The Sights of Santo Domingo

by Edward Keaton

Reaching into the fridge, I pulled out a cold bottle of El Presidente, the local brew of the Dominican Republic. I locked the bottle opener under the cap (no sissy twist-tops down here) and flicked it off with a pop. The night was still quite warm, but a pleasant Caribbean sea breeze stirred the air. Brenda had gone into town to pick up some food, so I sauntered out to the patio and plunked down in one of the chaise longues. All I wanted to do was relax for a while and watch the waves ripple up to the shore.

I was in Santo Domingo working on temporary assignment for an American contracting company. A local bank had an ancient record-keeping system by U.S. standards, and I was helping them to computerize it. Since we worked long hours, usually fifty to sixty hours a week, the company had rented a beach house just outside the city where we could go for some R&R. Knowing that Brenda was coming down to visit me, I had worked two weeks straight without a break in order to take a much-needed long weekend at the beach house.

The expansive tile patio surrounded a small swimming pool, extending along the entire back of the house and wrapping around the side. The chaise that I had plunked down into was close to the house and half-faced our next-door neighbor’s patio. The patio lights were off and I was sitting in the shadows. I had just drawn a swig of cold brew when I noticed Inez, our neighbor, leaning against the wooden railing of her patio. I had met her and her husband, Roberto, when we arrived the day before. They were both very friendly, and welcomed us to the neighborhood. Roberto owns a factory in Santiago, and they had rented their beach house for a week’s vacation.

Just watch her, I thought, right as I was going to say hello to Inez. I figured I would just enjoy the sight of her for a moment instead. Inez is a breathtaking Dominican beauty. Her skin is the color of light chocolate and shows not the slightest blemish. She possesses a beautifully trim body that she shows off with revealing tops and short dresses, like the one she was wearing that night. I watched her as she stood at the railing, looking out at the blue-green ocean, the wind teasing her long, dark, almost black hair. The hem of her short sundress flipped about her smooth thighs. Just watching her was getting me excited. I took another swig of beer.

After a couple of minutes, Roberto came out of the house. He was dressed in jeans, but no shirt, exposing his broad, muscular chest. He was a bit darker than Inez, with an elegant and handsome face.

Roberto came up behind Inez and put his arms around her waist. Inez nestled her head back against his shoulder. He mumbled something in Spanish and I heard Inez respond, “Sí.” I had my beer almost to my lips when Roberto pulled the straps of Inez’s dress down, exposing her beautiful round breasts. Their house was high enough that they would be difficult to see from the beach. But our patio was higher than theirs, and I had a perfect view. Between the glow from the almost-full moon and the light from the beach house, I could see every detail. Inez’s taut, dark nipples stood out invitingly. Roberto’s hands went up to Inez’s breasts, and my beer went back down to my lap.

Roberto kissed and nibbled at Inez’s neck while he played with her nipples. “Oh, sí,” she murmured. Her breasts heaved with building passion under Roberto’s talented hands. She turned her head around and their lips met in a long kiss. I wondered if Roberto’s cock was as hard as mine was. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Roberto mumbled something else, and Inez obligingly dropped to her knees. She rubbed the bulge in Roberto’s pants playfully for a moment before unzipping his fly and pulling out his engorged member. Though my eyes were popping out of their sockets, I tried to remain perfectly still, lest my rickety chaise make some sound and give me away.

Inez lovingly caressed the length of Roberto’s cock with kisses. I heard her say “Que guapo”—how handsome. Then she took the engorged tip into her mouth and began sucking. Soon her head was bobbing back and forth, swallowing a goodly portion of his long sword. Roberto grabbed the railing for support. He had turned slightly and was almost facing me. I wanted to slink back deeper into the shadows, but I didn’t dare move. In the glow of their patio lights, it seemed as though he was looking right at me. I held my breath.

Inez took Roberto all the way in. He threw his head back in pleasure, emitting a muffled groan. Then she pumped on his cock some more as he moaned in ecstasy.

Another command from Roberto caused Inez to quickly stand up and pull her dress over her head, tossing it off to one side. Roberto shed his jeans as his wife removed her panties and leaned forward onto the railing, pushing her lovely round ass back at him. She rotated it against his naked groin.

Transfixed, I watched as Roberto entered Inez and began fucking her. I could see it all. Her dangling earrings glinted as they swung in rhythm to Roberto’s thrusts. My hand was automatically drawn to my rock-hard cock, and I began rubbing it through my shorts. It was achingly stiff, pushed to the straining point by the action next door.

Roberto’s hands found their way to Inez’s breasts again, and he played with her nipples as he ground into her. I guess Inez’s nipples were the key to her golden door, because she soon began gasping. She grabbed the railing and stifled a series of pre-orgasmic squeals. Roberto leaned over her, and they exalted through the throes of orgasm together.

When Roberto slowly pulled out, Inez turned in his arms. They kissed deeply for some time before making their way inside the house, leaving their clothes where they lay.

I finally let out a long breath. It seemed like the first one I had taken in quite a while. I hadn’t touched my beer since Roberto first exposed Inez’s lovely tits; now I raised it to my lips and drained it. I wished Brenda was there so I could bury my cock in her and quench the fire that had been stoked up inside me.

Just then, as if on cue, Brenda came bouncing through the front door, a bag of food in each arm. With my hard cock making a bulge in my shorts, I joined her in the kitchen. I watched her put the food away. Her trim, athletic body was clothed in a short denim skirt and a thin cotton top. Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders. Taking a cue from the local women, she had put on heels just to go food shopping. When she leaned over to put something on the lower shelf, I thought of Inez leaning over the patio railing, with Roberto pounding into her.

I came up behind her and put my hands on her firm breasts, my fingers zeroing in on her nipples. As usual, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I pushed my groin into her round ass. Brenda pulled away, playfully scolding me. “Not now. I’m busy.”

“Kiss me, Brenda,” I said as I followed her all around the kitchen.

“Now? What’s gotten into you? I thought you were tired.” She tried to pull away again, but I held her close.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” I responded. “Kiss me.” I cupped my hands around her face and pulled it to mine. We kissed deeply, our lips mashing, our tongues dancing.

“You are charged up, aren’t you?” she said. “I like it.” Her aquamarine eyes lit up.

I gently guided Brenda’s head down and she quickly took the hint. She slid my shorts over my hips, allowing my swollen cock to spring free. Brenda looked up at me for a moment with a coy smile and then went right to work, taking me into her warm mouth. She played her lips and tongue over my cockhead and glans, sending a white-hot tingling through my entire body. Then she gradually took in more of my cock until she was slowly and luxuriously pumping the full length. As I delighted in her ministrations, I pictured Inez sucking off Roberto. In a way, having Brenda pleasure me in this manner was like having Inez on her knees before me.

Between Brenda and visions of Inez and Roberto, I was as hot as a blast furnace. I felt like pushing everything off the counter with one swoop of my arm and laying her back on it, like you see in the movies, but reason prevailed and instead I led her over to the couch in the adjoining den.

Clothes went flying in all directions. Brenda lay back on the couch and I crawled on top of her. Her handful-size breasts looked particularly inviting, so I spent some time caressing them, kissing them, loving them. All the while, my mind played back images of Inez’s sexy breasts with their dark nipples. One hand strayed down to Brenda’s pussy and found it wet and soft. I had a taste for that tangy juice, so I slid down and dove in.

Brenda’s pussy was already a bubbling pot of passion. I lapped at the juice that coated her puffy labia. She moaned loudly as my tongue and lips played along the inside of her slit. Her fingers were rubbing through my hair, grabbing at it. When I ran my tongue around her red-hot button, her thighs clenched around my head. I love doing that to her, making her go wild with pleasure.

I kissed my way up her belly to her chest, then to her lips. I knew my wife could taste the remnants of her arousal on my lips. Brenda’s warm hand wrapped around my cock and guided it to her tunnel. After a few short thrusts, I slid all the way in.

I growled and Brenda sucked in a sharp, loud breath. My cock was surrounded by undulating pussy as I backed it almost all the way out, then plunged in again. We fucked slowly for a long time, our lips melding, our tongues dancing, our hips moving in unison. At first I had wanted to turn Brenda around and fuck her from behind, like Roberto had done with Inez, but now I was lost in my building passion.

Brenda was breathing hard, emitting a high-pitched gasp now and then. I thrust harder, more furiously. Her lips had already begun quivering when I ran my thumb back and forth briskly over her hardened nipple. That sent her over the edge into a powerful orgasm that shook her entire body.

My cock had a mind of its own as it pumped, like a superheated piston, into Brenda’s excited pussy. “Yeah, babe,” she said. “Let it go.” Her cunt muscles grabbed at me, stroking me as I pumped into her. Finally I exploded in pulsing waves, and my sweaty body simply collapsed on top of her.

Afterward, as we snuggled on the couch, I told Brenda about the whole remarkable incident I had witnessed. “No,” she said in disbelief. “Right there on the patio?”

“Yes. And it was the strangest thing. I was hidden by the shadows, but it’s almost as if they knew I was watching them.”

We looked at each other and said in unison, “Probably not.”

The next day we met Roberto and Inez as we strolled on the beach. “Buenos días,” I greeted. Inez looked even more sexy and alluring to me, after my having seen her in action last night.

“Buenos días, como está?” Roberto responded. And then in pretty good English he said, “You had a good night, I trust. The view from the patio is beautiful, is it not?” Was that a twinkle in his dark eyes?

“Yes, very beautiful,” I responded as we continued in our separate directions. Brenda and I looked at each other. “Highly unlikely.”

That evening I thought a lot about Roberto and Inez, and hoped that they would put on another show. I kept checking the patio, but it was dark and quiet. Brenda, meanwhile, kept shooting me that are-you-sure-you-didn’t-dream-it-all-up look. She was wearing a sexy, short sundress with spaghetti straps that occasionally slipped off her petite shoulders.

Brenda had sprawled out on the couch in the den to watch an old Clark Gable movie on cable TV. I headed out to the patio and heard Inez call to Roberto. She was wearing a tiny red bikini and looked as if she was ready for a swim. Roberto, who was also wearing a swimsuit, appeared holding two drinks and gave one to Inez. They walked over to two poolside chairs, Roberto apparently teasing Inez about something. My Spanish wasn’t good enough to tell exactly what they were saying, and the gentle rolling of the waves drowned out most of their conversation, anyway. Suddenly Roberto leaned over and kissed Inez. She protested, but not much, and Roberto pulled her over to his chair.

They began to kiss passionately, sitting sideways on Roberto’s chair and facing me. After much caressing, Roberto’s hand went down to Inez’s breast, which he fondled through the bikini top. Inez then pushed Roberto back down on the chair and lay on top of him. When Roberto undid Inez’s top, I knew the show was on.

Not wanting to move—I was standing beside the doorway, again hidden in shadow—I called as quietly as I could to my wife. Brenda seemed reluctant to leave her movie, but she got up and came over. “There, I told you,” I whispered, and motioned over to our neighbors. By now, Roberto and Inez had resumed their positions sans clothing and were kissing wildly.

Brenda eyed the undulating bodies. “I don’t believe it,” she whispered. “This is too good.”

I put my arms around her tiny waist and whispered, “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”

Inez drew herself up on her knees, hovering above Roberto momentarily, and guided his cock to her waiting sex. She bobbed once, twice, three times, and then took him all the way in. Roberto groaned as Inez began riding him slowly. At first she was hunched over, her body beautifully curved with her breasts pressed against his chest. Soon, however, she raised herself up and braced her hands on his chest, maintaining the same controlled pace. Last night was a quick, hot pounding affair, but tonight was to be sensuous and sustained.

Brenda was transfixed, watching the beautiful couple. Her lips were parted and she licked them with the tip of her tongue. Almost unconsciously, my hands slipped under her top and found their way to the soft comfort of her breasts. I squeezed them and rolled my fingers around her hardened nipples. I kissed the back of Brenda’s neck and traced wet circles on it with my tongue.

My hard cock pressed against her ass as I worked a hand down inside her shorts to the furry wetness between her legs. She pushed back on it. “Let’s fuck while we watch them,” Brenda said. She turned and planted a wet, amazingly hot kiss on my lips. We slid out of our clothes as silently as we could. The warm ocean breeze danced over our naked bodies in the moonlight.

Just beside us was a lounge chair with no arms. It was close to the edge of the patio, but still obscured in shadow. I sat down on the edge and Brenda straddled me. We still had a clear view of Roberto and Inez. We were more exposed now, but neither of us cared. “Just like them,” I whispered. Brenda smiled in agreement.

Brenda put her hands on my shoulders and lowered herself onto my waiting cock. She was primed and wet, and I slid past her puffy lips easily. “This is so great,” she whispered into my ear, her eyes glued on our neighbors as she rode me with rhythmic strokes. I was so hot, watching Inez ride Roberto’s cock as Brenda’s cunt rode up and down on mine, that I was almost ready to explode right then.

Roberto had raised up into a sitting position, and he kissed Inez’s breasts as they continued their ascent to the pinnacle of excitement. At times we could hear them above the ocean sounds, grunting and breathing heavily as they fucked with increasing intensity, their pool chair creaking.

Brenda was in a world of her own. She sat straight up, rising and falling on my cock while mesmerized by our neighbors. Then, quite suddenly, she let out a little yelp and began convulsing in orgasmic release. She threw her head back and ran her hands through her long tresses as she came. Watching her got me even hotter, but I didn’t want our lovemaking to end just yet. I pulled back from the brink.

Roberto and Inez, meanwhile, were going at it furiously. Did they know that we were watching? I still wasn’t sure. Either they just didn’t care or they were putting on quite a show for us.

Even after blasting through her first orgasm, Brenda hadn’t missed a stroke. But now she curled over me like Inez had done with Roberto. Her firm breasts felt wonderful against my chest. We kissed deeply, letting our tongues probe and twirl. The pressure in my balls began building again, and I knew there would be no turning back. Brenda must have sensed it because she began rotating her hips as she pumped. That always gets me. I exploded, grabbing her ass roughly, growling, my eyes shut tight and my toes curling. As I pumped into her, Brenda came again, quivering and gasping. It was a long, satisfying orgasm for both of us.

It took a minute or two for reality to return. I looked out over the patio toward our neighbors’ house. Had they been able to see us? I don’t know. If they did, it was only fair because we had certainly seen plenty of them.

I was looking forward to seeing Roberto and Inez the next day. But we slept late that morning and they had already left to return to Santiago. Somehow I think that they knew all along. That’s what made it so exciting—for all of us.