Vacation in Aruba

This is the story of the kinkier side of our vacation on the island of Aruba (near Curacao and Bonnaire, off the coast of Venezuela) in May of 1991. The story is 100% true and accurate and is part of our ongoing sexual adventures together. We are a married couple - he: 45, 5'11", 175, brown (greying some) hair, brown eyes, straight, dominant, voyeuristic - she: 29, 5'5", 120, long thick natural blonde hair, green eyes, 34B-26-35, sub/masochistic and one of the hottest natural sluts around.

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 boats in 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 Sonesta. 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 "jeep-type" 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 manager at 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 the 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 restroom. I told her to just go in the water off the beach. She promptly sat down, opened the beach bag, 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 water off of Palm/Eagle Beach, Fidel followed her. I could see him approach her and begin talking to her - they were facing each other, about a foot apart - 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 to shore, Kiki came in first, with Fidel following about 20 feet behind her. I rushed up to my wife and asked her what happened out there. She smiled, a bit drunkenly, and said, "We were making out and he just pulled his swimsuit down, pulled the crotch of my bikini aside, and fucked 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 craved feeling used and abused by men sexually, how she thrilled at being treated exactly like the slut she truly is down deep - and I also felt my 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." Then Fidel suggested that we swim out to the hotel's diving barge (a pontoon boat for SCUBA diving trips) which was anchored about 150 feet off of the beach. He said it was "okay" and would be private for some fun. We stupidly, or perhaps just drunkenly, or just too carried away with the sexual excitement of the instant, all walked right into the water and waded out to swimming depth, to swim to the barge - leaving our beach bag unattended on the now dark beach. (The bag was stolen while we were "partying" - our own fault, of course - hated losing the brand-new 8mm camcorder, some clothes, a few hundred dollars in cash, my wallet and credit cards ... and the keys to our rental vehicle.) Kiki reached the barge first (former lifeguards tend to be excellent swimmers even when pretty drunk) and she swam around looking for an easy way aboard, as I followed - we shortly found that the back, by the outboard motor, had the nice low, metal dive platform, and clambered up onto it, a bit out of breath from the fast swim. Fidel climbed up out of the water, kissed Kiki once, then turned her around, pulled her bikini bottoms off and tossed them to me, got her on her hands and knees, lowered his swimsuit and for the first time I saw his cock - magnificent, jet-black, about 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist - easily the largest cock Kiki or I had ever seen outside of porno videotapes (and we have seen a lot in person over 10 years of exploring kinky sex and living out our fantasies for real). He fingered my wife's cunt for an instant, seemed satisfied with its readiness, and pushed his monster black cock straight into her hot, wet pussy. She moaned, so beautifully and happily, as he began pumping her doggy-style. I removed my own shorts (now soaked from the swim, another stupid move) and began stroking my cock - so hard and throbbing it felt as though it would explode already. I was already thinking about the problem here - that Fidel was fucking my wife without a condom (we had brought plenty of rubbers with us, just in case) - we had begun asking men to use rubbers when fucking my wife way back in 1984 and this was the first time we had slipped up. (This time turned out okay but we did worry a lot after we got back home - first about a late period that finally did arrive, and then about STD's until we took two sets of tests and came up clear.) Fidel made it obvious when we was cumming in my wife's cunt, then pulled out of her and backed up on the metal deck and said, "Now you get some, Bob." I got over behind my wife, who stayed in doggy-style position on her hands and knees, glanced at the cum that was 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 he got another hard-on and began using her long blonde hair to guide her face up and down for his pleasure. I came up inside her, with massive, shuddering final strokes, shooting for what seemed like minutes. When I pulled out, Fidel let her move around and sit down with us. Without another word, we all dived into the black night-time Caribbean and swam back to shore, where we discovered that our carelessness had led to the theft of our beach bag. While we pondered how to even get back to our hotel 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 to town. 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 the fancy entrance to our hotel. We looked a bit bedraggled - well, Kiki and I did, at least - I went to the front desk and explained about the theft of the beach bag which had our room key in it, and waited while the clerk prepared 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 was sure 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 some beer out of the room's "servi-bar-refrigerator" (Amstel Light, our beer of choice while we were in Aruba) and laid down on the bed. It didn't take long for Fidel to begin trying to make out with Kiki, fondling her breasts and her thighs. She got into it and I felt totally thrilled watching this black Aruban with my wife in our brightly-lighted hotel room on the big king-sized bed. Fidel got her bikini off her completely this time, and put her on her back, then got on top of her and between her 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-white couple writhing in a very athletic, wild fuck session on the bed, from all 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 them over 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 idea what to say, but decided it was best just to go along with it. Fidel told me I could eat my wife and jack off if I wanted to, so I got down between her legs and began licking her very-messy pussy, while I jacked myself off. I had a great orgasm just shortly after Kiki reached a wild climax from my tongue - I smeared my whole face around on her cum-sloppy cunt, getting the mix of my wife's juices and Fidel's cum from my forehead to my chin, thick and sticky. We had some more beer, then Fidel began to play with the little blonde American slut wife again - this time Kiki complained that she was too sore for any more that night, saying that 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 pussy very 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 naked body 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 while he began raping her. During the first part of the struggle, she had managed to scratch us both up some with her fingernails, but once Fidel had his massive hard black penis up inside her cunt, she gave up and, in a very short time, her hips were working with Fidel's fuck motions and she had yet another orgasm. She later told me that she truly enjoyed the reality of the rape scene (though she readily admits that rape can only be erotic to her when she is certain that her personal safety is not truly threatened beyond just forced sex). She did not fight again and openly said she'd learned her lesson and that she would do whatever Fidel wanted 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 and English with a little bit of French and some local Caribbean language items thrown in for good measure). By the time the pizza delivery man knocked on the door about an hour later, Fidel was back at fucking my wife on the big bed once more. I opened the door, invited the pizza man into the room while I got the money to pay him. He seemed to enjoy watching the local black man fucking the American blonde but didn't say anything and didn't hint at joining us or anything. It was, however, quite exciting for me to see this total stranger leering at my naked blonde wife entertaining Fidel on our hotel room bed - he definitely noticed that the husband was there watching the show, too, by glances and smirks at me while I was getting out the money.

We finally all drifted off to sleep, with Kiki between Fidel and me on the giant bed. I was awakened about 6 AM, just as the dawn broke and light began to filter into our sliding-glass doors to the balcony (we always leave the drapes open in hotel rooms) - as I slowly came "to" I discovered that Fidel was on top of my wife AGAIN - he was kissing her and 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 even hesitate, 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's cunt with my own hands - for the next several days, he often mounted her and then waited, staring over at me, until I got down and fingered her pussy, then used my hand or hands to guide his cock into her twat. Even though I am not bi and not interested in sex with other men, this was a special thrill to me (which surprised me, somewhat). For the next three days, we were with Fidel except when he was working. The sex was wonderful for Kiki and I was managing some great cums from just jacking off. When Fidel was working I sneaked a few fucks with Kiki, but I did not even try to fuck her while he was with us. He spent each night with us the rest of our vacation there.

Friday afternoon, we went out to visit Fidel at the Hyatt Regency health club/gym - he was glad to see us, and even introduced us to some of the young men who worked for him there. There were not many guests using the facilities 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 have some more of your wife's pussy, do you?", and chuckled. I waited out front with several young Aruban employees and a couple of guests. The employees seemed to enjoy my embarassment, while the hotel guests looked uncomfortable and tried to avoid looking straight at me. In about 20 minutes, Fidel and Kiki returned through the door. She was looking down at her feet, as Fidel led her back to me, but did manage to glance up and give me a big grin and a wink. Fidel made a point of saying, right in front of the others in the gym room, "You sure married a hot piece of ass, Bob", as we left out the door. That Fidel did manage to have a certain knack about him for knowing how to provide maximum titillation for a couple like Kiki and me. We had a long visit one early evening in our hotel room while waiting for Kiki to shower and fix her hair and Fidel was quite open about his enjoyment of blonde Americans, most especially married sluts whose husbands had a voyeuristic streak. He told me that he was on the "hunt" quite often among the tourists, but was 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 the trip 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 failed to mention that Fidel was 27 years old when we met him. We were taken around the northwest perimeter of the island, dragging lines, but didn't manage to find anything much (only catch was some kind of weird-looking deep-sea creature that we threw right back). Fidel and Kiki and I drank quite a bit of beer and began to be bored with the fishing effort and lack of action. Fidel pulled Kiki out of her chair and pushed her to bend over the backrail of the boat, then pulled her bikini bottoms off and fingered her. I noticed the young boy watching intently and the captain glancing back from the flying bridge above and forward. Fidel told me to come over and lick her pussy for him, and I did, kneeling down 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 I moved backward, still on my knees - Fidel, now nude and sporting nearly a foot of throbbing hard black meat (hell, it looked like a short black baseball bat in a way), stepped up and put the mushroom head of his cock right 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 knowing others were watching in broad daylight on the boat - I swallowed hard and 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 I felt the front of my hand touch Kiki's juicy cuntlips, spread w-i-d-e around Fidel's cock. Then I moved back and began jacking off - I almost let myself cum when Fidel began cumming in her, but was glad I had waited then because I got extra thrills when Fidel yelled at the boat captain, who had just finished anchoring the boat (about a half-mile off the coast of the island), and he came down to the kinky little slut I have married and dropped his trousers and began fucking my wife's cum-filled snatch, hard and fast. He didn't take long to cum and pulled back, with a strand of cum and cuntjuice connection his retreating cock and my wife's hot slut cunt until it finally broke. The young boy then took 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 American fucktoy pig, Fidel told me to clean her up by licking her and to spend some time licking her asshole. I got down on my knees behind her and licked her for all I was worth, managing to give her one hard cum as I did it. When Fidel pulled me back this time, he told me he wanted her asshole, so I guided his cockhead between her asscheeks and up to her tiny little pink-brown asshole. He worked it slowly, getting the head up inside her and then waiting for her to adjust to the size before he began giving her more of his cock. He would give her about an inch or so and then pause, letting her rectum relax around the cock, then give her another inch. As big as that man was and without any added lube at all 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 humping gently. Fidel finally got his entire cock up her butt, his big black sack and balls right up touching her flesh. It was pretty incredible to watch and that was when I finished jacking myself off and spilled my own semen onto the deck of the boat. Fidel did cum up her ass and he did have me lick her sore, spread asshole (it stayed open, gaping, for a while after he pulled out of her - really an amazing sight) as her cum leaked back out of her rectum, through her anus.

Saturday night, and then again Sunday night, Fidel let me fuck my own wife along with him. We sandwiched her between us, taking turns being on the bottom (laying face-up) with cock in her cunt, and being on top of her (she was facing down onto the man beneath her) with cock up her tight asshole. She took it all very well and had the time of her young life (up to that point, at least) sexually.

Our only regret was that Fidel had not used rubbers on her - when we asked him to after that first experience out on the beach, he said he didn'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 her period (dreading the thought of an abortion, but reconciled to the necessity of one) and were relieved when it finally arrived, two weeks late, after our return home. We also worried until our health tests came back clear. We do urge other couples like us to practice "safer sex" and we do work harder now at that, always thinking back to what risks we took during that vacation in Aruba.

Post Script: We stayed in touch with Fidel by telephone after our return home to Oklahoma. In September he quit his job with Hyatt and moved to Michigan to attend school. He flew down from Michigan to visit us in our home for a week in mid-December of 1991 (we all had another great time and this time he did use rubbers when fucking my slut wife). We have since lost track of him, but hope he calls us again someday.