You may want to read the prequels to this story. It's all about the adventures of Maggie - beach name Sheila - a preacher's wife from Kansas, on vacation on a Greek Island. Spoiler: There's a lot of sex.
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Maggie woke up with the sun shining through the window. She was naked. So was Charles, lying beside her on his back. His large, languid penis and pendulous testicles reminded her of a description by Sylvia Plath: "turkey neck and gizzards."
She got out of bed and looked out the window. The sun reflected off the gentle waves of the sea. The white-sand and shale-rock beach was empty; the water rushing through rock caves guarding the entrance to the tiny bay was a deep green. "Another day in paradise," she said to herself.
She walked into the combination living room and kitchen, feeling the soreness in her crotch. "I've overdone it," she thought. "Charles and I are going to have to slow down today." She thought about that a moment. "Maybe not!" she laughed. "The amazing thing is that I don't feel guilty: Not a bit. Two men in one day and I feel. good." She repeated aloud, "I feel good, fucking good!"
The European espresso machine on the kitchen counter was a mystery to her. She wanted a cup of coffee, but she had no idea how to make the machine work. She shrugged and walked out through the double glass doors onto the deck overlooking the beach.
Oscar was on the beach, naked, jogging, his penis flopping as each foot hit the ground. She waved at him and he waved back. "Could you show me how to use the espresso machine?" she shouted.
"With pleasure," he shouted back, and jogged toward the staircase leading to the deck of the house.
She had a moment of panic. "Should I put clothes on? Can I greet a man I barely know with not a stitch on? But wearing clothes would seem weird." In any case it was too late. Oscar was coming up the stairs.
"Good morning," he said. He kissed her on both cheeks and she felt his penis against her abdomen as they embraced briefly. "You are fine? And Charles?" His English was stilted and formal. He and his wife Alicia were Swedes. "You are called Sheila? Do I recall correctly?"
"Yes," Sheila was Maggie's beach name - given her by her now-absent lover, Rory, two days ago
. "Only two days,"
she thought with a start.
"It seems like a lifetime. First Rory, then Charles. I have been loved. Or at least," she muttered with a smile, "I have been well fucked. That's new for me."
Oscar explained the espresso machine to Maggie as he brewed a cup of coffee. "Your coffee," he said proudly, handing her a tiny cup. "Be careful. It's hot."
She sipped the sweet. black coffee carefully. "It's a hazard, isn't it? Drinking hot coffee while naked." They laughed together.
Oscar said, "You are shaved." He was looking down at her crotch.
"Yes," her face turned red. "Charles did it. I asked him too. Everybody else here was shaved."
"Now you are beautiful everywhere."
She kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Oscar."
"I must finish my jog," he said. "And then I must fix breakfast for Alicia and Fiona."
"Fiona?"
"The English woman we saw on the beach yesterday."
"Oh, yes, Alicia said she was spending the night with you." Then, quickly, "Both of you, I meant."
He smirked. "We'll see you on the beach later." He kissed her on the cheek, turned, and walked down the stairs and onto the sandy beach.
Maggie watched him go. Oscar was tall, slender, and blond. "I'm not
that
sore," she thought.
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Maggie made and drank another cup of coffee while sitting on the deck. Fiona walked by on the beach. She had a rounded stomach, a dimpled backside, and large, pendulous breasts. Maggie guessed her age as about the same as her own: thirty-seven. Oscar and Alicia were a few years younger. Charles was forty.
Fiona saw Maggie on the deck looking at her and waved. She was smiling and happy. She must have had a good time last night with Oscar, Maggie thought.
Charles came out on the deck, casually scratching his testicles. "You're glowing," he said. "You must have had something good happen to you."
Maggie stood up and they embraced. "I ran into this wonderful man with a giant dick." She laughed. "Oh, my God, Nobody would believe this back in Kansas."
He took his penis in his hand and directed it toward her vagina.
She pushed the penis away, feeling it harden in her hand. "May I have a rest?" She kissed him. "I'll make it up to you later."
"
D'accord
, but for now..." He thrust his penis, back and forth, through her enveloping hand.
"You're insatiable," she said stroking his penis, "And keep that cock away from my vagina. I don't want to get pregnant."
"You said "cock." You're learning proper English. Only Americans call it a "dick."
"Shut up and cum. My hand is getting tired."
"For a preacher's wife, you are cheeky."
"You wouldn't believe what a prude I am in real life."
"This is not real?"
"This is lotus-land."
"I'm going to cum." He did, all over her stomach and hip, big gushing spurts, hot and sticky.
"God, what a mess!"
"Sperm is good for your skin. I'll clean it up." Charles disappeared into the house and returned a moment later with a paper towel. He knelt down and wiped away the sperm. Then, planted a kiss on her clitoris before rising to his feet and embracing her.
"Are you always this horny?" she asked.
"No, but you are new and exciting. And how about you? Why don't you leave your husband?" he asked abruptly.
She thought a moment. "Kids. They're both in high school. And career. I'm an accountant and my customers are churches and religious groups. If I got divorced, they'd take their business elsewhere. I would be a fallen woman to be shunned."
"So, back home you're a good girl?"
"Let me explain. I come from a family of religious fanatics. Sex is shameful and only for procreation. My father was so puritanical that in high shool I could never even go swimming in the public pool. A bathing suit was too revealing. Plus I was ashamed of my tits. They were so small."
Charles ran his hands over her bare breasts. "I like them. So different from those norks of Alicia. And Fiona's jugs. You've seen Fiona...We make fun of Fiona, but she's very nice - and not bad at all in bed."
