Chapter 9

Amara and Tunde ended up joining us for lunch not long after the session, the four of us barely holding ourselves together after one last, intense round of sex in the previous room.

We wandered down to the terrace by the beach where rows of tables were set, white tablecloths snapping in the breeze. Platters of grilled linefish and meats were laid out and waiters kept the cocktails flowing. We lounged back in our chairs, eating and drinking, completely naked as the sun warmed every single part of our skin.

"I love how much you guys have enjoyed this place so far," Amara started, "but this is nothing. You should have seen the retreat we went to in Zanzibar. Open pavilions, everyone naked, all of that stuff. It was the first time I'd ever been fucked while a waiter poured out champagne."

Mandla nearly choked on his drink. "Really?"

"Of course," Tunde chimed. "That wasn't even the wildest, though. In Mauritius, there was this resort where you could easily have a few bodies in front of you. Bodies were sliding over each other, and nobody cared, worshipping whatever they touched. Amara spent an hour on her knees with five different cocks in her mouth, while I had three separate women come and suck me dry."

I felt my clit start throbbing again. "That sounds insane. I don't know if I'd be able to handle something like that."

Amara grinned. "That's exactly the point, Thandi. You tell your body what you can handle once you're in it. Besides, you two looked completely at home back there."

"Have you two been to the toy garden yet?" Amara then asked.

I raised my brows. "No, no, what's that?"