As the Sun went down over the Caribbean Sea, my wife Alexa and I strolled down the main tourist drag in Oranjestad, Aruba. The brutal heat of the day had started to die down and it was a pleasant evening in the low 70s, with no humidity. Compared to the 15 degree weather we were having in Connecticut, this was heaven.
We walked arm in arm, with Alexa leaning on me a bit - we were both a bit tipsy from an afternoon of cocktails by the pool. She looked beautiful, dressed in a low cut dark blue t-shirt that hugged her tightly around the hips, short white shorts, and these little high heeled flip-flops that gave her legs a sexy, toned look to them. She would have looked good in a baggy sweatsuit. At 31, she had the compact body of a college student, with a gorgeous ass, wonderful hips, and perky B-cup breasts.
We stopped at a little mojito bar to grab a quick bite. The place had the appearance of the kind of bar that could get crazy later in the evening. The female bartenders were certainly easy on the eyes, and it was a matter of time before Alexa noticed my wandering eyes and called me out. "Eyes here, you casanova wannabe", she said with a devilish gleam in her eye, "you know, I'd make some comments about some of the guys that work here, but I bet you'd like that too much."
She had a point. For the last two years, I'd been trying to get her to come around to the idea of an MFM threesome. We'd had some out of this world sex sessions fantasizing about it, but she was hesitant to go for the real thing. I tried as best as I could to play it cool and hope she'd come around, knowing that this type of thing absolutely can't be forced. That said, I was hoping things might fall my way on this trip.
It had been a quiet week in Aruba, but to our surprise, after a few drinks at the mojito bar, we couldn't help but noticed a steady parade of what appeared to be college-aged American guys walking past. We noticed they seemed to be headed to this dive called "The Local Store". Being a little tired of hanging out in quiet bars all week, we decided to investigate. When we arrived, it was very much a scene out of a Spring Break movie. It turned out that there was a US Navy ship docked up at the port, and the crew had the night off for some R&R.
After hanging for a while and entertaining ourselves at the antics of the dozens of desperate bros trying to procure the few female shipmates at the bar, I noticed a group of younger sailors catching a look at Alexa as she walked past them to the Ladies Room. After she went in, I jokingly cracked, "Like what you see there, boys?"
"You're a lucky man, what can I say?" Came the reply from one of them. It was said in a genuine way, nothing pervy or abusive about it. He pulled up a chair and introduced himself as Blake, a 19 year old who had only been in the service for 10 months. We made some small talk for a few minutes until Alexa returned, where I gave Alexa and Blake an official introduction. Blake's friends headed over to the bar to wait in the impossibly long line for drinks, while we continued a little buzzed small talk with our new military friend.
Eventually, Blake couldn't help but complement my wife directly on how she looked. Alexa blushed a little bit and thanked Blake for the nice words. "How old do you think she is, Blake?" I asked.
"Hmmm - I'd say about 24," came the response. She cackled with delight as she got to share her actual age.
"Holy shit," Blake said. "You're doing something right."
"Blake! Shots! Get over here!" Shouted one of his buddies from the bar.
