Max and Ren broke out laughing as soon as they saw each other. Liesel and Max were waiting in the lobby when Ami and Ren walked up. The two women looked at each other trying to figure out what was going on.
"We should have known," Ren said.
"It makes perfect sense," Max agreed.
"What?" the two women asked in unison, both totally confused by the conversation their husbands were having.
"Max and I met in the bar earlier today," Ren explained.
"We both knew our wives had found new friends, we just didn't know who," Max continued.
They all laughed at the serendipity of it all, and headed to Max's car for the trip to the restaurant.
The restaurant was perfect, sitting high on a cliff overlooking the harbor. They sat at a table beside the old fort wall with a perfect view of the setting sun sinking into the ocean.
They decided to swap, so to speak, with Ren and Liesel sitting side-by-side and Max and Ami together. The two women were across from each other.
Max and Liesel were regulars at the restaurant, and all the wait staff knew them.
"Do you like seafood?" Max asked them both.
"We love it," Ami said.
"Good. Then if you'll trust me, we'll order our favorite. It's not on the menu. It's something Liesel came up with one day, and the staff has been serving it to us ever since. It's a seafood platter with basically every item on the menu, plus a couple of grilled lobsters thrown in for good measure."
"Sure, sounds great," Ren said.
They ordered drinks. First they tried something called a Blue Octopus, which was made with the local liqueur Blue Curacao. It wasn't bad and actually had a kick to it. Next, they moved on to the Orange Julius, but not the kind you had as a kid. This one also featured the local liqueur, but this time the orange variety. After that one, they were all feeling pretty good.
Ami asked questions about the history and culture of the island. She and Ren both admitted they were not very knowledgeable about the Dutch, other than being the home of Anne Frank, an active drug culture and the world-famous Red-Light District.
Over lobster, squid, shrimp, octopus and fish, Liesel and Max were able to flesh out their education about the Netherlands and, in particular, Curacao, which was much like a second home to them.
Max asked Ren about his diving trip that morning.
"We dove a couple of great reefs," he said. "First, we went to Kokomo Beach, which I don't think has anything to do with the Beach Boys song, and then headed over to Snake Bay, where I saw a huge moray eel and a couple of lionfish."
"Are you going again tomorrow?" Max asked.
"Yeah, I've got it all set up. Why? Do you want to go?"
"I would, actually," Max said. "I was planning to dive on this trip. Lately, it seems I've haven't had time because I'm usually so busy when I come down here. We should see if the guide will take us to the Water Factory. The reef right next to the desalination plant is teaming with fish, and we might see some turtles."
"Awesome! We need to be at the dive shop by 8:30 a.m. Will that work?"
They ordered after dinner drinks with Max and Ren opting for spiked coffee drinks, and the two ladies selecting aperitifs.
"While the boys are looking at fishes, do you want to hang out at the beach again, Ami?" Liesel asked.
"Sure!" Ami said perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
With the subject of the "beach" broached, Ren couldn't help himself.
"So, Liesel, I understand you gave Ami a real hand at the beach this morning."
Max, who was taking a sip of his coffee, snorted and almost spilled it all over himself.
"Yes," Max said, getting into the spirit of things. "I heard they hit it off with quite a bang."
"Come now, Max, we mustn't begrudge their fun in the sun."
"Far be it from me to lift a finger to stop them," Max replied.
Both women gave their men withering stares, but they couldn't keep the pose for long before they started laughing, and then everyone was cracking up and joining in the double entendres.
"You have to admit, Liesel, it was pretty hot out there, huh?" Ami said with a wink.
"It certainly was. You were positively dripping. I'm worried, though, that those beautiful breasts of yours might have gotten a little sunburned. If you need me to come over tonight and rub some lotion on them, I'll be glad to help because that's just the kind of friend I am."
"That's very kind of you," Ami said. "How can I ever repay you?"
"I have a couple of good ideas, she said with a wink, and under the tablecloth, she placed her hand on the inside of Ren's thigh.
With the ice officially broken, the subject turned more directly to sex.
Ami and Ren learned that not only were Max and Liesel swingers, but they also had an open sexual relationship.
"You mean you both openly sleep with other partners aside from swinging?" Ami asked slightly shocked.
"Yes," Liesel said. "Unlike you prudish Americans, Europeans aren't as hung up on sex. We've found that having an open relationship enhances our sex life together."
"But don't you get jealous?" Ren asked.
"I'm confident that Liesel loves me," Max said, looking over at his wife as she took his hand in hers. "We have a mutual trust that's based, not on possession, but on love."
"I won't say we never feel a tinge of jealousy," Liesel said, "but we are open enough to talk to each other about it, and frankly, if one of us becomes uncomfortable with the other's relationship, then we end it."
"Last year," Max continued, "I was seeing a beautiful young college student who we met at a party. She liked to be dominated, which is one of my, umm, turn-ons, if you will. Liesel actually prefers to dominate rather than be dominated, so this student was fulfilling a need for me. I loved how she wanted me to tie her up, spank her and fuck all of her holes. She was quite addictive," he said, a little chagrined.
"A little too addictive for me," Liesel said, with a quick smile to her husband. "I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the time Max was spending with Laurel, and I told him so."
"I ended it the very next day," Max said. "Liesel is too important to me to risk over some stunningly attractive, sexually exquisite, delightfully submissive young woman," he said, smiling broadly as Liesel punched him the arm across the table.
"Fine!" she said. "We get it!" But her smile said she wasn't really angry at her husband's reminiscence about the "perfect" Laurel.
"But what happens when only one of you has someone else?" Ami asked.
"Oh, that happens occasionally," Max said. "Liesel hooked up with a young Sudanese boy awhile back, and I had just come off an unsatisfactory relationship with the wife of a friend."
"Ahh, Jean Paul," Liesel said with a distant gaze. "He was no boy. He had the longest, thinnest dick I've ever seen. It was almost 30 centimeters long, but only as big around as a broom handle. The only way I could take all of him was down my throat. He was too long to fit in my pussy or my ass."
Ren shifted in his seat. His growing erection was trapped at an awkward angle in his pants, and he was trying desperately to relieve the bind.
Suddenly, he felt Liesel's hand in his crotch, adjusting his package. She leaned over at the same time and whispered seductively, "Let me give you a hand."
Stunned but very turned on, he grinned sheepishly at her and mouthed "thanks." As he turned to Ami, he saw her watching him knowingly.
"I see she's giving you a hand too," she said with a smile that both women shared.
"When Liesel and I have other partners, we share those adventures with each other," Max said. "They make our lovemaking even more exciting."
"That's right," Liesel agreed. "I remember while I was seeing Jean Paul, I had told Max about his long thin dick and how I could only take half of it. The next time we made love, I found out that Max had gone out and bought a long thin vibrator. He shoved as much of it as he could up my ass and then fucked me like there was no tomorrow."
"The vibration coming through that thin wall was incredible," Max said dreamily.
Ami and Ren shared a glance. Neither could believe how open the other couple was about their sexual activities.
As if reading their minds, Liesel asked, "Are we scaring you?"
Before Ren could say anything, Ami blurted out, "We want to fuck you!"
Everyone sat in stunned silence for a second before Ren said, "Well, OK, then. I guess that answers that question." Everyone broke into laughter, including Ami, who suddenly realized what she had done and was slightly mortified.
She looked over at Ren to make sure she hadn't misread him, but the look of lust in his eyes confirmed that they were on the same page.
They piled into the car to head back to the hotel, but everyone knew where the night was really headed.
They had barely left the parking lot before Ren slipped his hand up Ami's thigh, raising her short skirt and massaging her literally soaked panties. Ami shifted lower in the seat to give him better access.
He leaned in closer to her as she spread her legs open for him and whispered, "Are you sure about this?"
Reaching into his lap to stroke his growing bulge, she whispered back, "Can't you tell? Are YOU sure?"
"Can't you tell?" he whispered back grinning.
"So," Ami said to the couple in the front of the car, "How does this work exactly?"
Liesel turn in the front seat to look back them, her eyes pausing only momentarily on Ren's hand that was gently fingering Ami's pussy.
"Well," she said, "normally, the man inserts his penis into the woman's vagina ..."
