2017 true sex story: Bahamas Vacation – Chapter 5
True Story, Black, Consensual Sex, Interracial, Male/Female
I had travelled to,the Bahamas after my fiancee’s death, on what was to have been our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon at the hotel and we have spent several days and nights together. We have been asked to dinner by one of Cinnamon’s friends.
Bahamas Vacation (5)
(Background: I took a trip to get away from memories after my fiancee’s, Debby’s, death. We had planned to be here, Nassau, Bahamas, on our honeymoon. I met Cinnamon, an employee at the hotel, when I checked in. We have spent the last three nights together. She had 2 days off. yesterday she was my tour guide in Nassau. Today we went fishing which she arranged with the husband of one of her co-workers. Her coworker and husband, our fishing guide, invited us over for supper.)
A little after 6 we got into Cinnamon’s car and drove away. We turned on a narrow road that went over a big hill. I cringed each time we passed a car going the other direction, because there were walls on each side and barely enough room for two cars. After we got down the other side of the hill, Cinnamon turned right and drove to near the end of a dead end street. She parked across the street from a house with dark green trim and lighter green stucco walls. We got out and walked across the street, a cement patio, and up a few steps to the porch. The smell of freshly baked bread was in the air. Cinnamon knocked on the door.
“Come on in,” a female voice came from deep inside the house.
We stepped in and Cinnamon called, “Hi, Holly!”
“Come straight back,” Holly said. “Robert will be back in shortly.”
We walked past a living room on the right, some bedrooms and a bathroom on the left. When we entered the dining room Holly came out from the kitchen. Holly was a tall, thin woman with sparkling eyes and a warm, welcoming smile.
“Take a seat. Everything’s ready. Robert is picking a few limes in the back,” Holly said looking at Cinnamon just before the back door slammed shut.
“Hello again,” said Robert. “Glad you could come.”
Holly went into the kitchen. Robert followed. They quickly returned with the meal. In one pan were the tails of the 4 crawfish, spiny lobsters, Robert had caught in the fish trap that afternoon. In another pan were several fried fish. There was a bowl of peas and rice and another bowl with what I soon learned was conch salad. Holly went back into the kitchen and returned with a loaf of bread. It still smelled fresh baked.
“The fish and crawfish were all caught by you today,” Holly said. “As fresh as you can get.”
We each took one of the crawfish.
Robert pointed at the fried fish with his fork said, “These are grunts, these are yellowtail, and these are pieces of the trigger fish.”
“Cinnamon, do you want to split a grunt and a yellowtail?” I asked.
She nodded her agreement. I took one, she took the other, each cut ours in half and shared. Everyone took some of the other dishes.
“Try putting a little lime on your fish,” Holly suggested passing the small bowl of cut limes to the side of the table Cinnamon and I were sitting.
I noticed that Holly would make eye contact with Cinnamon, but not me. If our eyes happened to meet Holly would immediately look somewhere else. I took it for shyness on her part because I was a stranger. I also began to notice that Cinnamon was acting a little nervous. She dropped her fork on the table a few times.
“Be careful of eating the part near the stomach portion of the fish,” Robert warned. “There are many small rib bones there.”
The fish was wonderful with just a bit of lime. The crawfish tail was also excellent with whatever seasoning Holly had used. The fresh bread was heavenly, it was still warm and very substantial. The peas, black-eyed peas, and rice was good. The conch salad was good also. It was flavored well, but the conch was a little chewy for my liking. During the meal we had a good conversation, but I sensed a nervousness or tension from all 3 of them. Also during the meal I heard a humming and at times grinding noise coming through the kitchen, but from outside the house. Maybe a neighbor was doing something outside.
“This is a pretty big house for the 2 of you,” I said.
“It used to be my parents house,” Robert said. “They are gone now. I grew up here with 2 sisters and a brother. My sisters got married to men from another of the islands. My brother got married and moved to another island to work in his wife’s family business. Just left the 2 of us here.”
The humming sound from outside intensified then ground to a stop. Robert got up, excused himself, and went through the kitchen out the back door. A few minutes later he came back in and sat down. We finished the meal.
“I’ll get dessert,” said Robert.
“I’ll help,” said Holly.
They left. We heard dishes and silverware. They came back each carrying 2 dishes of ice cream. They gave us each a dish and sat down. I tasted my ice cream. The ice cream was homemade and tasted very good.
“What flavor is this? I’ve never tasted this flavor before,” I said.
“It’s jelly coconut,” Holly responded, the first time she had spoken directly to me.
She looked away immediately. She looked at Cinnamon and Robert, then looked down. Cinnamon and Robert looked at her, then each other with a knowing expression. We finished our ice cream.
“Cinnamon and I will wash the dishes. Robert, you and Andy go out on the porch and talk,” Holly said without looking at me.
Cinnamon and Holly started gathering the dishes. Robert got up and motioned for me to follow. We walked out to the porch and sat down. Neither of us said anything for several minutes. I sensed Robert had something he wished to say.
“Thanks again for taking us fishing and for having us over for dinner,” I said.
“Glad to do it,” said Robert. “It’s nice to have other people around the house. It seems so empty at times.” After a short pause he continued, “Holly and I want to have children, but apparently I can’t. Something wrong with my sperm.”
There was sadness in his voice.
“We asked the doctor about artificial insemination, but it was too expensive. We looked into adoption, but it also was too expensive,” he explained. He again paused. “Holly and I have talked about other options.”
I wondered about what other options there might be.
Hesitantly Robert said, “We thought about asking one of our friends to have sex with Holly. However that might create problems in the future. Holly would see them around and feel guilty. And you know parental rights and such. We also want to keep this a secret. No one but Holly, myself, and the doctor know my issue. She could have sex with a stranger, but the thought of that made her feel like she would be a prostitute and there is the issue of disease.”
“There doesn’t seem leave any good options,” I said.
“Well, there might be one,” he said. “Would you be willing to try to get Holly pregnant?”
I was stunned and shocked with the abruptness of the question.
Robert explained his reasoning, “You wouldn’t be around to raise issues. She wouldn’t see you around. We would know who the father is if necessary. You are not just some random person, so Holly thinks she would be ok with this. Also I trust you would not tell anyone what happened.”
“I … I would need time to think about this,” I replied. “You know there would be no guarantee of pregnancy. Are you sure you would be fine with me having sex with your wife? Would she really be ok with that?”
“Holly said she would fine with this. She really wants a baby. It’s tearing her apart not to be able to have one. I hear the sadness in her voice. I see the pain in her eyes. I love my wife and I would do anything for her!” Robert replied.
“I understand,” I said. “I would need at least the night to think it over?”
“Certainly! I know it is an unusual and unexpected request,” Robert said. “I’ll have Cinnamon come out. It would be awkward if you came in. Holly has spoken to Cinnamon about this, so you can talk to her if you wish.”
Robert went back in. I realized now why Holly was acting the way she was. And why Cinnamon and Robert were nervous. Soon Cinnamon came out. We walked to the car in silence. I opened her door for her and shut it after she got in. I was still somewhat in shock about the request. I walked around to the passenger side. Do I talk to Cinnamon about this? I had only known her for a few days. I got in the car and we drove off. We didn’t speak for several minutes.
Finally Cinnamon said, “Is it all right if we go back to my apartment. We can talk there if you wish.”
We were silent during remainder of the ride. When we arrived we walked up to her apartment in silence. She fed Char, her cat, then we sat at her dining room table.
“What did Holly tell you?” I asked to get things started. “What did you know before tonight?”
“I know this was an unexpected request,” Cinnamon said. “I knew that Holly and Robert were looking for ways to have a baby. I didn’t know that they were going to ask you to try to be the father until Holly spoke to me after you and Robert went outside.”
“I don’t know how to process this,” I explained. “A man, a virtual stranger, asked me to have sex with his wife, another stranger. Now I am talking about it with you, someone I met 3 days ago. Someone for whom I am developing strong feelings.”
“I am developing strong feelings for you too,” Cinnamon said.
“Do you think I should do this? What would you think of me if I said yes?” I asked.
“Wow! You get right to it,” Cinnamon said. “I’ll answer your second question first. If you are going to do this just as a direct sperm donor to help them in this situation, I approve. If you are just looking for a way to have sex with someone, I disapprove. I would definitely think less of you for the latter decision.”
“Well, I wouldn’t do this just to have sex with someone,” I said. “That would be a very despicable thing to do. Do you think I should do this?”
“First, I can’t make this decision for you,” Cinnamon answered. “If it was me my first reaction would be to say no. This is definitely not a normal request. However, I know Holly quite well. She would make a wonderful mother. I’ve seen her around children at the hotel. From what I know about Robert, he would make a great father. There is definitely a moral component to this decision. Should one have sex with another man’s wife? Normally, no. But in this instance the husband is asking, no encouraging you to do it. There is a legal component. I would want to have some kind of signed agreement stating that you would have no financial commitment to the child and no parental rights. Then there is the emotional/mental factor. Would you be accepting of the fact that you have a child and would not have any part in their life?”
Mike says
Please more chapters. This is a beautiful story.