Aruba

When we went to Aruba for a week we were 44 and 27, had been
married for over 4 years and had been together for nearly 7 years.
We had already enjoyed many very kinky adventures together and
with others. We are both sexually "straight" and had gravitated
from classic swinging with other couples into what works best for
us: meeting sexually aggressive straight men for MFM threesomes or
in groups for gangbangs - and meeting experienced
dominant/sadistic straight men for S&M action. We flew to Aruba
out of DFW airport (we live between Tulsa and Dallas, in
southeastern Oklahoma), through San Juan, and on into Oranjestaad,
the capital (and only) city on the small island. We stayed at the
Sonesta Hotel and Beach Resort on the main coastal road in
downtown Oranjestaad. The hotel  was beautiful but would not have
been our first choice since access to the "Beach Resort" part
required boarding one of the hotel's open boatsin the tiny
"harbour" of the lower lobby, and boating out through the canal
under the main coastal road into the city's harbour and across
some open water to an offshore island which had been very nicely
(and expensively) converted to a beach resort by Soonest. We were
at the Sonesta because Kiki had discovered a great $35-a-night
rate for the hotel that we could use at that time. We rented a 4-
wheel-drive Japanese vehicle for transportation. We
enjoyed the island's wonderful weather, great beaches, shopping -
loved the submarine trip(though is was expensive) - explored all
over - did the tourist stuff and loved it. We had hoped to find
some sort of kinky sex action but by Thursday (our 4th day there)
we had about given up. We took the sunset catamaran cruise
available from Red Sail Sports, at the Hyatt Regency on the
island's main beach and hotel area. We wore shorts and t-shirts
and carried swimsuits and miscellaneous stuff in a beach bag. The
catamaran was quite large and the friendly, outgoing crew had a
good crowd that night - the crew kept the party atmosphere lively
and the drinks (free, included in cruise price, and plenty strong)
flowing. We wound up sitting on the top at the front of the boat,
leaning back against the slanting windows of the large "cabin",
talking with a girl from Boston who was there alone on vacation.
After a while a local man joined us and began entertaining us and
regaling us with local stories, standing in front of the three of
us, bouncing gently on the ropes tied across the open bow of the
catamaran. Fidel turned out to be the health club/gym manage rat
the Hyatt Regency, and he explained that he sometimes took the
sunset cruises (free, of course) for fun and to meet some of the
visitors to the island. He was about 5'11" and weighed about 210
or 220, was in excellent shape (predictably for a health club
manager) and had the blackest skin we'd ever seen. After a few
hours of drinking, sailing about, enjoying the sunset, and kidding
around and getting acquainted and swapping stories, the catamaran
returned us to the shore. Kiki was so drunk that she had some
difficulty walking down time stairs which we lowered at the front
for disembarking. We wound up walking down the beach in the
twilight with me, my wife, the girl from Boston, and Fidel. Near
some volleyball nets, we stopped and Kiki announced that she "had
to go" but didn't want to wander through the hotel beach areas and
lobbies to find a rest room. I told her to just go in the water
off the beach. She promptly sat down, opened the beachbag, took
out her black, thong-back bikini, and proceeded to change clothes
right then and there. The girl from Boston was shocked; she turned
to me and said, "Your wife is naked right there!" That was too
much for her, and she mumbled some excuses and wandered off to her
hotel (the Golden Tulip, just down the beach). I noticed that
while a few of the beach strollers in the twilight had observed
Kiki changing into her swimsuit in public (and looked away
discreetly), Fidel had paid close attention to her. When she
staggered out into the calm wateroff of Palm/Eagle Beach, Fidel
followed her. I could see him approachher and begin talking to
her - they were facing each other, about a footapart - after a few
minutes,he moved up close to her and kissed her.As I watched them
put their arms around each other, I hoped and hoped that we had
found our kinky Caribbean adventure at last. The light was fading
and I could barely see them now - they were in chest-deep water
about 50 or 60 feet off of the beach. When they did finally return
toshore, Kiki came in first, with Fidel following about 20 feet
behindher. I rushed up to my wife and asked her what happened out
there. Shesmiled, a bit drunkenly, and said, "We were making out
and he justpulled his swimsuit down, pulled the crotch of my
bikini aside, andfucked me standing up in the water. He never even
asked, he just did it."I knew how much Kiki loved sexually
aggressive men, how much she cravedfeeling used and abused by men
sexually, how she thrilled at being treated exactly like the slut
she truly is down deep - and I also feltmy cock stiffen
immediately at her words. Fidel now joined us and seemed to be
watching me for some reaction. I looked at him, stuck my hand
out,and said, "Fidel, way to go, man!" He hesitated only a moment
before grasping my hand and shaking it, saying, "Your wife is very
hot." ThenFidel suggested that we swim out to the hotel's diving
barge (a pontoonboat for SCUBA diving trips) which was anchored
about 150 feet off ofthe beach. He said it was "okay" and would be
private for some fun. Westupidly, or perhaps just drunkenly, or
just too carried away with thesexual excitement of the instant,
all walked right into the water andwaded out to swimming depth, to
swim to the barge - leaving our beachbag unattended on the now
dark beach. (The bag was stolen while we were"partying" - ourown
fault, of course - hated losing the brand-new 8mmcamcorder, some
clothes, a few hundred dollars in cash, my wallet and credit cards
...and the keys to our rental vehicle.) Kiki reached thebarge
first (former lifeguards tend to be excellent swimmers even when
pretty drunk) and she swam around looking for an easy way aboard,
as Ifollowed - we shortly found that the back, by the outboard
motor, had the nice low, metal dive platform, and clambered up
onto it, a bit outof breath from the fast swim. Fidel climbed up
out of the water, kissedKiki once, then turned her around, pulled
her bikini bottoms off andtossed them to me, got her on her hands
and knees, lowered his swimsuitand for the first time I saw his
cock - magnificent, jet-black, about10 inches long and as thick as
my wrist - easily the largest cock Kikior I had ever seen outside
of porno videotapes (and we have seen a lotin person over 10 years
of exploring kinky sex and living out our fantasies for real). He
fingered my wife's cunt for an instant, seemedsatisfied with its
readiness, and pushed his monster black cock straight into her
hot, wet pussy. She moaned, so beautifully and happily, as hebegan
pumping her doggy-style. I removed my own shorts (now soaked
fromthe swim, another stupid move) and began stroking my cock - so
hard andthrobbing it felt as though it would explode already. I
was already thinking about the problem here - that Fidel was
fucking my wife withouta condom (we had brought plenty of rubbers
with us, just in case) - wehad begun asking men to use rubbers
when fucking my wife way back in 1984and this was the first time
we had slipped up. (This time turned out okaybut we did worry a
lot after we got back home - first about a late periodthat finally
did arrive, and then about STD's until we took two sets oftests
and came up clear.) Fidel made it obvious when we was cumming inmy
wife's cunt, then pulled out of her and backed up on the metal
deckand said, "Now you get some, Bob." I got over behind my wife,
who stayedin doggy-style position on her hands and knees, glanced
at the cum thatwas leaking out of her freshly-fucked pussy, and
then plowed in balls-deep into her in one plunge. I fucked her
while Fidel sat up by her head,playing with her dangling breasts
(medium-sized, 34B, nicely-shaped and firm), then pulled her head
down to lick his sticky black cock, until hegot another hard-on
and began using her long blonde hair to guide herface up and down
for his pleasure. I came up inside her, with massive,shuddering
final strokes, shooting for what seemed like minutes. When Ipulled
out, Fidel let her move around and sit downwith us. Withoutanother
word, we all dived into the black night-time Caribbean and
swamback to shore, where we discovered that our carelessness had
led to thetheft of our beach bag. While we pondered how to even
get back to ourhotel downtown (about 8 or 10 miles), Fidel walked
away toward the hotels; in a few minutes he was back and said he
had found us a ride totown. We followed him to the alleyway
between two hotels and all jumped into the back of a small pickup
truck. Shortly we were dumped off at thefancy entrance to our
hotel. We looked a bit bedraggled - well, Kiki andI did, at least
- I went to the front desk and explained about the theftof the
beach bag which had our room key in it, and waited while the
clerkprepared a new electronic key for us.While waiting I looked
over at Kiki, standing by  her new black lover in the well-lighted
lobby, and wassure that anyone looking could see the freshly-
fucked look on her face. We all three went upstairs; it was now
about 10 PM or so. We got somebeer out of the room's "servi-bar-
refrigerator" (Amstel Light, our beerof choice while we were in
Aruba) and laid down on the bed. It didn'ttake long for Fidel to
begin trying to make out with Kiki, fondling herbreasts and her
thighs. She got into it and I felt totally thrilled watching this
black Aruban with my wife in our brightly-lighted hotelroom on the
big king-sized bed. Fidel got her bikini off her completelythis
time, and put her on her back, then got on top of her and
betweenher legs and began fucking her again (the THIRD time that
evening! - the guy seemed to be hard nearly all the time while we
were with him!). I got out our 35mm camera and began snapping
photos of the black-and-whitecouple writhing in a very athletic,
wild fuck session on the bed, fromall angles, even crawling down
between their four legs and getting some good close-ups of his
giant black prong penetrating her puffy pinkish-white labia into
her hot-pink snatch. At one point, Fidel flipped the mover and had
my wife riding atop him - she looked so tiny (at 5'5", 120)atop
that black giant of a man (5'11", 210 or so) and I was so proud of
her as I saw her really working to put out a good fuck for this
man she'd only just met a few hours ago. When Fidel finished in
her twat again, I tried to pull her over on top of me, but Fidel
said, "I don't want you to fuck her until I say to .... is that
okay with you, Bob?" I had no ideawhat to say, but decided it was
best just to go along with it. Fidel toldme I could eat my wife
and jack off if I wanted to, so I got downbetween her legs and
began licking her very-messy pussy, while I jackedmyself off. I
had a great orgasm just shortly after Kiki reached a wildclimax
from my tongue - I smeared my whole face around on her cum-
sloppycunt, getting the mix of my wife's juices and Fidel's cum
from my forehead to my chin, thickand sticky. We had some more
beer, then Fidelbegan to play with the little blonde American slut
wife again - this timeKiki complained that she was too sore for
any more that night, sayi ngthat the combination of the salt-water
fuck and the size of Fidel's man-meat and the amount of screwing
she had taken already had made her pussyvery sore and tender.
Fidel ignored her and began working to rape her,holding her arms
above her head and using his weight to hold her nakedbody down
beneath him. Kiki began to fight in earnest, and begging him to
let her rest for a while at least. She asked me to help her ... I
helped her, sort of.... I grabbed her arms and held them for Fidel
whilehe began raping  her. During the first part of the struggle,
she hadmanaged to scratch us both up some with her fingernails,
but once Fidelhad his massive hard black penis up inside her cunt,
she gave up and, ina very short time, her hips were working with
Fidel's fuck motions andshe had yet another orgasm. She later told
me that she truly enjoyed thereality of the rape scene (though she
readily admits that rape can onlybe erotic to her when she is
certain that her personal safety is nottruly threatened beyond
just forced sex). She did not fight again andopenly said she'd
learned her lesson and that she would do whatever Fidelwanted from
then on, whenever he wanted it. By now, we were all hungry, and
Fidel suggested we order a pizza for delivery to our room. He
called for the pizza for us, using the local"papiamento"
language/dialect (sort of a blend of Dutch, Spanish andEnglish
with a little bit of French and some local Caribbean languageitems
thrown in for good measure). By the time the pizza delivery
manknocked on the door about an hour later, Fidel was back at
fucking mywife on the big bed once more. I opened the door,
invited the pizzaman into the room while I got the money to pay
him. He seemed to enjoywatching the local black man fucking the
American blonde but didn't sayanything and didn't hint at joining
us or anything. It was, however,quite exciting for me to see this
total stranger leering at my nakedblonde wife entertaining Fidel
on our hotel room bed - he definitelynoticed that the husband was
there watching the show, too, by glancesand smirks at me while I
was getting out the money. We finally all drifted off to sleep,
with Kiki between Fidel and me onthe giant bed. I was awakened
about 6 AM, just as the dawn broke andlight began to filter into
our sliding-glass doors to the balcony (wealways leave the drapes
open in hotel rooms) - as I slowly came "to" Idiscovered that
Fidel was on top of my wife AGAIN - he was kissing herand moving
slowly atop her. When he noticed that I was awake, he said,"Bob,
why don't you guide me into your little wife?" - I didn't
evenhesitate, and reached above his big black butt, down between
his legs,grasped that huge prick and guided it straight into my
own wife's cunt.From then on, Fidel seemed to enjoy me putting his
cock into my wife'scunt with my own hands - for the next several
days, he often mounted herand then waited, staring over at me,
until I got down and fingered herpussy, then used my hand or hands
to guide his cock into her twat. Eventhough I am not bi and not
interested in sex with other men, this wasa special thrill to me
(which surprised me, somewhat). For the nextthree days, we were
with Fidel except when he was working. The sex waswonderful for
Kiki and I was managing some great cums from just jackingoff. When
Fidel was working I sneaked a few fucks with Kiki, but I didnot
even try to fuck her while he was with us. He spent each night
withus the rest of our vacation there. Friday afternoon, we went
out to visit Fidel at the Hyatt Regency healthclub/gym - he was
glad to see us, and even introduced us to some of theyoung men who
worked for him there. There were not many guests using
thefacilities while we were there, and Fidel took a break for a
little while.He took my wife by the hand, led her away to a
storeroom or something,looked back over his shoulder and said,
"Bob, you don't mind if I havesome more of your wife's pussy, do
you?", and chuckled. I waited outfront with several young Aruban
employees and a couple of guests. Theemployees seemed to enjoy my
embarassment, while the hotel guests lookeduncomfortable and tried
to avoid looking straight at me. In about 20minutes, Fidel and
Kiki returned through the door. She was looking downat her feet,
as Fidel led her back to me, but did manage to glance upand give
me a big grin and a wink. Fidel made a point of saying, rightin
front of the others in the gym room, "You sure married a hot
pieceof ass, Bob", as we left out the door. That Fidel did manage
to havea certain knack about him for knowing how to provide
maximum titillationfor a couple like Kiki and me. We had a long
visit one early eveningin our hotel room while waiting for Kiki to
shower and fix her hair and Fidel was quite open about his
enjoyment of blonde Americans, mostespecially married sluts whose
husbands had a voyeuristic streak. Hetold me that he was on the
"hunt" quite often among the tourists, butwas rather "picky" and
only jumped on available sluts once in a while.He was quite open
about how attractive Kiki was and how easy it was to"read" our
interests in kinky sex. Saturday morning, Fidel arranged a half-
day fishing-boat trip for us, and took off work himself to go with
us. I had thought he might fix thetrip up free, but no such luck
as I had to pay for it. We left the harbour on the fishing boat -
looked like a 30-35-foot sport-fisherman type- with a captain
(looked about 40 or 45) and one "hand" (looked about 17 or 18),
both of Spanish heritage. I think I may have failedto mention that
Fidel was 27 years old when we met him. We were takenaround the
northwest perimeter of the island, dragging lines, but
didn'tmanage to find anything much (only catch was some kind of
weird-lookingdeep-sea creature that we threw right back). Fidel
and Kiki and I drankquite a bit of beer and began to be bored with
the fishing effort andlack of action. Fidel pulled Kiki out of her
chair and pushed her tobend over the backrail of the boat, then
pulled her bikini bottoms offand fingered her. I noticed the young
boy watching intently and the captain glancing back from the
flying bridge above and forward. Fideltold me to come over and
lick her pussy for him, and I did, kneelingdown behind my bent-
over wife. I licked and licked, getting her really and making neat
sounds. Then I felt Fidel tap me on the shoulder and Imoved
backward, still on my knees - Fidel, now nude and sporting nearlya
foot of throbbing hard black meat (hell, it looked like a short
blackbaseball bat in a way), stepped up and put the mushroom head
of his cockright at my wife's shiny slick pussy ... and waited,
looking down side-ways at me - I knew what he wanted but was extra
embarassed by knowingothers were watching in broad daylight on the
boat - I swallowed hardand gave up any pretense of self-respect
and reached up to wrap my white hand around that massive jet-black
cock and guided it into my wife's waiting pussy as Fidel moved
forward. I removed  my hand as Ifelt the front of my hand touch
Kiki's juicy cuntlips, spread w-i-d-earound Fidel's cock. Then I
moved back and began jacking off - I almostlet myself cum when
Fidel began cumming in her, but was glad I hadwaited then because
I got extra thrills when Fidel yelled at the boatcaptain, who had
just finished anchoring the boat (about a half-mileoff the coast
of the island), and he came down to the kinky little slutI have
married and dropped his trousers and began fucking my wife'scum-
filled snatch, hard and fast. He didn't take long to cum and
pulledback, with a strand of cum and cuntjuice connection his
retreating cockand my wife's hot slut cunt until it finally broke.
The young boy thentook a turn at Kiki's cunt, while she waited
bent over the railing.The young deck hand had a long thin cock and
damned sure took his time humping my wife, finally yelling in
Spanish as he pumped another load of semen up into her deeply.
When the boy backed away from the Americanfucktoy pig, Fidel told
me to clean her oy pig, Fidel told me to clean her  up by licking
her and to spendsome time licking her asshole. I got down on my
knees behind her andlicked her for all I was worth, managing to
give her one hard cum as Idid it. When Fidel pulled me back this
time, he told me he wanted herasshole, so I guided his cockhead
between her asscheeks and up to hertiny little pink-brown asshole.
He worked it slowly, getting the headup inside her and then
waiting for her to adjust to the size before hebegan giving her
more of his cock. He would give her about an inch orso and then
pause, letting her rectum relax around the cock, then giveher
another inch. As big as that man was and without any added lube
atall we all knew she needed him to go very slowly. Pretty soon
she was showing when she wanted another inch by wiggling her hips
and humpinggently. Fidel finally got his entire cock up her butt,
his big blacksack and balls right up touching her flesh. It was
pretty incredible to watch and that was when I finished jacking
myself off and spilled myown semen onto the deck of the boat.
Fidel did cum up her ass and hedid have me lick her sore, spread
asshole (it stayed open, gaping, fora while after he pulled out of
her - really an amazing sight) as hercum leaked back out of her
rectum, through her anus. Saturday night, and then again Sunday
night, Fidel let me fuck my ownwife along with him. We sandwiched
her between us, taking turns beingon the bottom (laying face-up)
with cock in her cunt, and being on topof her (she was facing down
onto the man beneath her) with cock up hertight asshole. She took
it all very well and had the time of her younglife (up to that
point, at least) sexually. Our only regret was that Fidel had not
used rubbers on her - when weasked him to after that first
experience out on the beach, he said hedidn't want to use them and
since he had already fucked her twice with-out a rubber, it was
stupid to demand them now. We sweated out herperiod (dreading the
thought of an abortion, but reconciled to thenecessity of one) and
were relieved when it finally arrived, two weekslate, after our
return home. We also worried until our health testscameback clear.
We do urge other couples like us to practice "safersex"and we do
work harder now at that, always thinking back to whatrisks we took
during that vacation in Aruba. PostScript: We stayed in touch with
Fidel by telephone after ourreturn hometo Oklahoma. In September
he quit his job with Hyatt andmoved to Michigan to attend school.
He flew down from Michigan to visitus in our home for a week in
mid-December of 1991 (we all had anothergreat time and this time
he did use rubbers when fucking my slut wife).We have since lost
track of him, but hope he calls usagain someday