Caribbean Experience

"There, my lover," he said, as I sat, full impaled. "See how easy that was."

I waited, feeling his cock full inside me. I did my best to ignore the pleasant sensations, now coursing through my pussy. He found my lips, just as Nate had done, kissing me deeply, his tongue demanding I kiss him back. I loved his kisses; I couldn't deny that and soon I began to automatically move on his cock. He broke our kiss.

"This is good Senora. I like it when you do all the work," he said, placing his hands behind his head. "Fuck me; my American beauty queen."

"Sometimes you speak nicely to me, but then you get so crude and rough?" I complained, placing hands on his shoulders and speeding up my movements.

"You American woman come to our bars, looking to be treated like sluts for a night. So I treat you crude and rough. It's what you want. A hidden desire, treated harsh, like you'd never allow your husband to do," he said, again dropping his head to take my nipples between his lips.

I couldn't reply, his every touch now delighting me again. The rising sensations coursing through my body made me fearful there was truth in what he said. I loved my husband, but he would never treat me in such a domineering manner. I wouldn't allow it. Yet here I was...

"Oh, you weak, weak woman. What were you thinking letting Sue talk you into this," I berated myself, now moving with a steady rhythm. "You've got Nate, your beautiful, caring husband...You've always been faithful...and now..."

The problem was my body had entirely disengaged from my mind. Physically, our movements delighted me and I couldn't hide this fact. Gabriel clearly recognized this.

"Yessss, that's it my beautiful American housewife, fuck me like you know how," I heard, as he began to push back against me.

I sped up further, renewing my efforts. The sensations were rising again; and I'd not yet touched myself. Suddenly he stopped moving. I was briefly puzzled.

"Turn around," he ordered.

Showing far too much enthusiasm, I came off him and quickly turned, positioning myself for re-entry.

"Ha Ha!" He laughed. "The puta can't wait to have the cock back inside her."

I ignored the taunt. The position was familiar to me. I liked it; having done it with Nate and boyfriends. I located the slippery shaft and returned it to my pussy, welcoming him back, relishing his filling me again. I immediately resumed my movements.

Resting on my hands, my breasts swung freely in time to my movements. I heard him grunt his approval and knew he'd be looking down to where my pussy was swallowing his cock.

'"Oh yes Puta, you are doing so well," slapping my butt.

"I know what Puta means," I retorted angrily, continuing my efforts.

"Do you now," he said slapping me again.

"Yes! So please don't call me that."

"OK my lovely, Mrs. America," he said, reaching under to gather up my swinging breasts and for the first time controlling my movements. "Easy now. You are doing too well. Gabriel doesn't want to finish too soon."

"I want Gabriel to finish soon...I want to finish soon," I thought, while he continued to guide me, slowing my movements on him.

After a time, he trailed his hands back down to my hips, before one hand moved across my butt. I felt pressure on my back hole.

"No; not there," I gasped.

"Oh ho! I understand. No one has been there yet," he taunted. "Your husband has asked, but you have said 'No'. Now you are with a more demanding lover, who wants a tighter hole to fuck. Maybe now is the time for you to say 'Yes'."

To leave no doubt about what he meant he came out of me and tapped his cock on my rosebud. The truth was, I wasn't an anal virgin, having done it with more than one boy in College. However, not since.

"No! please! We can do it this way," I pleaded pushing a hand back between my legs to take his cock off him.

I again found my pussy and took him in, now squeezing my pussy muscles on his shaft.

"You see?"

"Hmm, that's more like it," he moaned in appreciation. "It's a little tighter. Like the young Senorita you used to be. Ok then; just use your tight pussy and we leave the little hole for another day. For now, I just tease it."

"Another day?" I thought in horror, as he ran his thumb around my butt hole. "Once I get out of this bedroom, there'll never be another day."

Now I gave it my best efforts. Taking him fully in, clamping my muscles and slowly withdrawing. I rotated my ass; changed angle; varied my speed; doing all I could. I didn't complain when he slapped my butt. I listened to his grunting and breathing. He began to take short sharp breath's, so I sped up. In and out, working his cock.

When he grabbed my hips to take control again, I knew he was close. I moved fingers to touch my pearl. My touch lit the spark, as it always did. A genuine moan of enjoyment escaped my lips and he laughed.

He began to fuck me in earnest, soon moving to breakneck speed. His cock swelled. I welcomed it, pushing back to meet every thrust, still working my pussy lips with fingertips. Finally, he slammed in one last time and the thought of this ugly, demanding Bull Elephant, emptying his balls, tipped me over the edge. My second orgasm flooded through me.

I rode out the ecstasy, with the ripples seeming to carry on and on. I'd never experienced that before and could not deny, sex with this bully was physically very satisfying.

However, once I calmed and the initial post-coital delight began to lessen, the guilt flooded back in. My deceitful body had let me down. I lay there with him still deep in me, rubbing hands across my smooth butt. A tear escaped down my cheek.

Eventually, when I felt him soften, I was able to move down and lay my head between his claves. He slipped out. I tried to shut out reality, but he would have none of that.

"Oh yes," he crowed. "That was good. You were very good. We are good together. No!"

I felt him dip a finger into my pussy then withdraw it. I wondered what he was doing when, without warning, he clamped a hand on my hip, held me in position and pushed the digit into my butt hole.

"Owww," I complained, taken completely unaware.

Holding me there, he proceeded to finger fuck my ass.

"Take it out, please," I pleaded, which saw him stop his poking, but leave it in me

"Another thing you won't allow your husband to do. Now you can say you've had something up your tightest hole; but not yet a cock. Next time the cock. A Venezuelan cock; in your tightest hole."

He pushed in and out a few more times, before extracting his finger. I slumped to the side; my humiliation complete.

"You're a pig for doing that. A pig!" I spat at him, which drew no sympathy.

"Stop your crying. You're not a virgin. You go to a bar looking for a real man, you return to his room, you fuck him, and you have two orgasms. One orgasm might be a mistake, but twice...? No mistake. You loved it! You loved going with the pig, but now you moan, because you had a finger in your asshole. Stop feeling sorry for yourself."

"Fuck you!" I swore at him, and angrily climbed off the bed.

Suddenly he grabbed my wrist again. For a brief second I was fearful that I'd raised his ire and he was about to demand still more of my body. To my relief he did not, merely continuing to taunt me.

"It's eleven o'clock. Go and find your slutty girlfriend," he said, again bringing a hand down hard upon my rump, before releasing his grip.

Once a safe distance away I turned.

"Is that what you think? I'm just some...some slut for doing this with you. Just another American puta."

This saw him laugh and then his face softened slightly.

"No, not at all. When you were in the toilet, at the bar, Marcos and I agreed. He goes with the slut; I go with the nervous one. The first timer. You had not come to the bar looking to fuck. I liked that; so, I pick you."

"Well, why treat me like shit."

"Hmph!" he scoffed. "I can't help that. It's how I am. You want to fuck again?"

"No! Certainly not," I shouted, aghast that he would even ask that, after all his taunting.

He laughed as I gathered my clothes.

"What am I dealing with?" I thought. "One minute he says he likes me, the next he denigrates me for the same reasons."

Clothes in my arms I walked naked to the bathroom. There, I attempted to clean myself, but my body reeked of sex. I ran the shower and bathed, taking care to keep my head clear of the water. I dried and dressed.

When I came out, I was relieved to see Gabriel was not in the lounge. However, neither was Sue. I was determined to leave. I opened the bedroom door and looked in. They had the light on, but all I could see were the soles of her feet, leg's splayed legs, with a black butt wedged between them. He was fucking her like a machine.

"Hurry up Sue," I called, causing the black butt to stop moving.

"Ok, ok! Jeeze Jess; I've got eight inches of black cock in me right now. Just give us ten more minutes," I heard her call and the movements immediately resumed.

I shut the door and sat down to wait. Ten minutes later Sue came out, naked, but carrying her clothes. She looked completely disheveled, like a woman who'd just been fucked multiple times.

"I need to use the bathroom then we'll go. Ok Jess?"

"OK," I replied, and she disappeared into the bathroom.

Within seconds Gabriel emerged. He was completely naked and his now flaccid hung there impressively. He continued his taunting.

"You still here Puta? You want to fuck again?" he said, picking up his limp cock and making a sexual gesture.

"No! I'm waiting for Sue. She's in the bathroom. We'll be gone soon."

"Marcos!" Gabriel called, opening the bedroom door.

The two of them exchanged words in French. Then Gabriel shut the door laughing.

"So! Two sailors, off two different yachts. Two married sailors from Georgia, US of A; looking for a night of adventure. Have you had your night of adventure Senora? Does your husband fuck you the way I just did? I think not!"

I was stunned and couldn't speak; in disbelief that Sue had given her one-night stand all that information about us? Now Gabriel knew far more about me than I would ever have wanted. He prompted me with his eyes.

"It's been an adventure and now I completely regret it," I answered honestly.

"Oh; that's too bad. Here I was thinking you might suck my cock some more," he said, again making the crude gesture. "Which is your yacht?"

"It...It's moored in the bay, but you have no need to know which one it is. We'll be leaving tomorrow on the evening tide."

"Will you now?"

"Fuck!" I thought. "Too much information, you stupid girl."

Just then, Sue emerged from the bathroom. She stopped when she caught sight of Gabriel.

"Oh my god Jess...Look at that thing. You must have had a good time, you naughty girl. You are a dark horse."

"A very good time. Two or three very good times was had by your friend, in many different positions," Gabriel crowed.

"Let's go Sue," I said, angrily, rising and heading for the door.

"Goodbye ladies," Gabriel called. "Safe sailing, on tomorrow's tide."

To my eternal relief we were back on the street. It was still crowded with people.

"How was that Jess? Didn't I tell you a bit of rough would clear the senses."

"He was rough alright. Quite unpleasant for the most part, really, although he could be..."

"Oh ho; you enjoyed it, you little sex machine. I can tell."

"Why did you tell them so much about us?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Marcos told you what we spoke of?" Sue answered, looking somewhat concerned.

"No, he spoke to Gabriel, who told me," I clarified.

"What did he say?" Sue asked wearily, as we walked along.

"You told him we were married, sailing on yachts. Yachts moored in the bay..."

"Oh that," she said dismissively. "That's no problem. They already knew we were married. You know me when I'm a little drunk. I tend to gabble on. We had to talk about something between him fucking me. Four times! My goodness Jess; four times! The man's a machine. I reckon we could have done five if..."

"Geeze Sue, I don't want to know. Let's just move along, meet the boys and get back to our boats. And no mention of meeting any men. None at all, OK!"

"Ok! Ok! No mention of big tough Caribbean men, who've just fucked us silly," she laughed.

"Sue!"

"OK! No mention."

Fortunately, Sue was good to her word and the story was we had shopped, gone to eat and merely chatted to each other, over dinner. Our husbands had caught a couple of fish each, so they were in good spirits. It was late and we were all tired and returned to our respective yachts.

Nate was not interested in any love making. Had he been he would have discovered me flooded with another man's cum, which would have caused a divorce. He went below and I was relieved as I sat on deck in the warm night air, reliving my dreadful experience of the evening just gone.

My jewelry, I thought suddenly recalling the items we'd removed.

I grabbed my purse and searched through it, my heart sinking. The rings and bracelet were gone. The bracelet purchase would come up on our credit card and the rings included my wedding ring.

"Oh god!" I exclaimed, fully aware that I would have to return to shore in the morning, to try and locate the ugly thief.

The next morning, we woke, I rose and went on deck. I had a mind to enlist Sue's help in returning to shore to help me locate Gabriel and my jewelry. However, when I looked across to Sue and Ben's yacht, I couldn't see it. I scanned the other yachts in the bay.

"Nate!" I called. "I think Ben and Sue have left."

"Oh! They must have sailed on the morning tide," my husband said coming on deck. "Funny that; they didn't say. Must have just woken early and gone; I suppose."

"They're lucky," I said.

"Well, we can't sail until late afternoon. What have we got for breakfast? You want to go ashore?"

"Yes, but I want to shop and you'll be bored!" I lied.

Nate agreed he would indeed be bored and said he'd prepare the yacht for departure. I went ashore and returned to the apartment, but couldn't get access to the building. I walked around looking for either of the men, but in the end had to give up.

"I'll have to think of some lie," I thought and returned to the yacht on the water taxi.

As we approached the yacht, I saw more people than merely Nate on board.

We got a little loser and my heart dropped to my knees.

"No!" I exclaimed out loud, throwing my hand to my mouth.

I was in disbelief. We were closing in on my yacht, where on the deck stood my husband, my lover and his black friend. For a brief minute I considered throwing myself into the sea. However, found I couldn't move from my seat. I was transfixed with fear. The taxi ferry parked beside my yacht. I had to get off.