The four of them relaxed and dozed around the pool after that, with June and Robert leaving them after a time for June’s scheduled massage with Devon. She gave Cynthia a lascivious wink as they made their way to the massage tents.
Cynthia had noticed a number of people paddle-boarding in the protected lagoon a short distance away. It looked like fun and Jim was quick to agree when she suggested they try it. They gathered up their things and made their way down to the beach area. It was beautiful, Cynthia thought, with soft powdery sand, the gentle lapping of the turquoise water on the strand, with leisurely swaying palms seeming to whisper to them under the soft tropical breeze.
They could see that the beach contained numerous loungers, many of which were occupied by ‘beach-loving’ couples. Cynthia knew that she and Jim preferred the pool area most of the time, but the beach was always nice for a walk or to try something like this. As well as the loungers and tiki umbrellas, numerous four-poster cabana-type structures were placed a short distance back from the water. They were basically king-size beds with light cream-coloured curtains and a fabric canopy to protect the occupants from the hot sun. Cynthia could see that some were occupied, again with women much like herself, middle-aged but needing black cock, and that’s what they were getting in those sheltered beds. She could hear the moans and shrieks of pleasure and, between the shifting windswept curtains, she caught glimpses of firm black behinds pounding up and down between spread white legs.
A rustic-looking wood shanty with a palm frond roof was set up with paddleboards and equipment leaning against the walls. A couple of attendants were behind the counter, ready to help. Jim and Cynthia approached and the two young men were quick to provide advice and guidance since this was the couple’s first time trying such a thing. Feeling they were ready, Cynthia picked up her board and paddle as Jim did the same.
“I’ll be right with you, honey. Just go ahead. They just need to know our room number,” Jim said as Cynthia watched him turn back and speak to the two young men as she walked towards the lagoon.
Down on the shore, Cynthia was careful as she followed the instructions she’d been given in launching her paddleboard. Jim seemed to take longer than she’d expected just to give those attendants their room number, but he was quick to join her in the shallow water nonetheless. They both had trouble with their balance at first, making them laugh at the other’s struggles as they fought to keep upright. Soon enough, they got into the swing of things and ventured out a bit further into the calm turquoise waters of the protected lagoon.
Cynthia loved it, loved the feel of the soft ocean breeze on her skin, her hair blowing behind her as she made her way gracefully across the water, Jim close at hand. She glanced back towards the beach, seeing the resort laid out beyond. She loved the towering palms, swaying gently like a hypnotist’s watch, making her feel like she wanted to stay her forever. The thought of having access to an endless supply of hung black bulls was even more enticing, and she found the telltale itch Jim had been talking about appearing deep in her pussy once more. Yes, she was having the best time of her life, right here and now. She glanced over at Jim, seeing the smile on his face as he looked back at her. She knew he was as happy as she was.
“Race ya!” she yelled out before taking a broad stroke with her paddle. She heard Jim laugh from behind her as they both set out across the lagoon. Cynthia won the race, but it was close. They made their way leisurely back, taking their time as they looked down at the colourful tropical fish darting this way and that beneath the surface. This really is paradise, Cynthia thought to herself.
After a wonderful half hour, they made their way back to shore, telling each other they’d do it again soon. They returned the equipment to the shack and after a word from the attendant, Jim took Cynthia’s arm and started to lead her down the beach.
“Where are we going?” Cynthia asked.
“We just need to go to cabana number five for a few minutes,” Jim said as nodded to the parade of curtained beds spaced apart a short distance back from the beach.
“Cabana number five? What for?” Cynthia had no idea what was going on, but let Jim lead her towards the fifth of the cabanas, the sheer curtains billowing softly this way and that.
“Oh, just a little something I think you’ll like,” Jim replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
A few seconds later they arrived at the appropriate cabana, and Cynthia was surprised to see four young black men standing near the back corner of the four-poster bed. They were all bare-chested, wearing only the standard tan khaki shorts that the other staff members all wore. They all looked at her, and Cynthia could see from the smiles on their faces that they liked what they were seeing.
“Wha… what’s all this?” she asked as she turned to Jim.
“Just a little afternoon treat for you, my dear,” Jim said as he gave her a little wink before turning to the four men and nodding.
Before she’d had a chance to respond, the four men closed in around her within just a few seconds. They all towered over her, and she was pleased to see how fit and muscular they were. She had a sense of what was coming, and the next thing she knew, one of the men pulled her close and lowered his mouth to hers.
“Mmm,” Cynthia couldn’t help the warm purr that emanated from her throat as the young black man kissed her, kissed her deeply and passionately, his thick tongue dancing with hers as he pulled her against him, her big soft breasts mashing up against the plates of his firm pecs.
And then he was gone, and Cynthia was left panting breathlessly as he drew back, breaking the intensely hot kiss. But another mouth met hers as she was turned to the other side, another man kissing her just as lustfully, his full lips pressing against hers. She felt his hand slide up the front of her body and cup her breast, his big hand squeezing the warm mound of flesh with just the right amount of firmness.