Cynthia slept the rest of the day away, waking briefly when Jim insisted she have some food; some real food, not just cum.
Jim made his excuses to June and Robert that they wouldn’t be joining them dinner. June said she understood, having been in the same situation after her first time with Dontae a few years back. “I didn’t walk right for a week,” were her last words to Jim.
Finally feeling more awake later that evening, but still deliciously sore and wanting to give her stretched-out holes a rest, Cynthia got Jim to order her a ‘bedtime snack’, as she’d come to call it. The front desk sent over three black men to deliver the ‘room service’ to her, each guy giving her two loads, which satisfied her hunger and let her have another peaceful night’s sleep, her belly warmed and full.
The next day, still aching from the ferocious fucking she’d endured from Dontae, she got Jim to order her a much-needed massage from Devon. Understanding what she’d been through, Devon used his magical hands to work her tender muscles and used his tongue to hit those magic spots to take her over the top. Cynthia was grateful that Devon knew exactly what she needed, taking care of her ‘deep tissue’ aches and pains with those talented fingers of his. Once he was done, Cynthia returned the favor by using some of his warm massage oils. Cynthia used her talented slippery hands to pump out a big load out all over her huge tits.
Cynthia took it relatively easy that day, only going for a ‘single’ beverage at the Black Swallow Bar with June prior to lunch. She only had three guys fuck her. One was an attractive fellow on the landscaping crew who she got to take her on the cool grass beneath a swaying palm. One was a lifeguard who fucked her from behind as she leaned forwards holding onto the timbers of his little tower overlooking the beach, and then one fellow they ordered to their room in the evening. At least this guy was good for three loads, depositing them judiciously in each of Cynthia’s three hungry holes.
“I’m kind of glad you took it easy today, dear,” Jim said after he’d licked Cynthia to another tingling climax once the last guy had left, “because I’ve got something special planned for tomorrow.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Cynthia asked as she drew a creamy gob of cum off her cheek and slid it between her lips.
“Don’t you remember what tomorrow is?” Jim asked coyly.
“Uh, I know it’s our second last day here, isn’t it?”
Jim nodded. “Well, yes, but what’s the date?”
Cynthia’s eyebrows pinched together for a second before a broad smile came over her face. “It’s our anniversary! How could I have forgotten?”
“Twenty-five years,” Jim said, his smile as big as Cynthia’s. “The best twenty-five years of my life, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do it all over again.”
“Oh honey, that’s so sweet,” Cynthia said, pulling him to her for a kiss, knowing by this point that he didn’t mind tasting the remnants of her last lover’s cum still in her mouth.
“So, since it’s our anniversary, I’ve got something special planned for tomorrow.”
“What, what is it? Tell me… tell me,” Cynthia said, excited as a kid on Christmas morning.
“While you were sleeping the day away after Dontae left yesterday, I talked to the people at the front desk and made some arrangements. We’re going to renew our vows in a ceremony down by the beach, then we’re going to have a nice dinner they’re putting together for us.”
“Oh sweetie, that sounds wonderful,” Cynthia said, showering Jim with kisses as he sat next to her on the bed, her big boobs pressed into his chest. “But what will I wear? If I’d known we were going to be doing that, I could have bought a new dress.”
Jim shook his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. We haven’t seen it yet, but June says there’s an excellent dress shop in one of the resorts just down the road that caters to that kind of thing. Obviously we’re not the first ones to do this kind of thing here. She’s going to take you there to find a dress tomorrow morning.”
“That’s so sweet of her. They’ve both been so kind to us since we’ve been here.”
“That’s why I’ve asked them to stand up with us when we get married. Robert will be my Best Man and June your Maid of Honor. I hope you don’t mind?”
Beaming with happiness, Cynthia shook her head. “I don’t mind at all, that sounds perfect. Oh honey, I love you so much.” She kissed him softly, a long slow kiss, her eyes misting up as he hugged her close.
They drifted off to sleep holding each other, but not until after Jim had used his mouth to pleasure Cynthia one more time.
*
Cynthia was on cloud nine when she woke up, thinking about the day ahead. They started with their usual breakfast in their room, Cynthia enjoying her fruit plate and coffee, with ‘extra cream’, as she’d come to love every day.
June called on the house phone to say Cynthia needed to be ready within the hour to go to the dress shop in the resort down the road. Excited as anything, Cynthia was ready in no time, wearing a little skirt and tank top as June suggested, easy for changing out of. A cab was waiting for them in the big circular drive fronting the main lobby; June gave the driver the name of their destination and they set off.
The two women chatted on the drive, Cynthia beside herself at the idea of renewing their vows. She thought it was so sweet of Jim to have arranged this, and very romantic. June concurred, obviously thrilled to see her new friend so happy.
The driver dropped them off in front of the dress shop, letting June know to have the sales assistant call him on his cell when they were ready to return. He promised to stay close at hand.
Cynthia was amazed at the quality of selection in the store; everything from beachwear to clubwear, to formal gowns, with many designer labels in the mix. While Cynthia was busy surveying items more suitable for her to wear as a bride, or at least as a former bride renewing her vows, June tried on a few different dresses suitable for clubbing that she and Cynthia deemed appropriate for her role as ‘Maid of Honor’.