Blacked On White Sands of Ambergris Caye in Belize

Those Hilton points finally totaled enough for me to afford to take my gorgeous and patient wife, Amelia, to the white sands of Ambergris Caye in Belize.

As a frenetic executive on Wall Street, and going strong at age 45, I owed my lovely wife this bucket list vacation at the Mahogany Bay Resort & Beach Club there.

Amelia is stunning at 38 years of age and still looks like she did when we got married 10 years ago. Her blond long hair, corral blue eyes and hour-glass figure make me wish I was home more often.

The financial markets -- with the unpredictable tariffs, interest rates, soaring price of gold and other surprises -- has had me pinned to my desk at work and to the phones.

I also wish I had spent more time at the gym in recent years. Poor sleep, bad eating and too much alcohol and cigars have not allowed me to keep up with my fit and athletic wife. She is a champion tennis player from college and continues to play regularly at our country club.

I'll do my best to keep up with her in Belize as we soak up the sun on the beach, play tennis and enjoy late nights enjoying local music and dancing.

The room I booked was perfect, overlooking the blue-green ocean and white sandy beach.

When I went with the porter to take our bags to the room, Amelia decided to stay downstairs and look at the hotel views and amenities.

The porter, a middle-aged black fellow who said his name was Luis, shared some of the secret and little-known tales of the resort and this particular beach.

One thing I recalled and could not get out of my head was:

The porter smirked and said if I noticed white girls wearing black bikinis, there was a special meaning. He said it meant "they had seen the light."

I tipped Luis and wondered what he meant by that.

My blond and fair-skinned wife had to be careful in the sun. I bought her six new bikinis of different colors and styles. Amelia would stand out on any beach in the world she is so gorgeous. I can't wait to show her off, even if it will take a ton of suntan lotion.

On our first day on the white sands, Amelia sported her bright blue tiny bikini with her 36C breasts spilling out and her tiny triangle of bush below barely hidden by the thin blue strip of cloth. She was quite a sight to see.

I, on the other hand, bought a new khaki-colored swimsuit. When I got it out in our room and tried it on, I found my recent weight gain rendered it unwearable. I had to fall back on an old larger Hawaiian print suit. I was shy and embarrassed to not be a good match for my bride.

The weather was perfect, sunny, light breeze and warm blue-green water lapping on the white sands beach. We were all alone for the first time in a long time, and I thought we could catch up on conversation and sex, of course.

Because of stressful work, it had been a while since I was in the mood for sex and able to satisfy my wonderful, patient wife.

I know the money I made helped even the scorecard. But as they say, money can't buy happiness.

I made another fatal mistake. I took my cell phone to the beach with us and -- worse yet -- I turned the sound on, in spite of having two weeks cleared on my schedule and others lined up to cover my ass while I was away.

The damn phone rang.

Amelia looked at me with a frown. Because I am anal and was desperate to know who was looking for me, I answered it.

A big business deal I had orchestrated for a Fortune 100 company was unraveling and my office needed me to help pull it back together.

I told Amelia I would be back in 30 minutes tops.

It took more like 90 minutes, as I retreated to our hotel room where I could have privacy and quiet to consummate this business venture. Having more secure Wi-Fi was also essential.

I was so absorbed in the art of the deal; I had totally forgotten about the safety and security of my bride Amelia.

When I returned to the beach, there was no sign of my blond beauty.

I waited half an hour and then decided to head downstairs in case she was in the restaurant. I had missed lunch and was starving.

As I got to the lobby, I saw another elevator door open and a laughing, happy group got out. I swiveled my eyes to see who it was. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

I hid behind a large potted tropical plant so I could get a better view.

Amelia was still in her bikini, looking sensational, and in the company of four black men who I had never seen before. I then looked at the tower of the resort where they were coming from. In spite of my high income and hotel points, I could not get into that exclusive section of the hotel. These guys must be connected....or filthy rich.

My wife was consumed with these strapping, muscled black men and they were headed to the restaurant. She was not even trying to find me...and did not seem concerned with my absence. Wow!

I sneaked into the restaurant and sat in the high-backed booth next to the one Amelia and the black men occupied.

I listened intently and heard them laughing and delighted with a game they referred to as "Blacked."

They had apparently played several vigorous rounds of "Blacked" while I was working in the hotel room, and they were making plans for other rendezvous during our two-week stay. I had never heard of that game and wondered what it entailed.

Amelia is normally shy with new people, but she was effusive in her remarks and more bubbly than he had ever seen or heard her. When they parted after lunch, I saw she kissed each gentleman on his lips. She gave the ringleader a wink and a smile, which was usually our normal exchange after having sex.

I knew Amelia had scheduled a spa and beauty treatment for this afternoon, so I went back to the hotel to finalize the business deal.

That night Amelia returned to our hotel room, showered and changed into a dynamic dress for our planned anniversary dinner. I was so happy she appeared to be happy, rested and not unhappy with me working this afternoon.

We had a wonderful four-course dinner, special wine and went to a local nightclub nearby to experience the Caribbean culture of this independent country.

When we got back to our room, we collapsed into our king size bed and fell asleep. I had hoped we could make passionate love but both of us seemed to be content with catching up on our rest.

We slept 10 hours straight and ordered breakfast in our room. It was nice to be with Amelia away from the rat race.

When we got ready for the beach, I was looking forward to seeing which colorful bikini Amelia would pick out for today. Unfortunately, she wore a cover up and I could not tell. I guess I would have to wait until we got to the beach.

I picked out an ideal location for our beach umbrella, laid out the towels, and strategically placed our beverages and food the hotel had prepared for us. Amelia peeled off her cover up and was wearing a tiny black bikini. There was a white spade design on the bottoms.

I remembered what the porter told me when he put our bags in our room, and I scratched my head.

I complimented Amelia on how gorgeous she looked, and I made a comment about her wearing the black bikini today. She threw her beautiful head back, swung her hair aside, and simply responded, "I've have finally seen the light."

Certainly... no way... not my beautiful Amelia. Not on our 10th wedding anniversary.