- GTOK,
Hey there. My name’s Frank. I’ll get right down to it. What was supposed to be a glorious, fun filled, and romantic week in Cabo, a trip that I thought was going to save my marriage, turned into a nightmare that destroyed my marriage and nearly ruined my life.
It’s been a few years now, so I guess I should paint the picture from the outset. My marriage with Celeste started to deteriorate when our youngest finally left for college. The whole empty nest thing threw us for a massive loop and we didn’t handle it well - at all. We kept it together for the kid’s sake but we each faced our own midlife crisis. Talk about crash and burn.
The issue was that we didn’t face it together, at least that’s what the marriage counselor told us. It had gotten so bad that we’d stopped having sex completely for the last year and a half we were together. A part of me still desired my wife but I don’t think she wanted me anymore. Fighting every day can sorta put a damper on all of that.
Celeste, my wife, was hot. Still is. There are no if‘s, ands, or buts about it. She’s 52 years old now (so I guess the would’ve been 49 at the time and I was 46), and she still puts women half her age to shame. Close cropped auburn hair with cobalt blue eyes and a smile that literally lights up a room. After being together for 28 years (3 years of dating and 25 years of marriage) I can honestly say that she truly got more gorgeous with age.
She was a gym rat, going every other day and she always told me about other women asking her to be their personal trainers. At 5’8”, her legs are long, very well toned, and very shapely. Her ass is the stuff of dreams, sitting underneath a wasp like waist, and she has all natural 32J cup melons with a pair of nipples that absolutely defy logic. I totally out-kicked my coverage big time. Do I sound like I want her? Ehhh maybe a part of me does, but wait until I tell you what happened and you’ll understand why I did what I did.
As for me, I would say I’m a pretty decent looking guy for 49. I try to keep myself in shape by going to the gym and playing basketball with the young guys at the local rec center. I’ve had my fair share of women hitting on me over the years and it’s just enough to have my ego healthy and happy. I’ve been told by some of our friends that Celeste and I were the most envied of the group of couples we hung out with. HA!! If they only knew …
Anyway, our best friends were having a destination wedding and thought it would be cool to combined it with our anniversary. Celeste’s friend Maggie thought it was just the greatest idea for a trip and practically begged us to go. She knew a little about our marital issues and thought it would do us both some good. It always bothered me that Maggie was in our business like that, but oh well. I don’t think Celeste went as far as telling her about the no sex thing but I don’t really know. Doesn’t much matter at this point. Anyway, it was billed as the greatest wedding/honeymoon/anniversary event/trip in history. It turned out to be anything but.
It started just the way they had all envisioned - everyone having a great time with lots of laughs. On the way down, we basically took over the back half of the plane and had our own little party. Thankfully, the other passengers didn’t mind since they were all traveling to other resorts nearby and were just as eager to get their own vacations and adventures started. Celeste was, as always, the life of the party, roping the flight attendants into doing ridiculous dances and just making the whole flight down a blast. I had to admit that I had a great time and it seemed like things were going to turn around.
When we got to the resort, it was nothing short of amazing. The views were spectacular and the room was amazing - a two story suite with our own private and very secluded plunge pool on the roof. We arrived right before sunset so we took the champagne that was waiting for us in our room and headed up to the roof. It was awkward being up there like that and I could tell that Celeste was trying really hard. We stood next to each other in silence and watched one of the most spectacular sunsets we’d ever seen, or at least I’d ever seen. But it was strained … we just weren’t feeling it, feeling each other. The pain of that last year was weighing heavy and we couldn’t even talk. So we just stood there, watching. But the spark that fuels this story actually took place an hour prior when we checked in.
We’ve been to no less than three dozen resorts around the world and this one, I had to say, ranked up there with the best of them. As soon as the limo pulled to a stop, the attendants opened the doors and we were greeted as we normally would be at a resort, with glasses of rich mimosas and cooling washcloths. The breeze wafting through the open lobby felt amazing and the air had the faint hint of lavender, helping to enhance the calming effect. Every last person on the staff had the biggest smiles on their faces and they seemed genuine, which made the welcome even more spectacular. I can recall all of this so vividly because of the way we met our butler.
When we finished checking in and stood up from the checkin desk, there were 3 men standing behind us. They surprised us a bit and from the expressions on their faces, it was clearly intentional. I had to admit, the style points the resort bought themselves there really set them apart. Each one of the wore grey pants with different colored shirts - lavender, red, and green. They were all good looking men, well built and strikingly handsome. The thing that stood out the most however, was the insanely enormous bulge the guy in the lavender shirt sported. There was nothing modest about it and it was obscenely enormous - and to top it off, he had the grin of a man that was confident in what he knew he was showing off. I stole a quick glance at my wife and saw her casually take in his package before quickly diverting her eyes away. It was only natural for her to look - hell, I’m a man and I was damn near gawking.
The man in the green shirt introduced himself as Juan and promptly placed our bags on a cart. Rico, wearing red, introduced himself as our personal chef and let us know that he would be personally preparing our meals during our stay. Finally, there was Carlos, the bulge in lavender. He introduced himself as our personal butler and would be addressing any needs we had during our stay. We each shook their hands, but Carlos gently bowed his head and kissed Celete’s hand. Celeste tried to play it off but even her tanned skin couldn’t hide a major blush. Carlos then said something in Spanish to her and Celeste responded in kind. It apparently took Carlos by surprise and his eyes widened.
“I am glad that you speak the language,” he said, his accent so heavy that it was almost hard to understand him. She replied again, in Spanish, and Carlos’ smile grew even broader. Celeste had taken Spanish since she was in 4th grade and she was quite fluent - so much so that whenever we went to Spanish speaking countries, she seemed to melt into the environment by how well she spoke. I, on the other hand, knew only a handful of words and never really had the desire to learn. I figured as long as Celeste knew the language, I had the best translator.
But I had to break that little conversation up. I saw that Carlos was taking a liking to Celeste a bit too much and I didn’t want him taking her overt bubbly personality as a come on.
“Yeah, my wife speaks Spanish so well I sometimes think English is her second language.” This elicited a laugh from the group and broke the spell. I hadn’t noticed but Carlos had been holding on to Celeste’s hand the entire time. She slowly withdrew her hand and blushed again. That should’ve set off the warning flags. But I was too enamored with the resort and my own fantasy that I dismissed what was taking place right in front of me.
We then set off to take a small tour of the grounds on the way to our room. I could tell by the way Carlos walked next to her and spoke to her that I would have to watch him. I tried to work my way in between them but needed up walking behind them. Not that I didn’t trust my wife, but her outgoing personality was often easily mistaken for being flirty. I never tried to tamp it down since it’s who she is and I never wanted to try to change her. I believe that’s one of the things that’s made our marriage as solid and as enjoyable as it had been all those years. But there was something odd about Carlos that didn’t set right with me. I would learn why soon enough.
So after we watched the sunset, we decided to take an evening stroll along the beach. The beach was spectacular. The sounds of the waves crashing up on the shore and the sea breeze and the moonlight - wow, it would’ve been perfect if we weren’t the way we were. We were going to be there for a week and had plenty of time to catch up to all with all of the other couples the next day - but that night I wanted it so much to be about us, about trying to reconnect. But everything I tried was met with resistance and borderline nastiness from her. So needless to say, I stopped trying after a while.
After our walk, we went back to the room and ordered some late room service, which was amazing. I made the suggestion to go upstairs to skinny dip in our plunge pool for a bit. She reluctantly agreed. It was awkward, seeing each other naked for the first time in nearly two years. We ended up sitting on opposite sides of the pool, making strained chitchat here and there, the conversation devolving into nasty sarcastic one-liners. I guess we finally decided enough was enough and we spent the remaining time staring silently at the star-filled sky.
The next morning started off the way it ended, strained and tense silence. Carlos came by a couple of times to check on us and would linger a bit to talk with Celeste. Where the butlers of the other couples only came by a couple times a day, Carlos seemed to be hovering nearby all the damn time. He was a constant presence during all of our events, was even around later than the times the butlers normally would be on the campus. And he was always hounding us, especially Celeste. Part of me just chalked it up to the guy looking for a tip or something but alarms went off in my head anytime the guy was around. Like an idiot, I blew them off. Iw as too concentrated on trying to get things right with my wife that I was ignoring the obvious action right in front of me. I was a moron.
But by the third day, Celeste and Carlos had become a little too chummy and I could see that his advances on her were getting stronger - not to mention that it seemed like the bulge in his trousers was getting bigger by the day. I mean, you really should have seen this guys package. He was around all the time now, not even bothering to stay out of our way. For the most part, I didn’t much care, but by this time, it had gotten to the point where it seemed like Celeste was lending more attention on him than I cared for.
That was what got me the most. In all of our years, I had never had a single reason to be jealous nor did she ever give me any reason to. But now, my wife was openly flirting and flouting herself in front of this guy right in front of me. I had a feeling something bad was about to happen. And sure enough, it did.
Later that evening, we had all planned to have the bachelor and bachelorette parties after the wedding rehearsal dinner. The guys were going to hang out near one of the larger bar areas on one of the upper levels near the front of the resort while the girls were going to do the same near the back of the resort, closer to the beach. I didn’t have much reason to be fearful of anything at that point since it was very late (after midnight), and the butlers were off the resort grounds (if we needed anything, there were other valets there to assist us for after-hours requests).
All was going well and I was having the best time laughing and whooping it up with the guys. It was a welcome relief to the tension that filled my time when I was with Celeste. Then, from corner of my eye, I looked down over the balcony and noticed a man walking behind one of the buildings. It was Carlos, sans his normal lavender attire. And he looked like he was headed towards the back of the resort. I moved behind a pillar to make sure he didn’t see me and I could tell by the way he was walking that he was trying his best to make sure he was unnoticed. After a few minutes, I excused myself from the group (I told them I had to take a leak) and slowly made my way down to back part of the resort where the ladies were.
I found a good spot with a nice vantage point of the party and looked for Carlos. He was nowhere to be seen - and neither was Celeste. My heart started to pound and race. I scanned the area several more times before moving down from my perch and checking out some other areas where I thought she was. I was just about to give up when I spotted Celeste headed down the path to our suite. I ducked behind the brush to make sure she didn’t see me. I tried to calm myself down and told myself that maybe she’d forgotten something and was going back to the room to get it. I reached into my pocket for my phone but remembered that we’d left our phones in the room - it was one of the things were said were were going to do to untether ourselves form any technology while we were there.
I laughed at myself for being silly and thinking that my wife would ever be unfaithful to me. Yes, we were going through a very bad patch and things between us were quite frosty, even at that resort, but never in a million years would I have thought she’d do something like that to me. And I was just about to leave from behind the bushes when I saw Carlos head down the same path - towards our room. My worst fears were being realized.
I waited a few minutes, hoping that Celeste would come walking back out, but after 5 minutes, she never came back. And neither did Carlos. So I ran down the path to our building and bounded up the steps. When I got to the door, I quickly swiped my key and barged into the room, expecting to catch them in the act. But the room was pristine. It looked as f it had been completely untouched since the maids have come through.
A sense of relief washed over me since they weren’t there. What struck me as odd, however, was that the room was sort of humid. I remembered the front desk staff telling us to keep all of our doors and windows closed or the air-conditioning system would not come on. So I checked the windows by the bathroom and the sliding door leading out to the patio, all were closed. But when I looked up the steps that led to the rooftop pool, I noticed that the door was wide open. I don’t know why I did, but I ran over to the closet and took my phone out the safe and put it in camera mode. And as I ascended the steps, that’s when everything changed.
It’s been a few years now, so I guess I should paint the picture from the outset. My marriage with Celeste started to deteriorate when our youngest finally left for college. The whole empty nest thing threw us for a massive loop and we didn’t handle it well - at all. We kept it together for the kid’s sake but we each faced our own midlife crisis. Talk about crash and burn.
The issue was that we didn’t face it together, at least that’s what the marriage counselor told us. It had gotten so bad that we’d stopped having sex completely for the last year and a half we were together. A part of me still desired my wife but I don’t think she wanted me anymore. Fighting every day can sorta put a damper on all of that.
Celeste, my wife, was hot. Still is. There are no if‘s, ands, or buts about it. She’s 52 years old now (so I guess the would’ve been 49 at the time and I was 46), and she still puts women half her age to shame. Close cropped auburn hair with cobalt blue eyes and a smile that literally lights up a room. After being together for 28 years (3 years of dating and 25 years of marriage) I can honestly say that she truly got more gorgeous with age.
She was a gym rat, going every other day and she always told me about other women asking her to be their personal trainers. At 5’8”, her legs are long, very well toned, and very shapely. Her ass is the stuff of dreams, sitting underneath a wasp like waist, and she has all natural 32J cup melons with a pair of nipples that absolutely defy logic. I totally out-kicked my coverage big time. Do I sound like I want her? Ehhh maybe a part of me does, but wait until I tell you what happened and you’ll understand why I did what I did.
As for me, I would say I’m a pretty decent looking guy for 49. I try to keep myself in shape by going to the gym and playing basketball with the young guys at the local rec center. I’ve had my fair share of women hitting on me over the years and it’s just enough to have my ego healthy and happy. I’ve been told by some of our friends that Celeste and I were the most envied of the group of couples we hung out with. HA!! If they only knew …
Anyway, our best friends were having a destination wedding and thought it would be cool to combined it with our anniversary. Celeste’s friend Maggie thought it was just the greatest idea for a trip and practically begged us to go. She knew a little about our marital issues and thought it would do us both some good. It always bothered me that Maggie was in our business like that, but oh well. I don’t think Celeste went as far as telling her about the no sex thing but I don’t really know. Doesn’t much matter at this point. Anyway, it was billed as the greatest wedding/honeymoon/anniversary event/trip in history. It turned out to be anything but.
It started just the way they had all envisioned - everyone having a great time with lots of laughs. On the way down, we basically took over the back half of the plane and had our own little party. Thankfully, the other passengers didn’t mind since they were all traveling to other resorts nearby and were just as eager to get their own vacations and adventures started. Celeste was, as always, the life of the party, roping the flight attendants into doing ridiculous dances and just making the whole flight down a blast. I had to admit that I had a great time and it seemed like things were going to turn around.
When we got to the resort, it was nothing short of amazing. The views were spectacular and the room was amazing - a two story suite with our own private and very secluded plunge pool on the roof. We arrived right before sunset so we took the champagne that was waiting for us in our room and headed up to the roof. It was awkward being up there like that and I could tell that Celeste was trying really hard. We stood next to each other in silence and watched one of the most spectacular sunsets we’d ever seen, or at least I’d ever seen. But it was strained … we just weren’t feeling it, feeling each other. The pain of that last year was weighing heavy and we couldn’t even talk. So we just stood there, watching. But the spark that fuels this story actually took place an hour prior when we checked in.
We’ve been to no less than three dozen resorts around the world and this one, I had to say, ranked up there with the best of them. As soon as the limo pulled to a stop, the attendants opened the doors and we were greeted as we normally would be at a resort, with glasses of rich mimosas and cooling washcloths. The breeze wafting through the open lobby felt amazing and the air had the faint hint of lavender, helping to enhance the calming effect. Every last person on the staff had the biggest smiles on their faces and they seemed genuine, which made the welcome even more spectacular. I can recall all of this so vividly because of the way we met our butler.
When we finished checking in and stood up from the checkin desk, there were 3 men standing behind us. They surprised us a bit and from the expressions on their faces, it was clearly intentional. I had to admit, the style points the resort bought themselves there really set them apart. Each one of the wore grey pants with different colored shirts - lavender, red, and green. They were all good looking men, well built and strikingly handsome. The thing that stood out the most however, was the insanely enormous bulge the guy in the lavender shirt sported. There was nothing modest about it and it was obscenely enormous - and to top it off, he had the grin of a man that was confident in what he knew he was showing off. I stole a quick glance at my wife and saw her casually take in his package before quickly diverting her eyes away. It was only natural for her to look - hell, I’m a man and I was damn near gawking.
The man in the green shirt introduced himself as Juan and promptly placed our bags on a cart. Rico, wearing red, introduced himself as our personal chef and let us know that he would be personally preparing our meals during our stay. Finally, there was Carlos, the bulge in lavender. He introduced himself as our personal butler and would be addressing any needs we had during our stay. We each shook their hands, but Carlos gently bowed his head and kissed Celete’s hand. Celeste tried to play it off but even her tanned skin couldn’t hide a major blush. Carlos then said something in Spanish to her and Celeste responded in kind. It apparently took Carlos by surprise and his eyes widened.
“I am glad that you speak the language,” he said, his accent so heavy that it was almost hard to understand him. She replied again, in Spanish, and Carlos’ smile grew even broader. Celeste had taken Spanish since she was in 4th grade and she was quite fluent - so much so that whenever we went to Spanish speaking countries, she seemed to melt into the environment by how well she spoke. I, on the other hand, knew only a handful of words and never really had the desire to learn. I figured as long as Celeste knew the language, I had the best translator.
But I had to break that little conversation up. I saw that Carlos was taking a liking to Celeste a bit too much and I didn’t want him taking her overt bubbly personality as a come on.
“Yeah, my wife speaks Spanish so well I sometimes think English is her second language.” This elicited a laugh from the group and broke the spell. I hadn’t noticed but Carlos had been holding on to Celeste’s hand the entire time. She slowly withdrew her hand and blushed again. That should’ve set off the warning flags. But I was too enamored with the resort and my own fantasy that I dismissed what was taking place right in front of me.
We then set off to take a small tour of the grounds on the way to our room. I could tell by the way Carlos walked next to her and spoke to her that I would have to watch him. I tried to work my way in between them but needed up walking behind them. Not that I didn’t trust my wife, but her outgoing personality was often easily mistaken for being flirty. I never tried to tamp it down since it’s who she is and I never wanted to try to change her. I believe that’s one of the things that’s made our marriage as solid and as enjoyable as it had been all those years. But there was something odd about Carlos that didn’t set right with me. I would learn why soon enough.
So after we watched the sunset, we decided to take an evening stroll along the beach. The beach was spectacular. The sounds of the waves crashing up on the shore and the sea breeze and the moonlight - wow, it would’ve been perfect if we weren’t the way we were. We were going to be there for a week and had plenty of time to catch up to all with all of the other couples the next day - but that night I wanted it so much to be about us, about trying to reconnect. But everything I tried was met with resistance and borderline nastiness from her. So needless to say, I stopped trying after a while.
After our walk, we went back to the room and ordered some late room service, which was amazing. I made the suggestion to go upstairs to skinny dip in our plunge pool for a bit. She reluctantly agreed. It was awkward, seeing each other naked for the first time in nearly two years. We ended up sitting on opposite sides of the pool, making strained chitchat here and there, the conversation devolving into nasty sarcastic one-liners. I guess we finally decided enough was enough and we spent the remaining time staring silently at the star-filled sky.
The next morning started off the way it ended, strained and tense silence. Carlos came by a couple of times to check on us and would linger a bit to talk with Celeste. Where the butlers of the other couples only came by a couple times a day, Carlos seemed to be hovering nearby all the damn time. He was a constant presence during all of our events, was even around later than the times the butlers normally would be on the campus. And he was always hounding us, especially Celeste. Part of me just chalked it up to the guy looking for a tip or something but alarms went off in my head anytime the guy was around. Like an idiot, I blew them off. Iw as too concentrated on trying to get things right with my wife that I was ignoring the obvious action right in front of me. I was a moron.
But by the third day, Celeste and Carlos had become a little too chummy and I could see that his advances on her were getting stronger - not to mention that it seemed like the bulge in his trousers was getting bigger by the day. I mean, you really should have seen this guys package. He was around all the time now, not even bothering to stay out of our way. For the most part, I didn’t much care, but by this time, it had gotten to the point where it seemed like Celeste was lending more attention on him than I cared for.
That was what got me the most. In all of our years, I had never had a single reason to be jealous nor did she ever give me any reason to. But now, my wife was openly flirting and flouting herself in front of this guy right in front of me. I had a feeling something bad was about to happen. And sure enough, it did.
Later that evening, we had all planned to have the bachelor and bachelorette parties after the wedding rehearsal dinner. The guys were going to hang out near one of the larger bar areas on one of the upper levels near the front of the resort while the girls were going to do the same near the back of the resort, closer to the beach. I didn’t have much reason to be fearful of anything at that point since it was very late (after midnight), and the butlers were off the resort grounds (if we needed anything, there were other valets there to assist us for after-hours requests).
All was going well and I was having the best time laughing and whooping it up with the guys. It was a welcome relief to the tension that filled my time when I was with Celeste. Then, from corner of my eye, I looked down over the balcony and noticed a man walking behind one of the buildings. It was Carlos, sans his normal lavender attire. And he looked like he was headed towards the back of the resort. I moved behind a pillar to make sure he didn’t see me and I could tell by the way he was walking that he was trying his best to make sure he was unnoticed. After a few minutes, I excused myself from the group (I told them I had to take a leak) and slowly made my way down to back part of the resort where the ladies were.
I found a good spot with a nice vantage point of the party and looked for Carlos. He was nowhere to be seen - and neither was Celeste. My heart started to pound and race. I scanned the area several more times before moving down from my perch and checking out some other areas where I thought she was. I was just about to give up when I spotted Celeste headed down the path to our suite. I ducked behind the brush to make sure she didn’t see me. I tried to calm myself down and told myself that maybe she’d forgotten something and was going back to the room to get it. I reached into my pocket for my phone but remembered that we’d left our phones in the room - it was one of the things were said were were going to do to untether ourselves form any technology while we were there.
I laughed at myself for being silly and thinking that my wife would ever be unfaithful to me. Yes, we were going through a very bad patch and things between us were quite frosty, even at that resort, but never in a million years would I have thought she’d do something like that to me. And I was just about to leave from behind the bushes when I saw Carlos head down the same path - towards our room. My worst fears were being realized.
I waited a few minutes, hoping that Celeste would come walking back out, but after 5 minutes, she never came back. And neither did Carlos. So I ran down the path to our building and bounded up the steps. When I got to the door, I quickly swiped my key and barged into the room, expecting to catch them in the act. But the room was pristine. It looked as f it had been completely untouched since the maids have come through.
A sense of relief washed over me since they weren’t there. What struck me as odd, however, was that the room was sort of humid. I remembered the front desk staff telling us to keep all of our doors and windows closed or the air-conditioning system would not come on. So I checked the windows by the bathroom and the sliding door leading out to the patio, all were closed. But when I looked up the steps that led to the rooftop pool, I noticed that the door was wide open. I don’t know why I did, but I ran over to the closet and took my phone out the safe and put it in camera mode. And as I ascended the steps, that’s when everything changed.
