The Sailors' Gift
This is a story about a wife who cheats on her husband. Whether there are mitigating circumstances is for the reader to judge. If the idea of a loving wife cheating on her husband offends you, then this story won't be for you. Remember that both husbands and wives can be loving, but under certain pressures can be tempted...
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It was another wonderful summer's holiday for Antonia and her husband James. This year it was in Greece, staying for two weeks on a small island unspoilt by the worst of Tourism. Every year they sort out of the way quiet places to holiday as a remedy to their high-pressure jobs that left little time for anything else in their lives.
At the age of 32, Antonia felt in her prime. She was an athletic brunette, five foot seven and weighing 130 pounds. She had long legs and as her husband always told her the tightest butt. All this was achieved by a strict regime of running and gym sessions and she had to admit that she looked good in a bikini!
Although their holidays were good, Antonia knew she was missing something. She was missing the joy of motherhood that she had craved. When they had married seven years ago, both her and James had talked enthusiastically about children. Recently however he appeared to have cooled on the idea and kept saying that he wasn't ready and perhaps they should wait. All this left Antonia confused and frustrated, and it wasn't helped by her extreme horniness every time she ovulated.
She had spent many hours lying on the beach pondering what to do about getting James to make her pregnant. It was difficult however as he always used condoms and was methodical about checking that they were put on correctly and never came off! Much to her shame she sometimes found herself dreaming about another man taking her against her will and fucking her senseless before flooding her unprotected womb with life making seed.
One day when she and her husband were heading back from the beach, they came across four men looking slightly lost. Antonia quickly appraised their muscular tanned bodies and tousled hair and noticed that all of them had unshaved faces. One of the men approached them and said, "Can you help us; we are looking for some where to eat this evening and wondered if you could recommend a good taverna?"
James looked at the men and smiled.
"You won't find any tavernas near here, the nearest town is several miles away I'm afraid. Where have you come from anyway?"
The same man replied to the question.
"We have just moored our boat up. We are sailing around the Greek islands for a few weeks."
"Oh, I see" replied James, "well its bad luck then I'm afraid. What you need is a chef to cook for you. Wait a minute, what about.." James turned to Antonia and said, "How about you cook for them tonight? You could take some things from our fridge and do them a meal on their boat?"
Antonia was caught off guard by her husband's suggestion. She blustered and said "But, what about, I mean what about you?"
"That's easy" replied James, "perhaps you have forgotten, but I'm going into town tonight to see Theo. I won't be back until very late."
"Oh, I see" replied Antonia. "Yes, I had forgotten."
She pondered the suggestion made by her husband and suddenly found the idea both amusing and arousing. Going to cook for four strange men on their boat. And four tall ruggedly good-looking men at that!
"Ok, I'll do it" she replied. "By the way I'm Antonia and my husband is James."
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Luke and my friends are Mike, Pete and Stuart. What time shall we say?"
"Well, let me see, I guess I can be with you for 7pm, how does that sound?"
"That would be great. Our boat is the only one in the bay, so you can't miss it. I will wait on the shore in the dinghy at 7pm. See you then."
"Yes, ok, I look forward to it" said Antonia and she turned to leave with her husband.
Once the sailors were out of sight, Antonia asked James why he had volunteered her services as a cook?
"Well, I know how much you like cooking, and given that I am out all evening I thought you might enjoy some company."
"Well, yes, but I mean, they are four men; aren't you worried about me alone with four men all evening?"
"What, no, why on earth should I be worried? They all seemed very nice. You aren't worried, are you?"
Antonia pondered that question. Was she worried? No, she wasn't worried, if anything she was excited. The thought of cooking for four handsome men gave her butterflies in her stomach.
"No, I'm not worried. I'm looking forward to showing off my culinary expertise" replied Antonia.
When they arrived back at their villa, Antonia set about raiding the fridge and then filled a basket with vegetables. She selected some oils and spices and then decided she should go and change. Just as she got to the bedroom James rushed out saying:
"I'm going to be late damn it. I'll probably leave the car there and either get a taxi back or, well I'll see you later anyway. Have fun."
After a quick kiss on Antonia's cheek her husband rushed off.
A few minutes later Antonia was looking through her limited stock of dresses. In the end she selected a simple floral summer dress. She put on some thong panties, no bra as her breasts were firm enough not to need one and besides it was too hot. She decided on some flat sandals and plain jewellery. She then did her hair, put some perfume on and went to gather her cooking ingredients.
Thirty minutes later saw her approaching the bay were the sailors had said their boat was moored. Sure enough she could see the mast of a boat some 100m off shore and true to his word she could see Luke sitting in a small dinghy be the rickety jetty. He was still bare chested and as she approached him, Antonia's eyes drank in his rugged good looks.
"Well hello" said Luke, "you look fabulous. You have no idea how grateful we all are that you are going to cook for us. Four men on a boat with no cooking skills really sucks believe me!"
Antonia laughed and took his hand as he helped her down into the small dinghy. She had expected the small craft to have an engine and said as much but Luke replied:
"No, a pair of oars is okay for the short distances we have to navigate this boat."
So saying he fixed the oars in place and with his back to Antonia started to row the small craft toward the yacht. As he rowed Antonia couldn't help but admire his rippling muscles that flexed in his shoulders and arms as he handled the oars with ease. In no time they had pulled alongside the yacht and Mike was throwing a line down to them to secure the dingy.
As Antonia climbed up the ladder from the dingy onto the yacht with help from Luke, she was very aware of him gazing up at her legs as she rose above him. She smiled to herself knowing that she was flattered by his hungry looks.
Once on the yacht Luke led her inside and she was surprised at how big the boat was. She turned to Luke and said:
"How big is this boat Luke?"
"It's a 60-footer, too big for the four of us really but we enjoy the extra space."
"What's she called?"
"Oh, she has a lovely name, she's called Midnight Wish. Very poetic don't you think?"
"Yes very. Now then where is the kitchen?"
"You mean the galley" replied Luke, "It's this way."
As Luke turned to show her the way, Pete and Stuart appeared, also bare chested and greeted her with beaming smiles. They took it in turns to tell her how thankful they were that she had offered to cook for them, since otherwise they would have been four hungry blokes!
Smiling, Antonia squeezed past them and into the galley, where Luke showed her how everything worked.
"How long do you need?" asked Luke, "I'll let the others know how long they have to shower etc."
"Well 45 minutes or so should do it" replied Antonia, "do you have any drinks on board?"
"That we do" replied Luke, "what would you like, gin, wine or a lager?"
Without hesitation Antonia answered, "a red wine please."
"Right, just coming up" said Luke who pulled a bottle out of a cupboard, pulled the cork and then filled a glass. "There you go, I'll leave you to it and see you later."
"Thanks Luke" said Antonia as he disappeared out of the galley.
Antonia spent the next fifteen minutes getting all the ingredients for her fish stew ready. Eventually she had it all under control and stepped back from the stove to survey her surroundings. The boat was certainly plush and was well appointed. As her eyes wondered around, she suddenly noticed Luke standing in the doorway looking at her.
"What" said Antonia, "what are you looking at, is something wrong?"
"No, nothing at all" replied Luke, "I was just admiring the view!"
Antonia blushed and said, "oh I see, well I hope you like it?"
She couldn't think why she had said that, but Luke smiled and closed the gap between them. As he approached her, she suddenly felt intimidated by this handsome man. However, before she could worry too much, Luke reached round her and grabbed the wine bottle.
"Another glass to help the cooking?" he asked.
"What, er oh yes thank you." Antonia could smell the mixture of sweat and saltiness on his bronzed torso and felt like a schoolgirl gazing at a grown up. "Luke do you mind me asking how old you all are?"
"Not at all, I'm 45 and the others are all around 50ish, why do you ask?"
