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 "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 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 