On this day, I woke up feeling indifferent. I wasn’t sure how I really felt after last night. We had sort of talked about things, but it was all too fresh for me to process. My emotions were all over the place.

We went for breakfast, and the conversation naturally drifted back to what had happened. I couldn’t just brush it off that quickly—I had questions. I asked him why so many times, and he kept giving me the same answers. Yet, I wanted him to say something different, something that would confirm the suspicions I already had. It felt like he had intended to disrespect me, like everything he did was to spite me, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t the case. Still, I felt horrible about the way I was feeling. I knew it wasn’t his fault—we had all been drinking, and the night was fuelled by alcohol. Yet, I just couldn’t shake off how I felt.

During the day, we went to the beach and spent most of our time there sleeping, exhausted from the night before.

In the evening, we went to a restaurant called Sea Flirt. We sat outside by the beach, and it was a lovely night. We talked a lot, trying to clear the air, but something felt different between us. I suppose if we weren’t on holiday, we might have taken a day or two apart to think, but we had to make the most of our time together. After dinner, we headed over to a party, but something felt off. The connection we’d been sharing seemed compromised. We tried to dance, drink, and have fun, but it wasn’t the same. Things took a turn. One minute we were talking, and the next, I saw him walking away from me. I called out to him, asking where he was going and why he was leaving, but he just kept walking. I felt so embarrassed, like everyone was staring at me. I tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up. I was so upset—why would he just walk away and leave me there alone? After about 20 minutes, I went to the room and found him sound asleep. I left him there and went back to the party, feeling pretty upset.

When I got back to the party, I drank and danced to the music. I felt like a lot of single man wanted a piece of me but I wasn’t interested I guess my sexy outfit caught a lot of attention. I was vibing on my own when a pretty lady walked up to me and asked if I was alone. I told her I was with my husband, but he was back in the room. She said she was with her husband too and that she was feeling me. I told her my husband and I usually like to swap, but since he wasn’t there, I would only play with her. I told her that her man could watch us or do his own thing, but I wouldn’t participate with him—only her. They agreed, and I felt they were respectful about it, so we went to their room.

When we got to their room, her man sat on the sofa and watched as we kissed on the bed. I’m a giver, so I went to town on her. I ate that pussy like it was my last supper. She came, she squirted—I lost count of how many times. I loved the way she moaned my name; it was the way she said it that sent me over the edge. I remember her squirt all over my face. Her man eventually joined in while I continued eating her out, and she gave him head. Shortly after, I gave her a hug and left.

The next morning, I told my husband what had happened. He’s okay with me doing things with a female if he’s not around, as long as it’s not a male, so I knew he’d be fine with it.

If you’re curious about what happened on day six, stay tuned—it was super dope!

Before I go, I just want to thank everyone who has been reading. I appreciate you all so much. ❤️

Thanks, loves!😘