Clarice had had enough.

She was struggling to let the horrifying memory of the last month and a half be massaged out of her. There was no question that the spa was delightful, but the unsettled former bride-to-be wanted to move on to something else.

Her best friend and former maid of honor, Emma, looked up through dazed and relaxed eyes and watched the stunning mocha-skinned Clari sit up on the edge of her table. She murmured something soft to her therapist, who politely stepped away.

Clarice was a marvel at any time, but naked, she was a fascination. Her dark brown nipples pointed straight out from her fabulous breasts, and her long, flawless legs dangled. Emma's stomach flipped at how undeniably sexy Clarice was.

Edward was a fucking fool.

But the redhead could see that the yet-to-dissipate melancholy was still clouding those coffee-brown eyes.

She sighed and went back to enjoying her own massage as best she could. This delightful upgrade had been a gift from Doug, the friend of the aforementioned ex-fiancé fuckhead, Edward. The stunningly good-looking Doug just happened to be on the staff of this resort.

Turns out that was why Edward had chosen it for the now repurposed honeymoon. Discounts.

That first day, Emma had asked Doug for space for the emotionally bruised Clarice. He had been kind enough to stay away, yet kept “catching them” at strange places and times. He always had a smile and a humble apology. Emma was beginning to suspect an ulterior motive and was angry with herself at being turned on by the blonde man’s attention. Her boyfriend, er…Nathan, yes, at home in Paris, was sometimes overshadowed by the sexy American.

Just this morning, as they stepped out of their suite on their way to the beach, they found a basket of fruit, breads, and exotic juices with a note: “Clarice, To help you relax and help you forget… enjoy massages on me at the spa. -Doug”

Clarice sighed, read the note, rolled her eyes, and promptly threw it on the floor. Emma picked it up and smiled softly with understanding. Doug was becoming a regular reminder of why they were enjoying this “honeymoon” without the actual groom.

Emma offered, “It is a sweet gesture, ma belle.”

Clarice shrugged and agreed to go get the massages.

***

The beach was stunning and everything that Emma and Clarice had expected the island to offer. Bikini-clad, the remarkable form of Clarice was getting attention from everyone who walked past their umbrella. Brown skin looked phenomenal in the yellow, barely-there cloth. Her voluptuous breasts spilled out the sides of the almost useless triangles. With close inspection, one could see the dark black/brown of her nipples peeking through.

She remained relatively indifferent, but Emma knew her friend well enough to know that she was posing and arching a bit more on her blanket than indifference would expect. Her styled dreadlocks provided more magnetic reasons for anyone to stare.

Emma looked quite alluring in her own light green two-piece suit, her smaller breasts signaling her own desire to be noticed.

Emma was just about to suggest they step into the turquoise water when a shadow was cast over the two of them.

"How was the massage?"

Emma slowly surveyed the shirtless hunk in red shorts and felt electric sparks run down her spine and spark her core. He was a chiseled wonder of nature with a pleasant affect that made him feel "friendly-dangerous," as her Maman would have said. He was also sporting a rather impressive mid-level bump. Emma shuddered slightly, her inner slut rapping the door to come out to play.

She paused for Clarice to respond and then filled the void herself. "It was tres relaxant, (very relaxing). Thank you. Right, Clari?"

Her friend scoffed. Then stood, put on her sunglasses and large-brimmed hat, and said flatly, "It was great." She sauntered away down the beach.

Doug chuckled softly. "Boy, Emma, you weren't kidding. She is not happy."

Emma stared at the swinging hips of her sexy friend as she walked away. Without looking up, she commented, “C’est vrai. She’s taking this as I expected.”

Without being asked, Doug sat down next to the redhead.

A shiver of excitement felt like a tropical breeze.

His slightly sweating features were mere inches away from her rising lust, and her internal heat attempted to match the beautiful sun.

Doug’s vocal tone was almost flat; a simmer of frustration coloring it. “You know, Edward has been doing this for years. Even before he met the girl of his dreams, unfortunately, walking away from us right now, he had at least three girlfriends that he cheated on. Even dated two of them at once.”

Emma looked at him with incredulous green eyes.

Doug went on. “When he first asked to use my apartment, I thought it was for a work thing. I was shocked to come home early and find him in bed with that blonde idiot who fucked up the wedding. Pardon my French.”

Parisian-born Emma had heard this silly American phrase before and was usually mildly irritated. For some reason, coming from him, it bore charm.

“Vous êtes tous pardonnés.” (you are pardoned)

Doug blushed slightly, realizing his faux pas. “Oh boy, that was stupid, wasn’t it? Anyway, I told Edward he needed to come clean with Clarice. I mean, she’s pretty amazing, so I thought she might forgive him and they could figure things out. Next thing I know, the blonde moron is texting the groom one week before his wedding.”

He looked upset, almost as if he could show tears at any moment. Emma found him quite attractive in his vulnerability. He really was the best man.

She admonished herself again as she thought of sweet what's-his-name back at their flat in Paris.

“He was my best friend. And now, not only did he lose the most perfect woman ever, but I’m not speaking to him until he apologizes. A lot more people than Clarice got hurt that day.”

He gracefully picked up Emma's hand and sandwiched it in his own. His smile was genuine and kind. Emma wanted to kiss it off his face.

She felt her nipples flush and her pussy flutter as she imagined herself doing all sorts of forbidden things.

Her French accent made her sound more intimate than intended. “That must have been difficult for you, Doug. Edward threw you away as well. And I’m sorry for that.”

Doug smiled stiffly and cleared his throat. “I just wish I could have stopped him, you know?" He paused, then seemed to come to a decision. "I don’t know what you two are doing later, but I would be honored if you would let me buy you dinner. I honestly have no agenda other than looking after Clarice. It’s the least I could do.”

Emma’s heart skipped a beat. “We’d love to," she blurted.

“Love to what?” Clarice had returned.

Emma quickly yanked her hand away from Doug and looked embarrassingly at the ground, an already warm face flushing with embarrassment. She cleared her throat just like Doug had. “Doug has been kind enough to offer to buy us dinner tonight. And I have accepted. For both of us."

Clarice's breath was deep and slow as she was about to protest.

Her fiery French friend leapt up and put her hands on the taller woman’s shoulders. “We are doing this. I am not taking no for an answer.”

Emma got her way, and they agreed on 6:30.

***

Clarice was having a lie down, and Emma found herself texting Nathan to let him know things were going well. She shocked herself by getting a bit of a thrill that perhaps her attraction to Doug was some form of cheating on her sweet boyfriend back home. The idea made her think naughty thoughts involving blonde Americans.

Apparently, the tropics made her very horny! Then again, wouldn't that make her as bad as Edward?

"How's the boyfriend?" Clarice appeared in the doorway of Emma’s room. Her voice was low and genuine. The edgy weariness was starting to wane.

"He's good. I guess. He's not...verbose as you know. Lots of 'bon' and 'cool'. It can be a bit dull, but at least I know he loves me so - Oh god, Clari! I am so sorry!"

Clarice threw her fire-tipped hair back and laughed. "Jeezus! Relax, please. Just because he was a shallow pretender doesn't mean I can't appreciate true love."

Emma looked away, recalling all that Doug had related about the prior cheating. Clarice picked up on the concern and sat down on the bed. "What? What are you thinking about?"

"Erm, Doug, he...told me some things."

"Did he now? Well, you have to take what he says with the entire saltshaker. I do not trust anyone who calls Edward the Fuckhead best friend."

"Well, that's just it, they aren't anymore." She took a deep breath and related all Doug had said and how much she believed him. Clarice listened and softened somewhat despite hearing that her fiancé may have never been faithful.

"So that's why I said yes to dinner. Maybe he can provide a bridge. Old life to a new one."

"Emma Marie Pantiere! You think he's hot!"

Emma was aghast! "What? God no!" She couldn't help but blush.

"You do! And if I am honest, I do too. And a couple of those pals of his looked hard-bodied humpable. Maybe we can have a little fun tonight. I mean, if the guys can cheat...?"

Emma sat for a moment. She desperately wanted to take the plunge and had been fantasizing about it all day. Could she do that to ...uh...Nathan, oui, Nathan.

Could she? Maybe.

"Let's pick out our outfits. I feel like being naughty."

"You go, Emma! Allez Vous!"

***

The restaurant/bar/club was all connected and was the resort's convenient way to include all nightlife in one location. Doug was waiting at a high top in sandals, casual pants, and a light beige Hawaiian cut shirt that allowed for his sexy physique to show without being overt.

When he spotted the two women enter, his smile and wave were cut short by genuine shock. They were temptation in heels.

Emma's red hair was styled to one side, with silver hoop earrings on full display. She was form-fitted into a short aqua-marine dress that seemed to shimmer in the bar's evening light. The bottom hem was a shell-shaped, scalloped fringe. She wore a pair of Clarice’s wedge-heeled sandals and had painted her toes to match her dress.

Clarice was even taller than before. Her bamboo-style ribbon heels matched the tropical print side-tie skirt that revealed part of her left hip and all of her thigh. A spaghetti-strapped, tight yellow top showed that she was most definitely not wearing a bra. She had a scarf tied in a band in her dreadlocks that was the same pattern as the skirt. Her lips were bright red.

In other words, temptation in heels.

As they approached, Doug was speechless. These were not the casual vacation girls he had expected. These women were on a mission.

Clarice casually used a long finger to close his mouth. "Careful, there, Dougie." She sat on the stool next to him, her naked left leg crossed over the right. "A girl might get some ideas with a look like that. Rum and Diet Coke, please."

Doug shook himself out of his daze and turned to find Emma taking the stool on his other side.

"Something tropical with tequila, please."

The three sat and sipped, casual conversation flowing freely with the help of the spirits. Twenty-eight-year-old Doug told the tale of getting this job and only doing it three months a year so he could still teach at the high school back home, where he was the new basketball coach.

Emma was riveted, not only because he was interesting but more that his lips looked even better through the eyes of three “Palm Tree Troublemakers”, the drink Doug had ordered her. She should have eaten something more that the pretzel mix on the table.

She would have flirted more but she was happy to see her friend was not just relaxing but actually having fun. Clarice laughed with real emotion, her snow-white teeth an unplanned aphrodisiac. She also gave Doug the green light by placing her hand on his at some point and thanking him for taking her mind off of things.

"You know, he didn't deserve you." The statement was bold and probably meant to get her in bed.

"Well...thank you for saying that and thank you for asking us out tonight."

"My pleasure," he purred as he barely ran his finger over her palm. The electric current from his touch caused Clarice's heart to race a bit and her barely-there yellow thong to take on the feel of used dental floss.

Emma was burning with an iota of jealousy, but decided her friend needed this more than she did. Besides, there was Nathan to consider. Nathan! Yes, that is his name. Well done, me, she thought. "I have to use the Loo. Then maybe we can skip dinner and go right to the dancing."

She rose and faltered on her wedge. She felt every last shred of inhibition disappear as Doug caught her by the waist. Her core awakened with a soft, spreading fire.

"You okay, Mademoiselle?" he asked with a harmless chuckle.

Emma did little to hide her arousal. Her French accent was thicker with liquor. "Very okay. You are a handsome man, mon petit Doug." She brazenly kissed his cheek and headed to the bathroom.

After a brief pause, Doug and Clarice burst into laughter.

"Oh Fuck! She has got it bad!" the stunning black woman said, shaking her head. "I would ask that you be cautious. She's feeling free from obligations at home, and I don't want her to wake up with regrets."

Doug looked away and rolled his eyes. Emma may look “extremely likely” tonight, but he had other plans.

"You'll need to replace her, then." He stood and offered his hand, then gestured to the dance floor. "Come on. No reason we can't get a head start."

Clarice looked off toward the bathroom and then back to the blonde hunk before her. She made a decision: if Edward could be a fuckheaded cheater, she could be a fucking slut. "Dibs," she said to herself and took a chance with his hand.

Clarice's smoking body was made to dance. Hips, ass, arms, and hair a choreography of freed sensuality. The couple of dozen other dancers all stole a glance and many openly stared. Doug tried to keep up but knew it was best to get out of her way. She wasn't just dancing, she was purging. Her yellow thong flashed periodically as her half skirt opened with her spins. Her dynamic breasts swung and swayed hypnotically, her dark nipples turgidly scraping fabric.

He smiled with predatory delight: it was just like he had hoped.

As the third song began, a refreshed Emma came rushing onto the floor. She was a whirl of arms and legs, hips bumping and sliding with rhythmic accuracy. She had let her hair down and was swinging the fiery locks as a matador swings a cape. When Clarice grabbed her and the two sexy-danced with each other, Doug almost blew his nut right there.

When a slow song hit, the three had a sweat-filled, panting group hug. It was Emma who became the noble best friend. "You two should keep going. I am beat. I should have eaten something before and now I fear I may pass out."

Clarice held her close. "You want me to take you back to the suite?"

Doug's libido dropped into Lake Disappointment.

"Fuck no! I am not that bad. I'll just have some fruit and bread from the basket and crash on …le, le, le SOFA! Wake me when you get back." She kissed Clarice right on the lips. It shocked her brown-skinned friend, but she just let it happen.

Doug's impressive cock resurfaced with hope.

Emma pulled back and whispered but not low enough. Doug heard all. The error made Clarice smile. "You deserve to let loose. The best revenge would be to...fuck ... his best ffffriend." The last was laced with tequila breath and a wink.

Emma turned to Doug and kissed his cheek, her hand brazenly squeezing his erection, which made him jump and look to Clarice for assistance. He mouthed, "What the fu-?" Clarice just covered her mouth and laughed.

Emma leaned in and whispered with sudden sober clarity. "You hurt her, and I will kill you. C'est clair?" (Is that clear?) Doug heard that soft and clear, even over the music.

Emma then went back to being stumbly and headed out the door. "Whoo baby! Je vous aime tous! (Love you all) Vive la Tequila!"

Doug was dumbstruck but knew to not look a gift horse in the mouth. Emma had set them up and he was ready to receive the prize. The slow dance was still playing, a song that was a favorite of hers. Doug had requested it.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Clarice shrugged and gestured to the dance floor. Doug nodded and opened his arms. Clarice molded herself into the blonde demigod. Her core was heated, and her resolve was revenge-fueled. As they swayed, she gently lip-peppered his neck while his hands ran up and down her back, each descent taking in more ass cheek.

Their pelvises were embracing thighs, and both knew what was on the agenda.

Clarice was amused to have a man in her arms who was actually taller than her. Edward the fuckhead was an inch shorter, which always made wearing heels an issue. Clarice would smile and say height was just a number. Tonight, height was sexy as fuck.

The first kiss was scorching, wet and firm. The animalistic passion that was boiling inside them both was waiting to pounce. Clarice pulled back and reached between them to grasp Doug's impressiveness. Her eyebrows went up and he feigned bashfulness. Clarice shook her head and ended the dance by heading out the door Emma had just used.

Doug was frozen in a mix of frustration and shock. At the exit, the goddess turned her head and gave him the come-hither finger. Doug practically sprinted after her.

The hallway was empty but exposed. Doug took her hand and pulled her into an alcove framed by two potted palms and featuring a small settee. He slid the two plants into cover the entrance. It wasn't completely private, but it was gallant. It made Clarice giggle. She tossed her clutch and phone on the seat behind her.

Doug smiled and took her waist. "You sure? I mean, I thought you couldn't stand me, that's why I was working on Emma."

She rolled her eyes and boldly murmured, "You've been upgraded."

Clarice pulled his shoulders, and they kissed with tongues, teeth, and tempers; both heading to carefree oblivion. As Doug's mouth and tongue checked her jugular pulse, Clarice panted. "Why not your room?"

"Roommates," he breathed as he began to run his hot tongue along the top edge of her now sweaty shirt. She pulled the strap down, and he gratefully latched onto an exposed brown-black nipple he had coveted for years.

His enflamed mouth felt like a cattle prod shock to her system, and she yelped in ecstasy. "Fuuuck yesss...!"

Her pussy clenched, and she ground her bulging clit hard on his thigh. His erection had actually crept down the leg, and she felt the head against her desperation. It was fat, and she wanted it...now.

She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back with a wet whoosh. She dropped to a submissive style crouch with no knees on the ground. It was beyond sexy.

Doug let his hands drop to his sides as she untied and pulled down his loose pants and boxers in one go. His very impressive thickness hit her in the chin and sprayed her cleavage with early anointings.

She took hold of his heated heft with both hands. "Sweet mother of Fuck Me Raw!" she murmured at the monster member. She began with licks and strokes that had him moaning.

She had had a few big cocks in her day. Her college beau before Edward was nearly twelve inches. She learned deep throat with him. This specimen was shorter but thicker and had a huge head. She sucked in with hollow cheeks and swirling tongue, her hands rotating with her spittle as lube.

He wanted to grab her head, but he knew he had to play this right. Let her think it was all her idea. "Oh, fuck, Clarice. Edward's a fool." It was a risky accusation, and it did cause a pause that caught his heart.

For Clarice, the mention of Edward was the impetus to give his BFF the best BJ her EX ever had.

She went into full-on slut mode, sucking, humming, and stroking. A long under lick of his shaft and balls had him pulsing and leaking profusely. She loved putting men through a bit of torture; reminding them that she was the Amazon, always. Soon she was fucking her own throat with his enormous head; the gagging drawing out cups of saliva to coat her tits. She rubbed her nipples massaging the moisture in to cool them some.

She felt him tensing, his grunts and "oh fucks" sounding breathier. She took his hands and placed them on her head, giving full permission.

Doug gripped without pulling and went into full fuck. His thrusts were quick, noisy and ball-slapping deep. He went on for almost two minutes, but she was too damn talented.

"FUUUCK YESS!" He stiffened and pulled back slightly. He fired off an impressive volley of heated cream into her mouth that she swallowed with moaning gusto.

He nearly collapsed and released her hair. She lovingly licked off any drips before they escaped.

As she rose up, her wet breasts heaved in need. Seeing her brown eyes burn, Doug was intimidated at the prospect of taking on the woman Edward had described as dangerously aggressive in bed.

Clarice kissed him hard, holding the back of his neck. While tasting his own cum was not new, sharing a significant portion was. He willingly took it in and the two swallowed together.

Without releasing her grip on his neck, she growled. "Your turn."

She backed up to the small green settee and fell back into it. Doug was forced to his knees, his pants still trapping his ankles. Sometime during the blowjob, she had untied her skirt. It lay in a bunch on the floor.

She spread her legs wide and tossed her useless yellow thong into one of the plants.

Doug took in her naked cunt: wet, swollen, and purplish pink. The brown outer lips had already formed a cobra head, and her asshole shone black as it winked in lustful need.

"Eat me, Doug. Make me forget he ever existed."

He needed no second invitation.

Doug had had many women in his lifetime. He regularly serviced women here at the resort. He was known for his technique and his authentic respect for the variety of vulva in the universe.

This was a whole new level of delectable.

Clarice was pungent. sweet. bitter, musky. tangy and creamy all at once. His taste buds exploded at the first few licks and soon he was lapping every inch he could.

He was very good and soon Clarice was grinding into him, her grip on his head still firmly displaying control. He was hitting every good spot and then some. Perhaps it was the eight-week draught or the alcohol. Most likely, it was the wronged bride inside her screaming that the men of this world owed her. "Fuck yes. Eat that cunt. I deserve to be ravished!"

He was in full agreement and pulled out all of his tricks. His stiff lingual digit put pressure on the underside of her very thick clitoris. One, then two, then three fingers swirled inside her heated cavern. Scissoring and stroking her special roughness was sending her up in ever-increasing waves. He even ventured a cum-soaked finger toward her back door and was man-stoked she didn't stop him from pushing it in to the first knuckle.

Her breathing was ragged; her scent was thick. If anyone was within thirty feet, they would be able to gauge her level of arousal from the lewd squishing.

"Fuck, Doug! I'm soo clossse!" Her nails were digging into her scalp, and he was struggling to breathe but never stopped sucking and slurping.

The years of romantic buildup, the proposal, the wedding plans - everything that had crashed and burned were forgotten in a glorious climax for the ages. She arched and froze before flopping down hard.

"Ahhhrrrghhhh! FuuUCK!" The orgasm was toe-curling and heart-stopping. It was magic, and light, and explosions and, fuck, really good!

Doug held on as she shook and convulsed, fluids coating everywhere. He would have to get a maid's cart in here to clean up the settee!

The two were hilariously mortified that her scream would soon bring security.

***

After a rather comic scolding from the night deputy, Doug and Clarice rushed back to her suite, giggling and squealing. When they reached the door, she pinned him against the frame and kissed him hard.

"Thank you for making me feel like I needed to. You were pretty fucking great."

"Yeah, until Henry busted up the party."

"I think that one is on me. Or rather, you for making me scream."

"Sorry, we couldn't take it to the next level."

She squeezed his hardening cock and whispered, "We're here for five more days. Good night."

***

When Clarice slipped quietly into the suite, the heavy scent of sex hit her in the darkness. She padded bare feet past Emma's bedroom and stopped short. The redheaded wonder was sprawled naked across a wrecked bed, one lazy hand idly circling a pale, swollen breast, pinching the hard red nipple between her fingers. The other hand was buried between her thighs, moving in slow, slick circles. Her hips rolled gently, a low, breathless moan of indecipherable French spilling from her parted lips.

A pair of sandals hit the floor with a thud, and Emma yelped.

Clarice snapped, “What the fuck?”

Emma jolted upright, face flaming crimson. She scrambled to yank the tangled sheet over her still-trembling body.

Clarice burst out laughing.

“Wait, wait! It’s not what you think!” Emma stammered, mortified.

"Oh? What am I thinking, then?" Clarice held her hand over her mouth to stifle more laughter.

“I… I did something stupid."

Clarice sobered and sat on the edge of the bed. "Uh oh..."

Emma continued. "When I was coming back to the room, I met up with someone in the hallway. And we started making out..."

Clarice folded her arms and lifted an eyebrow as if to say, "Who?"

"It was...Silas. You know, Doug’s mate.”

"The black guy?! He's gorgeous!"

Emma bit her lip, embarrassment warring with a tiny, guilty smile.

"We have been... glancing at each other...a lot. And tonight, he was there, I was a bit drunk, he was gorgeous…" Then, sounding serious, almost panicked, she blurted, "But I swear that’s all! Just kissing. Nothing more."

“Relax, I believe you. My lips are sealed."

Emma sat back with a relieved sigh, covering her eyes with her forearm.

Clarice patted the shin of her sweet friend. "Em, we all need to blow off steam sometimes… or blow something else, right?”

Emma groaned with embarrassment and changed the subject. "So, did Dougie deliver?"

Clarice fell back on the bed, her arms outstretched in newly found liberation.

"Revenge is sssweet!"

The two fell into laughter, and after quick showers, sat up sharing juicy details.

PART THREE IS COMING SOON!

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Matt and Emma