Splendidly for everyone.

While John and Doe considered the resort's "special services" menu and their friends Franz and Rosalia had an intimate visit with Franz's still-dear first lover Maria and her husband Miguel, their friends Justin and Latifah lounged in the shade of a broad-leafed jungle plant on a private island.

Justin ran his hand over his wife Latifah's hair, the cowrie shells woven into her many braids clinking at his touch. She was nude but for her swim fins and still a little damp from the sea, her sleek buttocks glistening with moisture.

She looked up and smiled at him, letting his cock escape from between her lips. "Honey," she said. "I don't know what it is with you, but you are so sweet, I could suck you all day." She laughed, a deep, happy sound of good humor.

"The taste of true love," Justin said. "Let's try it. Maybe we should stay an extra day after our friends go home."

"I hope you and our good friends won't be wearing me out," Latifah said. "I'll have to get that Mexican fireball Rosalia to keep you men in line. Be good to see Franz again. Oooh, those little circles with his tongue!"

"I thought John was your favorite," Justin said.

"Franz and Rosalia stuck around after you went to work and pulled out a few tricks they were holding out on y'all," Latifah said. "Holding back, if you catch my meaning."

Justin felt a flash of jealousy. Latifah had wheedled him into letting her teach him how to pleasure her anally. He thought her obvious pleasure showed she was satisfied with him, and he didn't like the offhand comparison.

Latifah giggled and sucked in his cock again.

"Ahhh," Justin sighed. With Latifah still wearing her fins, it looked like he was getting head from a mermaid. A heavy-breasted African mermaid with big, deeply creased buttocks the little mermaids lacked. She was like that voodoo goddess, like... "Yemaya," Justin said aloud.

Latifah coughed and let him go. "Don't you be taking my big sister's name in vain, white boy," she said.

"I'm sorry, I just looked at you, all wet from the sea, wearing your fins, and it looked like that picture from your book," Justin said.

She laughed. "Serve me right for trying to bring you up in the true religion," she said. "But if she sit on my head, you won't have to guess, she tell you straight off." She curled her fingers around his shaft and stroked gently.

A waterproof neoprene bag at Justin's waist emitted a set of muffled beeps. "And now for the main event," Justin said. He zipped out a chunky satellite phone, took the call and listened. Latifah kept stroking his cock, watching his face. Finally his expression relaxed. He smiled and punched three buttons on the phone. He listened for a few seconds, and then hung up.

"We got it," he said. "Gotta love John, he gets his timing right, and Franz gave me the right name."

"So we got our Caribbean retirement sewn up?" Latifah asked.

"As of next week, the pile of worthless Argentine bonds we generously took off the hands of a number of **** insurance companies and hedge funds will go from ten cents on the dollar up to par, and we discreetly cash in. We'll be in great shape, as long as the money stays in the Cayman Islands or Bermuda."

"Don't tell me this is a swindle," she said with mild concern.

"No," Justin laughed. "Just a big chunk of taxes and a mile of red tape if we try to bring it all back home. I'd rather buy an estate. Heck, maybe a beach resort! We'll take some home, though. The company will recognize enough to give us a nice bonus."

Latifah laughed. "No buyin' a nude beach. I like your booty pink, not crawdad-red. And tell me what would I do with myself if you roasted your wiener?"

"I promise to sit in the shade all day," Justin said. "Like today." He smiled at Latifah. "But we are rich. John and Doe get a good chunk too, and so do Franz and Rosalia, if they care."

"Well, it must have been my angels looking after me and not just my pussy itching that made me win your ass at poker. And more than just a craving for long, pink, and pointy here to get you to marry me out of the gambling business," Latifah said.

"I won that hand," Justin protested. "And I proposed to you!"

Latifah guffawed. "Who-all set you up to win that hand, Mister Born Yesterday?" She slapped his thigh. "Lie back and hush up, mama's going to take you home, little boy." She stroked his long slim cock to full erection and licked her lips.

"I want you too!" Justin said.

"All right, honey," she said. She rose from between his legs and moved so her knees straddled his chest. "Sweet lickings, honeychild." She sat slowly back and down until her pussy touched his face.

Justin's tongue parted her sea-wet pussy lips. "Oh lover," she said. His lips worked hungrily at her pearl and love-lips. His chin pressed her mound. His nose tickled her 'taint' and woke up her sensitive anus next door. She closed her eyes and forgot about the throbbing cock in front of her nose. "God you're hungry, lover," she said. "Oh yeah, lick out my peach, honey, make me come!"

The Jamaican couple who ran the excursion boat heard Latifah's shouts of pleasure from the green shade above the shore. Mrs. Manley took a last puff from the pipe, and Mr. Manley took it and set it aside. He glanced through the mounted binoculars to see that all was well with their guests. The young man was now engaging his wife in vigorous intercourse from the rear. Mr. Manley stiffened his cock with a couple of strokes, and beckoned to his wife. Mrs. Manley took her fingers from her cunt, stood up, and sat down, guiding her husband's cock inside her.

When Justin's climactic moan was heard across the deserted cove, Mr. and Mrs. Manley answered it with a few quick thrusts, a mutual quiver, two soft groans, and two sighs.

"Always the romantic," Mrs. Manley said, holding her husband as his cock softened inside her.

"God willing, love," Mr. Manley replied. "Let's ready the boat."

At the resort, Doe was pointing out to John an entry on the special services menu. "Look, this would work for all of us," she said. "I'm sure our friends would be up to it. If Justin has some good news for us, that would be a great way to celebrate."

He said, "Tomorrow is the only real work day anyway. Let's call and ask about it, and if everyone likes the idea, let's do it!"