned oversight of a very high-profile commercial real estate transaction. Its scope was a challenging responsibility for a Junior Partner, but I accepted it without reservation. And there was some great motivation! The firm has three Principals, led by first among equals, John Gross. Beneath the Principals are the Full Partners, including veteran Ops Chief, Larry Sullivan. Larry had taken me under his wing early and we always had a great relationship. He mentioned that he and the Principals were very impressed with my performance, implying that if this deal went well there could be a big reward.
As everything came together I found that I had more free time than expected, with just a few loose ends to be tied up. Knowing there would be no time between this project and others coming up in the spring, Michele and I decided that it was the perfect time for a getaway to Mexico. Cabo was an easy flight from Southern California and the perfect destination for a bit of adventure and quiet time together.
Everything was going as planned, when out of the blue the parties in my transaction requested that the closing be expedited to the Thursday we would be gone! It was nearly ready to go, so we had to accommodate the request. I asked Larry if I should reschedule our trip. "You load the gun and we'll pull the trigger," he assured me. I trusted him like a father! I finished my preparations, briefed Larry and the others, then on Saturday I packed for Cabo..
Michele and I arrived on Sunday afternoon, immediately taken by the beauty of the locale and our luxurious accommodation. The next days were wonderful, highlighted by magnificent weather, fine dining, parasailing, and snorkeling. We made the most of every day, often relaxing at our resort lounge in the late afternoon. The place was beautiful! The horseshoe-shaped lounge featured panoramic windows with a deck lining the outside. Both afforded magnificent views of the Pacific, the resort grounds and pools, and the harbor with its surroundings.
The days passed quickly. Thursday arrived, the day the big deal was to close. After parasailing in the morning, then shopping in the early afternoon, Michele and I showered and headed out again at about 4:30. Michele wore a green dress she had bought just for the trip, sexy and summery. It looked gorgeous with her honey-blonde hair, golden skin, and emerald eyes. The front came up in a loop around her neck, her arms and shoulder blades bare. It closely hugged her body while remaining tasteful, leaving just enough for the imagination. In one word? 'Stunning'!
And so the two of us found ourselves sitting on the deck enjoying a glass of wine while discussing our plans for Friday, our last full day. We both expressed disappointment that our trip was almost over, agreeing we would go for a long walk on the beach and take it easy on Friday.
It was then that Michele motioned, pointing to three black men coming out to the deck.
"Hey, there's Derek!" she exclaimed.
"Huh? Who, where?" I asked confused.
"There!" she pointed out, giving a friendly wave. One of the men smiled and waved back.
"Oh, yeah! Such a nice guy," I acknowledged.
We had met Derek the previous day as Michele and I were sitting in the surf taking a break from snorkeling. She was describing a problem with her underwater camera, when a tall, dark, ripped black man suddenly appeared, towering over us. It was kind of startling, but with a disarming smile he introduced himself as 'Derek' and offered help. He apologized for eaves-dropping, explaining that he had the same camera and had experienced the same glitch. He sat down next to Michele, leaning close to show her the solution, and in a minute or two he had it fixed. Then we all chatted a bit.
It turned out Derek was from Huntington Beach! He was somewhat flirtatious with Michele, but though unpolished he came across in a respectful way. And Michele ate it up! It was a turn on seeing her sitting in the surf, smiling, her golden body glistening wet, with this tall, dark stranger clearly enjoying the "scenery".
After Derek left Michele prepared to head back into the water, joking that maybe he was the 'one' we were looking for. I laughed, realizing where the 'one' idea was coming from! She mentioned, as if I hadn't noticed, how he had been checking her out. I reminded her that every man I had seen since our arrival on Sunday had literally undressed her with his eyes. "And every woman, too!" I half-joked. Michele's sky blue hip-hugger bikini ensured plenty of attention on that particular day. For my part, I was more content with watching her tight, round bottom dipping and bobbing in the water than with snorkeling myself!
Back to the present, Derek appeared at our table a few minutes after we saw him arrive. He was wearing a silk Hawaiian shirt, tan trousers, and loafers, sans socks. I had to admit that for a man so rough around the edges he could really put himself together. His clothes fit perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and chest, ripped arms, trim waist, and long legs. With his strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and wide mouth, he looked like the quintessential movie star. Michele smiled her usual, radiant smile as he gently but firmly took her hand.
"It's great to see you again! Michele and..." He stumbled.
"Ty," I replied.
"Right! Ty..." he continued, shaking my hand in turn. His was large, calloused, and strong. "Well, you mentioned we might run into each other here, and look what happened!" Turning back to Michele with a confident smile, he continued, "How you folks been? Enjoying your trip?"
Michele responded, "We're great, and we're having a wonderful time! How about you?"
"I'm fantastic!" he said. "Any more equipment malfunctions?"
