Brasserie turned out to be around the corner, so they didn’t have far to go. It was a very cozy place, reminiscent of an English pub with its wood wall paneling, but that’s where the similarities to England ended. The menu was an eye opener of impossible choices, so they ordered everything that struck their eye: crispy fish cakes made with garden purslane, smoked lemon, smoked blackened local bilimbi remoulade; a smoked fish dip of avocado, cherry tomato & garden radish salad, charred lemon, with a grilled country baguette; Captain Lindo McGowan rainbow runner ceviche, a Cayman tomato aguachile, local cucumber, seasoning peppers, red onion, cilantro, and island crisps; an unbelievable Brasserie grilled cheese made with soft brie, white truffle, and spicy Cayman tomato jam. Even though they had already ordered more than enough, Zach couldn’t resist and ordered the charcuterie platter, comprised of Serrano ham, chorizo Iberico, lomo Iberico, gran bavarese, aged manchego, raschera, greek olives, brasserie honey, spicy walnuts, and grilled sourdough. Krista chose a 2017 Marlborough Ponga Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand’s south island to wash everything down with.
By the time they gave up trying to eat any more, they had finished a second bottle of wine and had a large doggie bag of leftovers to take with them. Susan insisted on a taxi to the bank and Zach and Krista waited in the taxi while she went in, returning 10 minutes later, a big smile on her face.
“There’s that’s settled,” she said as she got in the taxi and they headed back to the resort.
“I am so stuffed,” Krista said when they got back to the bungalow, collapsing onto the sofa. “That was a great lunch.”
“I’d like to talk to the two of you, if you don’t mind,” Susan said, taking a seat facing the sofa where Zach sat next to Krista. “I never imagined myself in the situation that I find myself in, but it is what it is and I’ve had to face that reality. Someone, most likely my own son, is trying to kill me. He’s already tried once and he failed, thanks to the two of you. Since then, you’ve protected me, taken me in like family. I can’t even begin to thank you, so I won’t try. What I have done, though, is this,” she said, handing each of them a fat envelope with Cayman National Bank embossed on one corner.
“Susan!” Krista gasped when she opened her envelope and saw the fat stack of $100 bills. “There must be…”
“$10, 000,” Susan said. “As thanks and to also make sure that you have some pocket money.”
“Pocket money!” Krista exclaimed, then burst out laughing.
“What’s this?” Zach asked, holding up a black VISA debit card, identical to the one that he had seen Susan use, only this one had his name on it.
“I have one, too,” Krista said, looking at it after getting it from the envelope.
“I’ve added the two of you to my account at the Cayman National Bank,” Susan explained. “That way… well, if something should happen to me, it will be yours without any legal obstacles. I have nobody else.”
“We’re not going to let anything happen to you, Susan,” Krista said firmly.
“Is this really a black card?” Zach asked.
“What do you mean?” Susan asked.
“It sure looks black to me,” Krista said.
“No limit?” Zach asked.
“Account balance limit,” Susan replied, nodding and smiling. “We’re going to have expenses for the next few months. They might be… extreme. I don’t want you to feel as though you have to turn to me every time. That wouldn’t be fair to you. You’ve abandoned and endangered your lives to help me. This way, whatever is needed, you’ll have the ability to deal with it without having to look to me. Besides, if I didn’t trust you implicitly, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
“We were just talking about that the other day,” Krista said, “about how much we feel as though we can trust one another.”
“Well, then,” Susan said, getting to her feet. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Not by yourself, you’re not,” Krista said, getting to her feet, followed by Zach.
The afternoon turned into a kaleidoscopic melange of sex, Zach finding himself with a mouthful of one pussy or the other and a mouth or a pussy on his cock, and when he was gratefully resting, he enjoyed watching Krista and Susan eating each other.
“What shall we do for dinner?” Krista finally asked as the sky went through its magnificent color changes as the sun set, something that they could see from the bed.
“I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m really perfectly content to just stay in and munch on the leftovers from lunch,” Susan said. “I’m just exhausted for some reason.”
“Yeah, I can’t imagine why,” Zach said, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t mind,” Krista said. “There are some bottles of wine in the refrigerator. We can open one of them. At least that way we don’t have to get dressed.”
They opted for a bottle of Cakebread Cellars Chardonnay, which while very buttery and oaky, was delicious, though it did overpower some of the food.
“Let’s put Zach in the middle,” Krista suggested when they finished eating and decided to call it a night, going to the bedroom. “That way it’ll be easier to take turns using him during the night.”
“I guess a guy’s gotta be good for something,” Zach grumbled, a big smile on his face.
* * * * *
Waking up in the morning just as the sun was beginning to pink the morning sky when Susan got up to go to the toilet, Krista intercepted her when she returned before she could get back into bed.
“Let’s go watch the sunrise from the patio,” Krista suggested in a whisper.
“Oh, that sounds nice,” Susan agreed, following her to the patio.
“Why don’t you sit here and I’ll eat your pussy?” Krista suggested, steering Susan into one of the comfortable chairs facing the ocean.
“Do you think that it’s okay to do this here?” Susan asked, looking around as Krista lifted her legs and hung them over the arms of the chair, then pulled her forward until her ass was right on the edge, her pussy spread wide open.
“Nobody’s crazy enough to be up at this hour,” Krista said as she leaned forward and sank her tongue into Susan’s pussy. “Mmm, I can still taste Zach’s cum. How nice.”
Susan sat sprawled in the chair watching the sky’s colors changing as Krista ate her pussy, thinking that it was the most sublime moment of her life.
“Uh, good morning, ladies,” Michael said as he approached the edge of their patio, causing Susan to gasp, her face flushing.
“It most certainly is,” Krista replied, not the least bit discomfited at being caught, leaning back so that he had an unobstructed view of Susan’s spread pussy. “If you don’t mind me being blunt, the only thing missing is a cock for her to suck while I eat her pussy.”