Katey's Confessions - Flashback Pt. 03

This is a true story. In the late summer of 2018, I had just got engaged to my dream girl - Katya. My hippy, happy, quirky, blonde bombshell Fiancée. I was 41 years old but Katya (Katey) was 26 and the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. An ex-bikini model, 5'8", about 110 lbs long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, flashing smile, natural C cups, a tiny waist you could fit in the palm of your hand and what had to be the best ass in the great state of Texas -- she was a one percenter. A real-life Disney Princess - so pure and naive - always wanting to help people and just a ray of sunshine in every room she walked into. She loved to party, with a healthy dose of alcohol, substances, which sometimes led to weird and unexpected results. Random behaviour, hallucinations, and sometimes just a different person completely.

This is the third part of our trip to the Caribbean, where things took an unexpected turn for both me and Katya. We were staying at the Hard Rock Hotel & Resort in Punta Cana, Dominican, when halfway through our trip it seemed like a good idea to try and procure some marijuana. So we met Ernesto, who looked like a big black Santa Claus marijuana dealer. The night ended with him visiting our room and ending in Katya's first sexual experience outside of our relationship; Ernesto ejaculated all over Katey's chest. As if that wasn't unexpected enough, Katey wound up being impatient the whole next day until his second visit which, resulted in Katey seducing old Ernesto! Giving him the full 'platinum service' oral black cock worship experience. To make matters worse, Katey decides to take the initiative to spend our final day in the Caribbean with Ernesto, who convinces her to spend the day on an authentic Dominican coffee plantation. I was pretty sure Ernesto had planned for more than just coffee tasting on this visit...

The next morning we got up fairly early and got to breakfast as usual. Katya was humming and skipping to breakfast like Cinderella on a sunny day, acting like nothing irregular had happened the night before; her typical modus operandi was to deny and ignore such events. It was of course a little different for me. It was impossible for me to ignore the flashbacks of watching her worshipping a long black cock that belonged to our elderly fat black weed seller. Draining it entirely of available sperm which, she then duly swallowed, with pleasure. Ernesto, complete with grey hair, beard and bulging stomach, was Punta Cana's prime candidate to play Santa Claus in the hotel's future Christmas Pantomime.

On the way to breakfast I grab a whole bunch of excursion brochures including short cruises, watersports, sport fishing & whatever was available at the concierge desk outside the 'Market' restaurant where breakfast was being served. We get to our table and we chittered away at breakfast, giggling at all the silly things that Katya typically brought up in her usual conversation. She really was my Disney Princess.

As we finished breakfast, I spread all the brochures out onto the table. "Wooooahhh, there's just about nothing you can't do here. Would you look at that..." I exclaimed in exaggeration. Referring to the impressive and wide selection of excursions that were available.

Katya just kept stirring her coffee and humming. Was she ignoring me?

"Hey, you know I've never tried this before. Look at this! Parasailing and hand gliding. Now that's cool." Still no reaction from her as she looked around the breakfast hall, admiring the flooring and the ceiling.

Taking the hint, I asked casually, "Or are you more interested to see a coffee plantation?" which was obviously a rhetorical question.

"Uh huh..." she smiled and nodded her head. Then continued to admire the plastic flowers near our table.

"Should I get the hotel to book us a visit to the coffee plantation then?" knowing full well what she wanted, but I wanted her to admit it.

"Nah-uh." She shook her head and proceeded to check if there was anything between her teeth using her iphone.

"So, would you prefer to go visit a coffee plantation with Ernesto?" I asked cheekily with a smile.

She gently put the phone down, looked at me with the most beautiful smile and bright twinkly blue eyes, "Uh huh..." and nodded. The smile was cheek to cheek, so wide it caused her eyes to squint. She was sweeter than apple pie...

"But if he didn't organise anything already, then let's take you parasailing and hand-gliding. I know Papa will enjoy that. Ok?" she smiled, proceeded to get up from the table, pecked me softly on the lips and skipped her way over to the ice cream counter humming her morning tune.

Just when I thought I had it all figured out she surprised me yet again. If she was ready to take me parasailing and hand-gliding, then obviously she didn't care that much if she saw Ernesto today.

Maybe I was overthinking and overestimating how into it she was? In truth maybe she didn't think much of what had happened the night before at all. It made sense considering she always ignored outrageous behaviour, however much she had enjoyed it at the time. As soon as the moment had passed it ceased to exist. She was an enigma...

Now, I could have made the smart choice and taken us parasailing and paragliding. I know Katya and she would have genuinely had a great time. Plus, we would have had another cool memory to bring back home with us.

Something kept bothering me though; like an itch I had to scratch. I couldn't help but wonder if she was really into sexual deviance or if it just happened to seem like a good idea at the time? Maybe now she'd done it, perhaps it was out of her system? Hmmm...

Or could it be that if we don't continue with it, I wouldn't be able to see how far she would go? Or worse, want to explore or pursue it without me?!

Understanding a person, especially a person you want to marry, should mean you know people at their deepest core. Sure, it's easy to love a person for all the bright, positive and impressive things they are. The true test is whether you still love a person *despite* knowing all the dark, tormenting, and shameful things about them.

So I had to ask myself, what was more important to me? Pretending that last night didn't happen and getting on with our lives as if she was just the perfect innocent Disney Princess I had always taken her to be? Or seeing how far she would go? Would I find out that Katya was my dream girl, but with a dark side? If so, what would it take for her to be satisfied...?

I decided. I needed to know.

I called Ernesto to ask him if he was serious about the coffee plantation excursion and if any arrangements had already been made.

Ernesto of course claimed he had organised everything, everything and everybody was prepared for us. He claimed it was going to be a wonderful day out, and Katey would love it. He was quick to add he also understood it was our last day and we may prefer to spend it together alone. If that was the case it was also easy to cancel everything. He'd be looking forward to our return and could make the visit the plantation during our next trip. "You are the boss Senor. Whatever makes you happy," he finally added.

He seemed genuine and not desperate to convince me. Maybe it was going to be just a regular coffee plantation visit after all?

Ultimately though, I needed to know about Katya.

I told Ernesto seeing as he'd gone through the trouble to make arrangements, we'd like to take him up on the offer. Visiting a tourist attraction with a local acquaintance was usually more fun compared to going with a commercial tour operator.

He agreed completely and said that I would decide everything - we could go back to the hotel any time we wanted. He was getting smarter. Ernesto sent me the address and I organised a hotel car to take us after lunch.

Katya was wearing a red sun dress and of course she had a flower in her ear to complete the perfect picture of sweetness and innocence. We left the Hard Rock for a pleasant long drive toward the coffee plantation. It was a wonderful drive and Katya wanted to play 'I spy' and other usual kids 'car games' as we made our way to the plantation.

When we arrived Ernesto was waiting for us with a big smile. As soon as we arrived, Ernesto explained to us the itinerary. He explained they had organised horse riding (Katya loves horses). Second we would go see some local flora and fauna - the monkeys being the big attractions. Followed by a dip in the Caribbean if we felt like it, a picnic lunch, visit to a natural forest pool, then heading up to a vantage point to take in the beautiful panorama of a coffee plantation set in the white sand and crystal clear blue waters of the Caribbean. It actually sounded awesome! The trip would end with an authentic coffee roasting experience, cigar rolling and finally perhaps a little local rum to go with the coffee ;)

Thankfully Ernesto had organised docile horses because although Katya loved horses she wasn't a proficient rider. It didn't make much difference for her though, she was just enjoying the ride, through the plantation trail and up to some natural forest area where the monkeys would be waiting.

My horse was so slow I thought it was sleep walking as we made our way through the horse trail. Katya was just about hugging her ancient slowpoke horse every chance she got while she was riding it, and discussing such important things as the weather and whether the monkeys were behaving themselves today. Being a Disney Princess of course she was conversant in nearly all animal languages - she just loved animals.

Finally we got to where the monkeys were after a good half hour of riding. Ernesto had to remind his Katey that actually the monkeys weren't dangerous but could be quite aggressive and better not to get too close. Not that it made any difference of course as Katya begged me for some bananas to feed them with. Thankfully I was all out of bananas in my Batman utility belt and she finally gave up trying to find something simian edible to feed them with. According to Ernesto squirrel monkeys can be fairly badly behaved if they're annoyed. They are capable of throwing feces or enjoyed masturbating regardless of who was watching. This of course set off a playful search for any masturbating monkeys which Katey thought was hilarious.

Thankfully there were no exhibitionist monkeys in this particular group and she gave up after about 5 minutes. On with the show. We made our way down the trail to a wonderfully excluded beach which was perfect.

Katya wore her pink bikini looking and looked like she was straight out of the page of a Hawaiian Tropic ad; her perfect toned body set against the Caribbean back drop. She always loved being near the beach and was first into the water. I went in to join her and wondered if Ernesto was going to join us. If there was going to be any opportunity to be tactile it was hard to beat swimming in the surf together.

Nope. To my surprise Ernesto just sat on the beach and watched us enjoy ourselves. Alright I thought. Let him play it cool for now. We'll see.

Katya and I took some pictures to remember the moment and went back to where Ernesto had laid out a nice picnic while we dried off. Katya stayed in her bikini and put on some tanning lotion so she could catch some sun.

Speaking of perfect opportunity for Ernesto to make a move, perhaps offering to help apply the tanning lotion? Here was Katya sensuously and slowly applying tanning lotion all over her long slender body like a pussycat.

Still, Ernesto remained completely unaffected - watching the sea and enjoyed his cigarette. To be fair - Katya seemed uninterested in Ernesto too. For me that was something. The other day she couldn't wait the whole day for his visit but now she was being her regular sweet self - spreading that suntan oil over her long perfect legs.

Ok I thought to myself. Strike 2. I was sure he had some plan. He was just waiting for the 3rd ball to hit a massive Babe Ruth homerun...

As we sat around ignoring Katya's perfect female physique tanning in the sun, it was just more grown up talk with Ernesto smoked a regular cigarette while I munched on the picnic spread. We discussed the possible future of Punta Cana and what industries could be promising apart from tourism.

The picnic had ended without incident, and I was starting to get impatient to see what Ernesto was up to. We piled into a little can and they took us to see the panorama from high ground. It really was beautiful.

Next stop was the natural forest pool right out of a tarzan movie with a mini waterfall. Katya took off her dress again and decided to jump in. I went in with her and we were enjoying the coolness of the water while hugging in what was (minus Ernesto watching) a very romantic setting.

Speaking of romantic settings, again, Ernesto just sat patiently in the van. He didn't make any attempt to come and play with us or touch Katya at all. **Another** missed perfect opportunity for Ernesto to make a move. What was going on?!?!

I did not imagine the night before - absolutely not.

Perhaps after the scolding he received the night before, he had lost a little confidence and somewhat retreated back into his shell. It wasn't a bad thing by any means.

I was pleased with my performance as the Alpha male, and gave myself a pat on the back. I tried to relax a bit more and tried to just enjoy the trip but I still couldn't shake the feeling that this whole visit was loaded - they was just waiting for the right time to pounce is all.

We finish playing in the waterfall pool and dried ourselves down. Katya puts her red dress back on, somehow looking perfect again as we head on down to the cabin where the magic happens.

When we get to the farm cabin we were greeted there by an old couple, who looked to be in their mid 70's.

Ok. I gave up. Definitely there was no sinister plan for this old lady to molest Katya in a remote coffee plantation cabin. Surely. A now FOURTH missed opportunity! Every opportunity for an ambush seemed to have been completely innocent - the beach swim, the picnic, the waterfall, and now a farm cabin.

I couldn't help but start to feel like this trip was the genuine article. It appeared I was wrong to assume Ernesto had an ulterior motive. Considering how satisfied he was yesterday though it made sense he was smart enough to know to quit while he was ahead. Good thinking Ernesto!

My suspicions are finally laid to rest as Katya is greeted by the old couple who offered us both some homemade rum (don't mind if i do...) and then proceeded to show us the finer points of roasting artisanal coffee. The farm apparently was not subsidised by the Government, and they had to sell their product to the market to generate income. They had another couple of farm hands but it was obviously a small operation. You could see that life wasn't easy for these folks.

Katya was ever so kind, taking a genuine interest in everything they were showing her. Katya was every bit the Disney princess from fairytales, beautiful, kind, gentle and happy. Katya could see that life was hard for these people and made a genuine effort at helping out with their daily tasks, learning to roll home made cigars, and roasting the coffee beans.

It was fun, and me and Katya were enjoying all these experiences. There were lots of laughs as we weren't quite proficient at either rolling cigars or roasting coffee beans and either the old couple or the 2 farm workers would rescue us from butchering whatever task we were doing.

Having expected subterfuge at every corner on this trip had actually been exhausting. It was hard to shake old habits and I made the conscious decision to switch off 'standby' mode as our visit was concluding. There wasn't much extraneous physical activity during the visit but being suspicious all day long was tiring!

I was winding down now preparing our stuff to return to the Hotel when the two young farm hands came to us and kindly offered us some snacks. We were pretty hungry - that picnic was over some now 6 hours ago so those cookies looked very tempting.

Just as I was about to accept his hospitality and grab a cookie Ernesto rushed over and started scolding the young man. Obviously, Katya and I were a little taken aback and asked Ernesto what was going on?

He told us that the workers were offering chocolate brownies but these were not regular chocolate brownies. They were cannabis chocolate brownies - they thought we might want to try some and buy some. Ernesto told them we weren't interested and scolded them for trying to sell us drugs - seriously?

As soon as she heard it had marijuana in it Katya asked, "Oh Wow! Really? Is it strong?" she asked the workers.

'Si si! Hachish hachish! Good!" was their reply. They flexed their arms and pointed to their biceps and emphasised, "Good! Strong!"

Before Ernesto could say anything else Katya grabbed the biggest piece on the plate and started chomping away on it with a big smile. "Ummm! Ich guud!" which I suppose translated into - "*Its good!*"

Ernesto was apologising to me "Señor, lo siento, I'm sorry about that. I don't even know what things they put into it. Lo siento por favor". He seemed genuinely apologetic, and I told him it wasn't his fault or the end of the world, but he should find out what was in it.

After a short discussion in Spanish with the 2 workers Ernesto turns to me and tells me they put a variety of cannabis called 'sativa' which is supposed to increase energy levels - give them second wind on a hard day's work or to cheer up. Offering it to visitors was a side gig.

Having heard the explanation in English Katya quickly grabs another brownie and takes a big bite out of it followed by "MWAHAHAA HAAA!" in her best maniacal Dr. Evil laugh.

Ernesto looked at me with real fear. He raised his palms up as if to say please, please, please stay calm.

Knowing that it wasn't his fault my hippy, happy fiancee had snatched a farm worker's marijuana brownies there was no way to be angry with Ernesto really. I looked at Ernesto, just smiled and shrugged my shoulders as I watched my beautiful blonde marijuana fiend devour her second cookie.

When she grabbed a third one Ernesto was quick to warn her "Senora Kate wait!" He tried to explain she shouldn't eat so many because we didn't even know how strong they were.

Her only reply was to spread her arms wide, throw back her head and laugh maniacally again "MWAAAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAA!". Ernesto literally slapped his face with a "D'OH!" Homer simpson expression.

The two workers were then jabbering something to Ernesto and he gestured for them to calm down too. He shortly after reached into his pocket and gave them a bunch of peso notes. I wasn't quite sure but it looked like an equivalent of 20 US dollars which I'm guessing was a lot of money for these folks.

Ernesto later told me on a good month farmers were earning 200 dollars at the high end and as low as 100 dollars on the low end - so this side income from western tourists was important. They were worried we weren't going to pay.

I looked at them and understood these were real hard working folks, and they had done nothing but welcome us. I pulled out a 50 dollar note and gave it to young workers, gesturing it was for both of them. You should have seen the smile on their faces and I felt real good about that. I remember not having enough money to feed my wife and first child a while back. I knew what being short of money felt like and I was happy to pay it forward.

Ernesto apologised again for what had happened and told me I shouldn't give them so much money because it would 'spoil the market'. I didn't care though. That was somebody else's problem. It seemed like a fair price for their service today.

As we were talking we didn't notice the old man had come back and he also took a piece of brownie and started eating it together with Katya as they both laughed, pointing at each other and gave their thumbs up.