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KiKi Wife
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 19 or 20), 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
without 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.
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