Unspeakable Proposal (4 page)

Less than seventy-two hours later John and Hope
were lying on a beautiful St. Croix beach sipping Pina Coladas and enjoying the crystal clear waters and the Caribbean breeze. To Hope’s absolute surprise, John cleared his schedule for ten days and upgraded their quick getaway to an erotic fantasy vacation she’d never forget. Little did he know his lovely wife had a few surprises in store for him, as well.

“Baby can you rub some more sunscreen on my back. The last thing I want is to get sunburned.”

“I thought black people didn’t get sunburned.” John remarked without thinking as he straddled his wife’s butt and untied her white bikini strap to apply the lotion.

“
I know damn well you just did not say that ignorant bullshit!” Hope hissed as a large thick glob of the lotion splattered on her naked back.

“Hope, I am so sorry!” He back peddled as he realized how insensitively silly it sounded.

“It’s African American, and unless somehow you’ve converted to an African American by marrying me I suggest you keep your thoughts on African American traits, heritage and lifestyle to your damn self.” She warned.

“Oh come on Hope! You know I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just ignorant about it. I just forgot that…”

“Oh you’re ignorant all right! Forgot what John… huh? Did you forget you’re not black or I’m not white?”

“African American…”

“What?”

“You just said you prefer the term African American and not…”

“Please shut up… Okay just shhh right now! Okay? Because you’re only digging the hole deeper, and building your dog house bigger.”

“Are you actually upset about this? Hope, we’ve been married five years… You of all people on the planet should know I’m not racially insensitive. It was a stupid statement. I honestly didn’t know. I’ve never seen you get a sunburn so I…”

“That’s because I use sunscreen John!” She snapped. “Again, please just stop talking.”

“I can’t believe you’re mad about…”

“Walk away John. Get up off of me and walk the fuck away right now or I swear to God… Walk away!” She quietly advised him.

“I’m in timeout I suppose? Sorry! I think I’ll just take a walk along the beach.”

“Yeah! I think that’s probably a good idea.” Hope nonchalantly said as she looked away from him and closed her eyes to enjoy the sun.

“Hope, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please don’t be upset with me. I love you.” John said as he gently kissed her cheek before he left.

“Bye John.” She carelessly mumbled.

John reluctantly left. Naturally he didn’t mean to upset Hope. He felt bad and decided it was best to give his wife some space, so he took a long walk along the shoreline. He had no idea Hope had planned the entire altercation. She spotted Quanique at the bar and seized the perfect opportunity to initiate Project Baby Bump.

The second John disappeared from her sight Hope waved Quanique over.

“Hey, how was your flight?” She welcomed her with a bright smile.

“Great! Thanks so much for the first class accommodations. I’ve never flown first class before. It was an experience I could get used to. You look comfortable. I see you’re getting a little sun.”

Hope giggled. “Yeah, can you tie my top for me?”

“Sure! I love your bikini, by the way! I hope I have a body like yours when I turn thirty-five.” She said as she tied Hope’s straps. Eyeing Hope’s toned ass, she couldn’t resist the urge to cop a casual feel.

“Hope rolled over,
and suspiciously eyed her. “I know fucking well you did not just feel me up.”

Quanique snickered. “Yes, I did and what of it?”

“You don’t get it… Do you? I’m not bisexual, and I’m not slightly curious. You are strictly here for my husband’s pleasure. You and I don’t really need to ever… I repeat EVER touch.” Hope assured her, conveying the message she was not even vaguely interested.

“Seriously? You actually think you can have a threesome with another woman and never get touched. Please!” Quanique laughed. “Hope, I am not going to apologize for the fact I’m attracted to you.
And… If I may add… Your husband is not going to buy into your, ‘I want to have a threesome!’ fantasy if you don’t at least act like you are attracted to me.”

Hope sat up and stared Quanique down. “Don’t make me think I made a mistake by contracting you. Quanique, this is strictly business! And Hope Sabin… Well, Hope Sabin is going to remain strictly a dick freak! So whatever little fantasies you have about fucking me and turning me out… I strongly suggest you find a way to deal with them. Now, as far as my husband goes,
and what he believes is going on… Please leave that to me. Okay? I studied acting, theater and film in undergrad. I think I can convince my husband I’m turned on by you… Especially in the dark. So, can we put all the bullshit to the side and get down to business? Huh?”

“Sure, just one more question.”

“What is it?”

“So you’re not remotely interested in feeling what it’s like to be with a woman as sexy as me? Oh come on Hope… A part of you
wants this for you! Not for your husband and not for your baby… Just admit it. Hope, you’re rich and powerful, and I know you’re a straight up freak trying to hide her big old freak flag from the world because it’s the Christian thing to do. You have an opportunity to fly that flag with me… No one will ever know your little secret… I’ll take it to my grave… And trust me Hope… I am an incredible lover. Just once, do something for Hope.”

Hope did not immediately respond.
Instead, she grabbed the sunscreen and liberally applied it to her arms and legs as Quanique watched.  Quanique slowly peeled her cover up off to reveal her spectacular body. Dressed in a deep yellow thong bikini she looked sensational.  Pulling her new designer sunglasses from her bag, she put them on as Hope watched.

“I’m just saying… It’s your money… But if I were you… I’d
definitely fuck me. In fact… I’d fuck the hell out of me.” She smirked as she relaxed back in John’s lounge chair.

“Lord send me some damn help. Little girl… You’re not listening to me! I don’t want to fuck you. I want my husband to fuck you so we can have a baby. Okay? What? You think I don’t know what pussy tastes like? Trust
me I do and I don’t fucking like it! Every single time my husband takes his dick out of my pussy and shoves it in my mouth I get a taste of pussy… And again… I don’t like it! I don’t like the taste of mine, and so I know for damn sure I won’t like the taste of yours! I’m going to say it one last time before I call all of this bullshit off and send your hot little ass back to North Carolina. This is a Business Arrangement! So…. FUCK on Your Own FUCKING Time!”

“Yeah whatever.” Quanique murmured beneath her breath.

“Yeah whatever my ass! Quanique, I’m serious! This is business! Do you understand? Cause if you don’t get the FUCK UP and leave right now! My attorney will meet you at the airport with your damn money, no harm no foul! Okay? Because I don’t have time for your bullshit! You decide… Because right now I don’t give a damn what you decide to do. So what’s it going to be? Huh, Quanique?” Hope snorted.

“Calm down.
You’re too pretty to act so damn ugly. So, what’s the plan?” She casually replied letting everything Hope said roll off her back like a bead of water on a duck’s ass.

“Okay, so I just picked a bullshit fight with him to soften him.
John’s a genuinely good guy. He positively hates it when I’m upset with him, so he’ll do almost anything to get back in my good graces.”

“What was the fight about? Nothing serious I hope.”

“Silly bullshit!” Hope snickered. “I asked him to put some sunscreen on my back and guess what he said.”

“What?”

“Girl, he made a dumbass comment that he thought black people didn’t get sunburned.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Please tell me you didn’t rip into him about that.”

“Child, I all but ripped him a new asshole. I kind of felt sorry for him. He’s so sensitive about my race, and he tries so hard to be politically correct but… I don’t have to tell you there are so damn many stereotypes who can keep up with them all. He’ll beat himself up for days about that one idiotic statement.”

“Girl, I’m glad I was born black. Hell, I can’t even keep up with half of all the bullshit that should offend us!” She laughed.

“I know… I know…” Hope laughed. “Like I said… I hated to but I had to find a way to ease you into our vacation. This way when he gets back I can just introduce you as someone who was looking for an available chair.”

“Great! I like the jilted bride cover you came up with. I got all my lines together,
and I’m ready.”

“I hope so because we’re going to have to do a whole lot of
improv, because here he comes.

“Right on cue. This is so exciting.
DAYUM! He’s fuckin fine as hell!”

Hope looks at Quanique and rolls her eyes. “Bitch! What did I just tell you? Fuck on your own damn time!”

Quanique burst into laughter. “I got it… I got it… I was just giving you your props for scoring a fine ass man. I get it! This is strictly business. I got this!”

John slowly approached as he watched the two beautiful women laughing. “Oh My D-a-m-n!” He breathed as he caught a glimpse of Quanique’s goodies
which were overflowing from her way too damn tight bathing suit. Without warning his dick stirred in his swim shorts and jerked from the right side to the left. “Now you know fucking better!” He warned it as he discreetly adjusted it back to its original position.

“Hey baby! How was your walk?” Hope greeted him with a broad smile and a sweet kiss on the lips as he sat down next to her on her lounge chair.

Sucking her lips in his mouth and then whispering in her ear he said, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“Of
course. I’m sorry too. I overreacted. I was just in a bad mood. It actually wasn’t that serious.”

“So we’re good?”

“Yes!  We’re better than good.”

Quanique flipped through a new issue of Essence Magazine pretending to be totally oblivious to their conversation. Eyeing John from the cover of her dark sun glasses she felt her pussy thump and tighten. She was correct. John was as
fine as hell. John was a little above average height. She estimated him to be just at six foot two, wearing a strong, toned muscular build. His body was deeply tanned, but she sensed he had a natural dark complexion for a white guy. His hair was dark and thick and his eyes were a hypnotic blue. She quickly speculated he had some Greek or Mediterranean heritage somewhere in his bloodline based upon the strong chiseled lines of his face and his dark pigmentation.

Yes
, John was as fine as the fur on a butterfly’s ass. He was effortlessly sexy, yet somehow uncorrupted by it. Quanique slowly nodded her head yes acknowledging he was undeniably fuckable. She couldn’t wait to see if he had a clue what to do with that monster that lurked between his thighs. Becoming heated at the mere thought of his gorgeous face buried between her thighs, Quanique decided to excuse herself for some much needed time with her vibrator.

“Hope, it was such a pleasure to meet you. I hope I run into you again, but I’m going to relax awhile in my room.”

“Wait a second. Let me introduce you to my husband, John.” Hope quickly stopped her, not sure what she was up to.

“Of
course.” Quanique agreed as she took her dark sunglasses off to reveal her beautiful dark brown eyes.

“John, this is Quanique Robinson. She’s from Concord. Quanique this is my husband, John Sabin.”

“Nice to meet you John. Your wife has been raving about you since the moment I sat down. I’m sorry I had to steal your chair, but I was feeling a little lightheaded. Thank God Hope was kind enough to allow me to sit for a second.”

“I hope everything is okay.” John sympathized.

“I’m fine. I just had a rough night, and I haven’t slept in a couple of days because of the wedding…” She replied shaking her head as if she was trying to shake off an unpleasant experience. “I’m okay. You two enjoy your day.”

“Thanks! You’re a newlywed huh? Congratulations! Maybe we can get together for drinks with you and your husband before you leave St. Croix.” Hope quickly elbowed John in his side. He was a little confused and eyeballed her with a puzzled look as she discreetly shook her head no.

“Ummm yeah… Well, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to be possible, but thanks for your kind offer. Look, I’d better go.”

“Okay… Well, it was
nice to talk to you. I’ll call and check on you later. You know to make sure you’re okay... I mean if it’s all the same with you.”

“It’s not really necessary. Thanks though.”

“No… Quanique I’d feel better if I knew for sure everything was okay. It’s not a bother. After all we’re the only people you know on the island, and you’re traveling alone.” Hope persisted.

“Sure… If it’d put your mind at ease. I’m in the Bridal Suite.”

“Alright, well I’ll give you a call.”

“Thanks Hope. Nice to meet you John.” Quanique said as she gathered her bags and quickly left.