I wrapped her up to keep her from punching me, and kissed her. “You liked it, you know you did. It turned you on just as much as it turned me on. Tell me I’m wrong!” Marilyn blushed and turned her head away, but wouldn’t deny me. I simply laughed and leaned down to kiss her neck. We made love one more time that afternoon, laying there on the couch, and this time we made love, and didn’t just fuck each other silly, taking our time and going slowly. By the time we finished, we were exhausted, sated, and happy.
And hungry! We got off the couch and took a joint shower, but refrained from fooling around, and then dressed and went out to dinner. I wore some chinos and a short sleeve shirt and my deck shoes. I had Marilyn wear her halter top from this afternoon, but instead of shorts, I pulled a denim miniskirt from the drawer, and had her pull it on, along with some high heeled sandals. I left her panties in our impromptu hamper, a pile in the corner of the bathroom.
As we climbed into the car, Marilyn said, “Just don’t expect me to drive around with you in the nude again!”
I grinned over at her. “You loved it, and you loved what happened later even more!”
Marilyn grinned back. “Just drive!”
I laughed and drove.
The next morning I did my exercising out on the veranda, rather than down at the beach. Marilyn saw me and came out and watched for a moment, and Mrs. Wilkes saw me through the window and gave me a strange look. What in the world are these crazy Americans going to do next? I simply smiled and nodded to her, and then ignored her. I felt better today, a little looser and not so arthritic, although I still wasn’t flowing gracefully in the kata routines.
Marilyn came out towards the end of my session, wearing a bikini and a cover-up, and carrying a cup of coffee. “Feeling any better today?” she asked.
“A bit. I’m still really rough,” I replied. “Care to join me?”
She laughed. “NO!”
“You should, you know. It would be good for you.”
“Are you saying I’m fat?”
I chuckled and stopped, and came over to the table she was sitting at. I plopped down in a chair next to her. “I didn’t say that. I said it would be good for you.”
“Well, I’m on vacation, and if I want to get all sweaty and yucky, I can think of a lot more fun ways than that!” she answered.
“I’ll get to that next!” I answered with a leer. Mrs. Wilkes chose that moment to come out with a tray, carrying a pitcher of juice and some fruit salad. She set it down and said she would be back in a moment with coffee and tea. I thanked her and poured some juice for myself.
“What about when we get back home?” I asked. “You should join me.”
She waved her arms around in a bunch of fake karate chops, and yelled “HI-YAAA!” I just rolled my eyes. “No thank you. I’d feel silly.”
“No, not that. I mean the exercise.”
Marilyn went back to the “Are you saying I’m fat?” response.
Okay, there were danger signs abounding, but maybe I could work through them. “No, not yet, but that day is coming.” I got a dirty look at that, so I explained. “Let me explain myself. No, you are not fat now. In fact, your shape is damn near perfect. The problem is that unless you start taking better care of yourself, it won’t stay this nice. Right now you are at an age where your metabolism is high and you are still in your twenties and fairly active. You don’t have to pay attention to anything now if you don’t want to.”
She nodded and looked at me in a superior fashion. “But that’s going to change, and sooner than you think. What do you weigh, 125? 130?” Marilyn wouldn’t answer me, but the look on her face made me think it was closer to the second number, not the first. “Five years from now, we’ll have had another kid or two, and you’ll have added another five pounds with each of them, at least. What will you end up weighing after three kids and not working out and putting a couple of pounds on every year? You know what you’ll be like, you’ll be like your mother!”
Marilyn’s face clouded up. “Be nice! You’d have a problem, too, if you had 13 kids!”
I just smiled and nodded. “Not in a million years, but that’s the thing. It just kind of creeps up on you. If I put on 50 or 60 pounds, it will be bad enough, but I’m seven inches taller than you. At your height, that weight would make you look like a beach ball. Besides, it will be good for you, you know that. It will be good for your heart.”
Marilyn grumbled but shrugged her shoulders. “When we get back, I’ll look into joining a gym. Maybe there will be one with a family plan.”
“Just so you don’t expect me to go to your karate classes!”
“It’s aikido and tae kwan do, and no, I won’t expect that.” I counted that as a victory, but Marilyn is lazy and doesn’t have the organization or drive that I do. I would have to make sure we went together, and not give her a chance for an excuse. Fortunately, it wasn’t like we needed to go to work. “Maybe I’ll teach that to Charlie.”
“Then you can go to school and explain how come he gave the kid in the cafeteria a karate chop!”
“Maybe I’ll wait on that.”
“Good idea!”
I smiled at her. “In the meantime, did you want to work up a sweat another way, or go down to the beach?”
Marilyn grinned at me. “Beach!”
I stood up and collected our breakfast fixings. “Okay, I bet we can work up a sweat down there, too.”
“You are so full of crap, it is not funny!” She stuck her tongue out at me and went inside. By the time I had finished carrying things in, she had a beach bag in her hand and was headed down to the beach. I went into the house and slipped into my shoes, grabbed my straw hat and a beach towel, and followed her. Once down at the beach, I followed my wife down into the water. We played grabass for a bit, but then I caught her and wouldn’t let go, and I worked her swimsuit off her and we fooled around in the surf. By the time we got back to the house, Mrs. Wilkes was already gone, although the bed was made and the laundry had been done.
And so it went for the next few days. We spent Thursday and Friday and Saturday on a second honeymoon, which went pretty much like the first one. In other words, we goofed off and screwed our brains out! Once Mrs. Wilkes left for the day, Marilyn became much more relaxed about running around in the buff. Thursday afternoon, I stripped Marilyn, and then as she lay there, I rubbed suntan lotion all over her front, with the excuse that I was helping her take care of the tan lines. Of course I wasn’t all that helpful, since after working her up, she dragged me on top of her and wrapped herself around me as I fucked her. Friday it rained most of the day, so we just stayed inside and goofed off. Saturday we got a little more adventurous. Marilyn was laying face down on the beach and sunning her back, when I offered my help. After undoing the ties on the swimsuit, I oiled her all over, paying special attention to her rear. I rubbed the oil into her asshole, and then lubed up my cock and assfucked her long and hard under the hot island sun. Afterwards we ran down to the water to clean up.
Saturday night things got… complicated.
Chapter 67: Complicated
Every evening we would go out to dinner. There are a number of small inns and restaurants in Governors Harbor, although none of them are very fancy. A lot of them are just bars that offer food, usually seafood. That was fine; we didn’t have to get dressed up and we both loved seafood. Besides, the island is pretty small. It stretches almost 90 miles long, but is really just a big beach in the middle of the ocean, and there are maybe 10,000 residents in about a dozen little towns up and down the length of the island. The biggest is Governors Harbor, but that can’t be more than a few thousand people, with the rest spread all over, and the only industry around is fleecing Yankees of their dollars.