I heard my Jennifer's voice, but she sounded so oddly different in her tone and her language.
"Ray, come here and carry me to the shower and clean up your dirty pathetic excuse for a wife."
I quickly came out of the shower area and scooped her up.
"You are not a dirty or pathetic wife." I replied as I carried her to the outside shower area.
"No, take me to the inside shower!" "People can see me!"
"It's good to be seen, be quiet! you'll just attract attention with your whining."
There was a tiled, flat table to recline on and I laid Jen down on her back and directed all three shower outlets directly over her body to focus the gravity feed shower fields to cover her torso from neck to toes. These large round circular heads were just gentle rinse oriented showers to wash away sand. It would work well to rinse off the smell of Jen's body that reeked of sweat and her own internal bodily fluids. Crap! I got an erection just from smelling her as I carried and laid her down.
"No, inside Ray"."
"No, Jen I just showered in there and the humidity is heavy in there for now."
Secretly, I wanted her outside hoping someone would see me soap her up and work my hands over every hill and valley, nook and cranny. My dick was getting harder as I thought.
The water stream was rapidly cooling Jen off as her body was definitely hot and sticky. And, as could be predicted, Jen's nipple swelled to all their glory. Her fiery red hair and was more evident now as her red freckles were now more pronounced from her earlier nude walk in the morning sun. It was even more pronounced by the deeper pink of her aureoles. The sun rays apparently had a similar effect on them. This was a first as Jen had never had her nipples exposed to direct sun light. Her modesty would never have permitted it. Yet, now my wife was willingly lying flat on her back with her legs spread on the wide table fully available to be seen by any casual passerby.
My dick was now literally hurting me I was so excited.
I quickly fetched the soap bars and the basket of various bathroom amenities to scrub and rub Jen's body with the soaps. Some of these little hand exfoliators would service my goal quite nicely as they would be both abrasive and stimulating to her sensitive areas and particularly her nipples and aureoles. It no time, I had Jen cooing as I rubbed and scrubbed all her favorite areas. She had a lot of them and generally was slightly embarrassed when I aggressively attempted to stimulate these areas in the past. There were no protests today and I was beginning to sense Jen was finally awakening to her sexual needs. I really had her lathered up and I paid particular attention to her erogenous zones as I was on a mission to get her cleaner than she ever did and that was saying a lot.
After about ten minutes of this Jen was practically moaning on a steady, soft rhythm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an older gentlemen walking directly towards me. He was definitely coming to our cabana as he had changed his path to veer to our structure. As he got closer, he asked permission to continue.
"You mind if I have a word with you?"
"Not at all, come in. What's on your mind?"
"Just was aware you were a new arrival and wanted to introduce myself."
In a few more steps, he was going to see the prize on my "work bench" and he was going to see my 8 inches of steel. He was a pretty stocky guy in his mid-50's and he led a life of physical neglect as he had a very fat belly. He was short, fat and well over 250 lbs. He was heavily tanned on his arms and neck the rest of body was stark white. He was totally nude and because he had a bulbous face, he was the classic "please put on your clothes" poster boy. And, because of his weight, his tiny dick -- maybe 3 inches -- almost seemed like the final insult of his appearance.
"I saw you and your young wife out on the beach this morning had I told my Linda that young thing has got to have the best body ever to set foot on this island and I live here six months a year for 15 years!"
He stepped right on into the shower area, looked straight down on Jen, never looked up and extended his hand. I placed my soapy hand in his and as she vigorously shook it, he exclaimed, "My name is Archie and you sir are the fucking, luckiest sonnabitch that ever lived!"
He dropped his hand and looked right down at Jen's tits and he moved around to the middle of the table opposite me with his eyes glued to the elongated, swelled nipples of Jen.
"Mother-fucker. Is she legal? This sweetie looks like a teeny."
"Oh she's legal alright. My wife, Jen, is 20 years old."
"Twenty years old. Fuck, half my fucking possessions are older than that. " "How old are you Archie?"
"I am 50 fucking 7 years old." "Man, what I would give to have my way with a hot little number like this one." "You must have sold your soul to the devil to get a work of art like this." "What's your name son?"
"Ray."
"And her?"
"Jennifer"
"She's your wife?"
"Yes sir."
"How long?"
"2 years and 2 months."
"2 years.....hmm, imagine that and you're still alive." "Fucking girl this hot, could make you fucking die from Cuming too much."
"I suppose, I guess I am on borrowed time."
"Yes you are son, yes you are."
At that moment, Jen spoke. "Ray! Who is this and what is he doing standing over my naked body!"
Jen now laid there with one arm crossed over her breasts and her other hand over her exposed bush.
"Jen, relax." 'This is Archie and he saw you in all your glory on the beach this morning and he came over here to meet you up close and tell you how beautiful your body was." "Be proud, don't cover yourself. Sit up and let him have a good look. That is what we are here for."