The brief phone call to the beautiful, grey, granite villa in Aberdeen ended.

It was indeed brief and to the point. Its meaning could not be mistaken or misunderstood.

I could now give my undecided attention to business. That “business” had been paying attention to ME throughout the call.

Ebony.

Aptly named. A sleek, sensuous, dangerous, black cat.

A predator.

A black panther.

Oh. Were you thinking you were still in Aberdeen?

Wrong. This is far from the frozen chills of that northern city. Far from the somewhat frozen, frigid woman I had just called.

I am David. Never call me anything else.

Beside me on the double lounger at my private residence pool in the Cayman Islands, is the most exotic female you could ever imagine.

She is, of course, naked, as am I.

The staff is discreet, and although they enjoy the view, nothing is ever said. No mobile phones are permitted here, and my employees obey my strict orders at all times.

Bethany has never graced these shores. She knows nothing of this place and its hedonistic lifestyle.

Why should she? It is for my pleasure alone.

This sleek, black, cat and I have just shared the most incredible coupling.

Wild and rough, as always. She is caressing my shaft with her experienced mouth and tongue.

Another hard fuck is on the way. More than likely she will have that wicked bottom spanked again.

She never says no, unlike Bethany. That is going to change……….very, very soon.

I will explain, although I never explain my actions.

David Beattie. President of offshore development company Venture.

I am forty years old. Tall, black hair, and green eyes that miss nothing. I am excellent at my job, very successful, powerful and wealthy. I use that power to get what I want in life.

I live in a beautiful villa in the select west End of Aberdeen. I only have the best of everything there

That includes Bethany my younger wife.

She is a top lawyer, extremely beautiful with a full voluptuous body. Her breasts are particularly impressive. There is an air of shyness and modesty about her which attracted me. I like a challenge and she would provide it.

We met at a legal convention in the city. The details are unimportant for now.

I was determined to marry her. I needed a trophy wife. She fit my criteria. Beautiful, intelligent and she would not overshadow me.

Before she had time to draw breath, she was Mrs. Beattie. Unusually, I hadn't bedded her first. My needs and practices may have alarmed the shy lawyer.

Those needs were adequately met elsewhere.

We live what seems a normal life, even indulging in normal vanilla sex, for now. She fulfils a role for me.

Bastard!! I hear you say.

True.

I do not love her or until now, particularly desire her. That is why I have waited.

Until now.

What changed that I couldn't say but Bethany will have no say when I return. She is my wife, and I am in control. An introduction into my sexual world is about to begin.

No, I haven't fallen in love with her. This is not a fairy tale, and I am not fucking Prince Charming.

Though Bethany may soon wish she had a Fairy Godmother to rescue her!

I feel the stirrings of another erection, as I imagine exactly what I am going to do to her and where.

Now I must give my attention to Ebony who had ceased her rituals a few moments ago. Hence the reason a new erection was forming. Her dark eyes looked lustily at my now fully erect cock.

It is big!

She posed there. Arms stretched above her head, black curls cascading over her shoulders. Her dark skin shone with beaded sweat, fully rounded, surgically enhanced breasts, with black nipples pointing skywards. Moving down that lithe body to black, curling pubic hair which partially hid her full lips and ever-available wet, velvety vagina. I do not like a shaved pussy. I will tolerate shaping, but a covering must remain.

She is a magnificent creature.

I watched as she turned over, rose to her knees, parted her cheeks for me to enter her back door.

Bethany had firmly said no to anal, that was on the list for my return.

I moved over to her, my legs astride her body. The beautiful butt begged for attention. My cock was twitching. This is my favourite part. I spanked her hard several times. Just my hand, my “tools” were inside the villa.

She shouted out and I penetrated that tantalising hole. Sadly I didn't last long. My thoughts for once were not entirely on the exotic Ebony but on my wife.

I delivered my male juices, then, with a few more slaps, dived into the turquoise waters of the pool.

A splash diverted my dangerous thoughts. Momentarily I was angered at being disturbed.

A wet sllick body wrapped around me. That clever mouth found mine. With renewed energy, I kissed her greedily. These incredible nipples pressed against my chest.

Impatiently and none too gently, I pushed her legs apart and explored her pussy roughly as if it was the first time. Her eyes closed. She lay on top of the water in a perfect X. Her rapid orgasm caused her entire body to shudder.

I allowed her a moment before instructing her to go to the house and wait on the terrace till I was ready for her. She was to remain naked. I enjoyed the staff seeing her in all her after-sex glory. They could only imagine what I could actually do.

I lay there smugly smiling as my thoughts returned to Bethany picking up the message.

What was her reaction?

Then something struck me!

The time difference

When I made that call, it was after midnight in the UK.

Bethany was not at the office at that hour as I initially assumed.

Where was she?

Who was she with?

What was she doing?

Anger started to mount…

Then reality set in. I'm talking shy Bethany here. She would be fast asleep in our super king-sized marital bed in Aberdeen.

She would be wearing those joggers and hoody that she thought I didn't know about. When I am home, it's the best lingerie and nightwear. Not my taste, but I’ll go along for now; it's removed for sex and then put back on. She won't sleep nude, as I do.

I know everything about Bethany, even where she goes with her friend Chastity. I did wonder about fucking her……

No. The message was loud and clear. She loved Bethany, or Beth to her, like a sister.

Although always polite and charming to me, I got the feeling she suspected what I am.

She does not like or trust me.

I am a good judge of character. Seldom wrong.

Wise girl.

Yes, sweetly and innocently tucked up in bed.

I smiled that self-satisfied smile again but a thought crept nastily into my head…

“Are you sure?”