The arrival of Carl's text expressing his approval of Cindy's discovery of the nude beach and yet another innuendo about having sex with an African lover alleviated Cindy's guilt about her infidelity. She knew women who had negotiated understandings with their husbands that liberated them from their marriage vows. She had on several occasions when the loneliness and sexual frustration provoked by Carl's incessant business trips considered suggesting the idea to him. However; her fear of provoking a divorce had always dissuaded her.
Cindy took yet another long, lingering look at her African escort's reviving penis before reluctantly pulling her blouse and skirt on. The idea have having sex alfresco for a third time appealed to her. However; she could see a house and a barn barely a hundred yards away through the olive grove and Plakias off in the distance. It would be to indiscrete.
The hike back to town was pleasant but brief. Her African guide presumed that he was invited up to her apartment. He was not being presumptuous. Cindy didn't even bother to remove her clothes before she attacked her paramour. He chuckled as he allowed her to tackle him, pinning him to the bed. He helped her drop his trousers to free his gloriously rejuvenated erection. She guided her sex to the ebony phallus so that she could impale herself on it.
The sight of the box of condoms that Cindy had so carefully laid out on Carl's nightstand reminded her of her recklessness. For only a moment a vestige of fidelity reminded her that she should be using one. However; he was already inside her, he had already ejaculated inside her - twice, and she was still early enough in her cycle that she should be safe. She shamelessly rode her Negro stallion, rhythmically flexing her pelvic muscles to massage his penis just as she often did with her husband. She was elated when she succeeded in forcing the stud who had twice demonstrated such impressive restraint to ejaculate inside her after only a few minutes.
After a brief rinse of her sex, Cindy took her African guide out for dinner at the most expensive restaurant that Plakias had to offer. He eagerly accepted her invitation to come up to her apartment again. The had sex again, of course. The realization that it was just sex, not making love appeased her nagging twinges of residual guilt. As she fell asleep in his powerful arms, she reminded her that this bed was merely a bed that she had shared with her husband rather than the marital bed that they had shared for nearly twenty years.
Cindy was awakened in the night by the sensation of her African stud's penis thrusting inside her. She only mildly resented his presumptuousness. His failure to awaken her so that she could savor the sex was more of an offense than his failure to seek her overt permission. When he climaxed, he ejaculated inside her yet again, of course. As she drifted off to sleep, she tried to count how many times he had inseminated her. Was it five times or half a dozen? How many tens of millions, really hundreds of millions, of his sperm were swimming around in her womb. The thought provoked a sense of contentment rather than panic as she drifted off to sleep.
When the sun woke them, they had sex yet again. Cindy then cooked breakfast for her African stud and served it to him in the nude. Unfortunately; her Negro guide received a text commanding him to work. She didn't protest to strenuously. The modest sum that she had paid him to be her guide for the day as well as the few meals that she had bought him were a small price to pay for the pleasure that he had given her.
When Cindy emerged from the shower, she discovered that she had received a text from Carl. He would be returning to Plakias that evening to spend two nights and a day with his neglected wife before catching a flight to another oil field.
Cindy inevitably returned to the beach to worship the sun and the Mediterranean. It took her only a moment to decide that she would go to the nude beach again. Of course she didn't bother with her bikini, preferring to wear just her flimsy beach robe and sandals for the hike over the rocky outcropping. Her day of sunbathing and swimming totally nude was uneventful but glorious. She was also feeling amorous, but it was not her African guide whom she longed for. She now craved her husband.
Cindy prepared to return to Plakias as the sun was setting. She realized that her pubic hair was once again sticky with the remnants of semen that were still seeping from her sex. Back in the days when she was trying to conceive or making little effort to not conceive, she would be leaking for a day after her husband had inseminated her. For only a moment Cindy was worried that he might notice the evidence. However; she had friends who had indulged in affairs or just one night stands. None of their husbands had seemed to notice the evidence that a woman would think should have been so obvious. It should not have been surprising. Women had been cheating on their spouses for tens of millennia and husbands have been failing to notice the evidence for far longer. Rather than take another swim to rinse herself, she walked back to Plakias.
