After sleeping like a rock for three hours, Cynthia was finally roused by Jim. Her whole body felt deliciously… fucked. She thought there was no other word for it other than that, and she stretched out like a jungle cat as she came to, feeling totally satisfied, and blissfully content, even if her pussy was a little sore. She wasn’t surprised it felt a bit tender, smiling to herself as she thought about all the abuse it had taken today, the heavenly, rapturously-satisfying abuse by black cock after black cock, just like in her fantasies. But thanks to Jim’s idea of coming to this place, it was all actually happening, and she couldn’t have been happier. She lay there, peacefully content, revelling in the blissful lassitude she was feeling after her day of getting well-fucked.
She slid her hand down her body, her fingertips running lightly over her labia, a bit puffier than usual from getting hammered over and over.
“Honey, I said we’d meet June and Robert for dinner. We’d better get going,” Jim said as he leaned over and tenderly kissed her cheek.
“Oh, baby, can we just get room service tonight,” Cynthia said, “although I’ve loved every second so far, even I have my limitations. After the pounding it’s been taking, my pussy is a little sore and I’d be happy just to relax in the room tonight.” She looked over at her husband with big doe-like eyes. “Would that be all right, sweetheart?”
Jim couldn’t help but smile. He’d watched what had happened to his wife all day, and even he was surprised at how well she’d taken the fervent pounding over and over. “That’s fine, honey. Like I said, this holiday is all about you. Whatever you want is fine with me.”
“Thanks, dear. I love you so much.” Cynthia gave Jim a soft kiss on the lips that she could tell he loved. “Now, you order some room service while I catch a few extra winks, okay.”
“That’s fine. I’ll call Robert and let him know we can’t make it today.”
Cynthia dozed until the room service arrived. She stayed in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin as another handsome young man set out their trays on the table in their room. When he left, she donned her robe and they dug into their food. Jim had ordered them both the ‘Catch of the Day’, and Cynthia didn’t realize how hungry she was until she felt the first bite hit her taste buds, the delicious seafood making her moan with pleasure as she savoured the incredible flavours.
“You finished that in a hurry,” Jim observed as Cynthia wiped her mouth with her napkin after cleaning her plate.
Cynthia shrugged. “I was hungrier than I thought. I think I burned off a lot of calories today.”
Jim grinned and gave a little laugh. “I’d say, you were sweating like crazy when those four guys were pumping you over and over.”
“At this rate, I’ll probably lose a few pounds over the week we’re here.”
“Don’t you dare, I love every luscious inch of you,” Jim said as his gaze dropped down to the ample swells of her breasts visible at the opening of her robe. “And I think all the guys on staff here love the way you look too.”
Cynthia felt herself blush a bit, thinking about all the big black cock she’d taken so far, and how eager all the young men had been to give it to her. “Speaking of which, honey,” she said coyly as she looked up at Jim with an innocent look in her eye, “do you think we can order some dessert?”
“Of course, dear, I never thought of it when I was placing our order. What would you like?”
Cynthia coyly paused before answering, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she spoke. “How about ordering me something nice and creamy for dessert?” She teasingly brought her index finger to her lips and slid it slowly over them, her tongue slipping out to moisten her fingertip erotically.
Jim grinned softly. “Hmm, do you think one order of dessert will be enough?”
With a childish pout of her face, Cynthia slowly shook her head from side to side. “I don’t think so, dear. You know what a sweet tooth I have, and how much I love something tasty after a good meal. Why don’t you see how many you can get for me?”
With a knowing smile on his face, Jim got up and went to the desk with the phone and room service menu.
As Jim started pressing the buttons on the phone, Cynthia retired to the bathroom to get ready for her ‘dessert’. She couldn’t help it as she smiled at herself in the mirror, feeling like she was glowing. She ran a comb through her lustrous blonde hair before pulling it back into a ponytail and fastening it tightly with a hairband. She touched up her makeup and applied some mascara to her already-long lashes, making her eyes dazzle. The final touch was a glossy coating of bright red lipstick, her full pouty lips looking like they were made for exactly what she had in mind: sucking cock, big black cock… and lots of it.
Satisfied with the way her face looked, she put on another of her new purchases, a blood-red bustier with heavily reinforced lace bra cups that pushed her massive breasts up and together spectacularly. She eyed up her deep dark cleavage, knowing it would be full of spunk and slobber soon enough. The bustier had a matching pair of French-cut red lace panties that ended scandalously high on her wide hips. She smiled as she did a little pirouette in front of the mirror, pleased with the way her mature body looked in the new outfit, and more than ready to spend the rest of the night on her knees.
“Oh wow, baby, you look gorgeous in that,” Jim said as Cynthia walked out of the bathroom, his eyes hungrily feasting on her curvy form beautifully displayed in the sexy bustier and panties.
“Thanks, sweetie. Were you able to order my dessert for me?” Cynthia asked.
“Yes, it should be here shortly.”
“Good. Did they say if it was just going to be one order, or could I have more?”
Jim smiled as she shook his head. “Don’t worry about that, sweetie. They said you can have as much pudding as your little heart desires.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful.” Cynthia nodded towards the closet. “Can you get that cushion thing out for me, please?”
“Sure,” Jim responded as he retrieved the molded cushion from the shelf before pausing and looking around the room. “Uh, where do you want it? In front of the bed like last night?”
Cynthia shook her head. “No, put it in the middle of the living room. The light’s better in there if you turn them all on. You’ll be able to see better, and I want you to see me swallow every last drop of pudding I can get.”