- GTOK,
I’m pretty sure by now you all have read my ex-husband Frank’s side of the story. About how we went down to Cabo on our anniversary and I ended up fucking some of the staff at the resort. About how I tried to lie about it and all of that. Well, I won’t lie, all of it’s true. I have no excuse and I won’t try to offer any. I’m not even going to attempt to explain how things got to that point since I know you've already read Frank’s account and already have an opinion of me. And your opinion may or may not be accurate. Judge me all you want, but I really don't care.
But I will admit that what I did was wrong. I allowed another man to seduce me and I allowed him into the very room and into the very bed that my husband paid for. Allowed another man to be inside of me when it was only supposed to be my husband. Then I allowed him to bring someone else into the same bed and we had a threesome. And on and on it went. All true and all on me. I’m sure Frank told you all about it and showed you the photos. I won’t deny it. But you gotta admit .... wasn’t Carlos fucking hot?
I mean, at this point, I might as well own it all, right? My marriage could’ve been saved, but I fucked it up. I take the hit on that one. Honestly, by the time we went on the trip, I’d all but given up. And Carlos paid so much attention to me, attention that I was starving to get from Frank. I know I handled it badly, but looking back, I can’t say that I wouldn’t have done it again. Carlos opened my eyes to so much more.
After Frank basically kicked me out, the only place I had to turn to was Maggie. She was and still is my best friend - hell, she even knew about everything while we were at the resort. She knew about Carlos. And Martin (I think Frank called him Julio - typical Frank). And Jean. And Hector. And Juan. And Franco (now that was weird calling out his name with it sounding so much like Frank! LOL!!) To her credit, she did try to stop me, at first, but when she saw that I was already past the point of no return, she didn’t judge me. In fact, that last night before we left, she was actually in the room with Carlos and I cause she wanted to see what the fuss was about. She had no intention of doing anything since she’d just gotten married, but she was curious. She got to witness it first hand (yeh, she’s a bit kinky that way - she’s always liked to watch). She told me I was a moron for doing that to Frank, but I really didn’t think Frank had a clue. He was too busy getting drunk and passing out. Now I understand why.
Anyway, Maggie put me up in her pool house and I stayed there for about 6 months. I pretty much kept to myself as much as possible and since it was near the back of her property, I could come and go as I pleased without disturbance to her and Jim. It was her second marriage and she was determined to make it right - I felt like shit the entire time I was there. It felt awkward as shit being there, her marriage was just beginning while mine was over. Not only did I feel like shit for what I did to Frank, but what I did to the kids. It’s been hard to talk to them. Still can be at times. But they are grown and we’re in a good place now. I think Cali knows but Jackson and Mary don’t. Maybe one day I’ll tell them.
But you want to know the really trip thing about all of it? Even with all of the damage to my family, the thing about all of it is how long it took me to get over Carlos t - more than anything else. It’s hard to explain but once you’ve experienced a sexual awakening, it’s hard to go back to sleep, to go back to your old sex life, your old sad existence. My sex life with Frank had been good, solid even, but Carlos did something to me that made me really question how I was spending the prime sexual years of my life.
Forget the fact that he was an excellent lover; through all of the pics and videos that I got to see, I don’t think Frank captured any towards the last part of the trip. The ones I think he told you about were early on and honestly, they were like quickies, really rushed and frenzied. The ones towards the end were on the opposite end of the spectrum.
Carlos did things to me that makes my toes curl even now thinking about them. I know you’re going to say that my only partner for the last 20-something years was Frank and anyone that did something above wha Frank was capable of was going to blow my mind. And maybe you’re right, that could very well be true. But size is size and Carlos had more than I ever imagined a man could have. And I’m not gonna lie - it was glorious. He turned me into a size queen and I can’t go back. I won’t.
Carlos filled me, utterly and completely. I’ve never felt so full and never felt anything so deeply inside of me before (well except when Martin stuffed his cock in my ass - fuck it felt like getting a colonoscopy his cock was so fucking long! That took a while to get over). I get wet thinking about Carlos even now and it’s been damn near three years now since the last time I felt him inside of me. I seriously considered taking a flight back to Cabo, at Frank’s snarky suggestion, and going back to the resort but I thought it foolish. That man probably would’ve laughed at me. I have no doubt that it was a common thing for him, to seduce the female tourists and fuck them silly, make them fall in love with his cock and have them dreaming that he was their husband. I wasn’t stupid and I wasn’t delusional - I was horny. I was horny all the fucking time and I wanted his cock - if not his, then one just as big or bigger. And that part … that part is where things really went off the rails.
But I will admit that what I did was wrong. I allowed another man to seduce me and I allowed him into the very room and into the very bed that my husband paid for. Allowed another man to be inside of me when it was only supposed to be my husband. Then I allowed him to bring someone else into the same bed and we had a threesome. And on and on it went. All true and all on me. I’m sure Frank told you all about it and showed you the photos. I won’t deny it. But you gotta admit .... wasn’t Carlos fucking hot?
I mean, at this point, I might as well own it all, right? My marriage could’ve been saved, but I fucked it up. I take the hit on that one. Honestly, by the time we went on the trip, I’d all but given up. And Carlos paid so much attention to me, attention that I was starving to get from Frank. I know I handled it badly, but looking back, I can’t say that I wouldn’t have done it again. Carlos opened my eyes to so much more.
After Frank basically kicked me out, the only place I had to turn to was Maggie. She was and still is my best friend - hell, she even knew about everything while we were at the resort. She knew about Carlos. And Martin (I think Frank called him Julio - typical Frank). And Jean. And Hector. And Juan. And Franco (now that was weird calling out his name with it sounding so much like Frank! LOL!!) To her credit, she did try to stop me, at first, but when she saw that I was already past the point of no return, she didn’t judge me. In fact, that last night before we left, she was actually in the room with Carlos and I cause she wanted to see what the fuss was about. She had no intention of doing anything since she’d just gotten married, but she was curious. She got to witness it first hand (yeh, she’s a bit kinky that way - she’s always liked to watch). She told me I was a moron for doing that to Frank, but I really didn’t think Frank had a clue. He was too busy getting drunk and passing out. Now I understand why.
Anyway, Maggie put me up in her pool house and I stayed there for about 6 months. I pretty much kept to myself as much as possible and since it was near the back of her property, I could come and go as I pleased without disturbance to her and Jim. It was her second marriage and she was determined to make it right - I felt like shit the entire time I was there. It felt awkward as shit being there, her marriage was just beginning while mine was over. Not only did I feel like shit for what I did to Frank, but what I did to the kids. It’s been hard to talk to them. Still can be at times. But they are grown and we’re in a good place now. I think Cali knows but Jackson and Mary don’t. Maybe one day I’ll tell them.
But you want to know the really trip thing about all of it? Even with all of the damage to my family, the thing about all of it is how long it took me to get over Carlos t - more than anything else. It’s hard to explain but once you’ve experienced a sexual awakening, it’s hard to go back to sleep, to go back to your old sex life, your old sad existence. My sex life with Frank had been good, solid even, but Carlos did something to me that made me really question how I was spending the prime sexual years of my life.
Forget the fact that he was an excellent lover; through all of the pics and videos that I got to see, I don’t think Frank captured any towards the last part of the trip. The ones I think he told you about were early on and honestly, they were like quickies, really rushed and frenzied. The ones towards the end were on the opposite end of the spectrum.
Carlos did things to me that makes my toes curl even now thinking about them. I know you’re going to say that my only partner for the last 20-something years was Frank and anyone that did something above wha Frank was capable of was going to blow my mind. And maybe you’re right, that could very well be true. But size is size and Carlos had more than I ever imagined a man could have. And I’m not gonna lie - it was glorious. He turned me into a size queen and I can’t go back. I won’t.
Carlos filled me, utterly and completely. I’ve never felt so full and never felt anything so deeply inside of me before (well except when Martin stuffed his cock in my ass - fuck it felt like getting a colonoscopy his cock was so fucking long! That took a while to get over). I get wet thinking about Carlos even now and it’s been damn near three years now since the last time I felt him inside of me. I seriously considered taking a flight back to Cabo, at Frank’s snarky suggestion, and going back to the resort but I thought it foolish. That man probably would’ve laughed at me. I have no doubt that it was a common thing for him, to seduce the female tourists and fuck them silly, make them fall in love with his cock and have them dreaming that he was their husband. I wasn’t stupid and I wasn’t delusional - I was horny. I was horny all the fucking time and I wanted his cock - if not his, then one just as big or bigger. And that part … that part is where things really went off the rails.
