Cindy M

I was the one who spoke to Cindy first.

The first time I saw Cindy, she was walking quickly through the Blue Parrot Bar (Playa del Carmen), a bit restless, walking around much more than other people, like she was nervous, perhaps searching for something, being in a hurry, or perhaps in heat.

A blonde friend always accompanied her, and she would be my ticket to Cindy. I knew right away that Cindy was married; you simply knew. But I like fucking married women best. Or girlfriends. Something about the excitement of having the woman of another man, who is already taken.

I never researched the why until today; back in Playa, I was simply amazed of how many women would cheat on their husband/boyfriend.

To make you really upset, I even fucked a fiancée who was about to get married in Playa a week later. No shit.

It seems that men often pursue married women due to the thrill of the "forbidden" taboo, the ego-boosting challenge of competition ("mate poaching"), and the desire to prove dominance over another man. It is viewed as a high-stakes game that provides validation, excitement, and a low-maintenance, emotionally detached intimacy.

Just like lions in the wild. The strongest one gets to breed the wifey.

The intimacy thing is really true; I am a much better fuck when I do not love a woman. I can stay hard much longer and more or less decide when I want to cum. Something about the coldness of the whole thing. And of course that moment when you slowly penetrate that cheating pussy boosts your ego sky high. That sweet victory over him, knowing that she is being unfaithful to him, is, besides fucking an unprotected slit bareback, one of the best pleasures you can experience. That's why I specialized in women being in a relationship.

In those five years, I only used a condom once in Playa, with another dive instructor. She knew all to well what we do. Those pro divers who fuck so many tourists are called "sharks." Some fuck whatever they find each night. I didn't; with the amount of tourist pussy being delivered each week, I only wanted the very best, the most beautiful, and the most challenging: the wives, the girlfriends, and even the fiancées.

I fucked every single one of them bareback.

And they never protested or said something about it. Or asked for protection. Not once.

I shared a place with two other dive instructors in the beginning, and one of them had a relationship with a PR (the girls behind the dive center counter), and he still fucked tourists at least a couple of times a week.

The other guy had a relationship as well and was being faithful. Not all pro divers fuck tourists. It can be a very lonely life, so at least 70% of male pro divers try to find a local girl for a steady relationship.

Not me.

And we all know it takes two to tango. At the end, it is the woman who decides if she cheats or not.

Of course, single female tourists too welcomed my cock into their warm, thirsty pussies, but if I had to guess, at least 50% of all those babes I had were in some kind of relationship. They were simply more attractive to me.

So yes, I was a shark.

And yes, women cheat a lot. This is the cold truth. You can be angry about it or be sad, but women are just like men, just better in keeping secrets.

Now I do believe Cindy had not cheated before, just like Elisabeth, because they told me their last names and where they lived. Other women were a closed book and only told me their first names. They did show in some way that we had to be careful, but that's all. So they must have cheated before. Quite the opposite of the single babes; they could be open to me, have nothing to hide, and I still know some of their last names and where they live.

Have fun with my Cindy stories; I will update one chapter each week. The reason is that those were the very first memories I put on paper, so they urgently needed an update. Some chapters are based on true events; some are absolute fiction.

PS: The pics show what she looked like.