Maggie, the preacher's wife, continues her adventures.

She turned her face upward and looked into his eyes and he kissed her, a long lingering kiss, gentle rather than insistent. "Oh, God, forgive me. I am going to give myself to this man."

"Are you ready to go back to the beach?" he asked.

"I'm ready. Thank you for bringing me here."

"It's a special place." He stepped off the rock into the deeper water and she clung to him as he carried her out of the cave and through the rocks and into the open water of the cove. They swam to the shore. Several other people, all naked, were now on the beach. The light from the descending sun made the sky glow.

They walked to their blanket on the sand and she laid down on her back and he laid beside her and turned to her and they kissed again, his leg overlapping hers, and his hardened penis probing her crotch.

She broke off the kiss and looked around apprehensively. A couple was lying on the sand about fifty feet away. A middle-aged woman with a fat belly and pendulous breasts walked by at the edge of the water a few feet away.

"Should we be doing this here?" she asked.

"We can go to the house if you wish. But sex on the beach is pretty common around here." He lowered his head to kiss her breasts.

"Thank you, but we need to use a condom."

He laughed. "I happen to have one in my bag. Two, just in case."

"Are you sure we're not going to offend that couple over there." She looked over at the tall, blond couple.

He laughed again. "Hardly. They've had sex with everyone in the neighborhood." He waved at the couple and shouted. "Hi, Oscar. Hi, Alicia."

They called back, "Hi, Charles. Who's the new girl?"

"Her name is Sheila. She's an American."

"Hi, Sheila. Welcome."

He kissed her again, his mouth went to her breasts. "You have the most wonderful tits. Firm and pointy nipples."

"Compliments will get you everything," she said with a laugh. His hand found her vagina. "Careful, please. I'm a little sore. I had sex with Rory only eight hours ago. I am going to hell!".

"Do you want to do this?" he asked politely. I can do you with my mouth if its going to hurt you."

"No, I want you to fuck me. There. She had said it.

She laid back and relaxed as he probed within her. "I can't believe I'm here," she thought. "This is a dream. I'm on a beach and a guy I barely know and who has a dick that is scary is about to fuck me. For the first time in my life I have no obligation to be prim and proper " Her natural reserve had been erased by grilled octopus, beer, nudity, a nice man, and the romance of a beach on a wine dark sea

"Is something wrong?" Charles asked. "You've gone away."

"No," she answered, kissing his cheek. "I was just thinking. My sex life has been so bland, so black and white. And suddenly with you -- and Rory. I'm on a beautiful island, and everything is suddenly in vivid colors. I'm not in Kansas anymore. Free at last. Oh, God, I'm so happy! Fuck me now."

"With pleasure." He reached into his bag, found the condom, handed it to her, and said, "Do you want to put it on me?"

She took the condom from him, sat up, bit off the corner of the package, took it out and unrolled it. He laid on his back, his penis sticking straight up in the air. "It's ten inches long." She rolled the condom down around his penis. "You're ready," she said with a nervous giggle.

"More than ready."

"But slowly, carefully, please."

"You're a little afraid of my cock, aren't you? "

She laughed. "Yes. I've never seen one that big. Not that I've seen many."

"It will fit. My wife is smaller than you."

"Does she suspect that you might be on a beach with another woman?"

"Yes. She was here last summer, so she knows the situation. And, she....uh...participated."

"I don't think my husband has a clue."

"Do you have a good sex life?"


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