Greece

After an intense night of love fueled by Crazy Horse, we went to sleep. The next day, we didn't oversleep and checked out on time. After a little over three hours of travel, we finally arrived in the capital of Greece, Athens. Carlos and I agreed to spend one day in each Greek city, so we could finish our sex marathon and explore all the cities we chose: Athens, Mykonos, Santorini, Crete, and Paros.

The capital is small and charming, a true open-air museum. Carlos and I were fascinated by the size of the Acropolis, which can be seen from all parts of the city. Since we were staying a short time in the capital, we chose the Athens Gate Hotel, located next to the Temple of Olympian Zeus on one side and the hills of the Acropolis on the other.

As soon as we arrived, a beautiful woman in the hotel's impeccable uniform greeted us with her welcoming smile. I approached her and said in English, "Good morning, reservation for the Salazar party, please."

"One moment, please," the receptionist requested. Then she smiled and said, "It's confirmed. Thank you and have a pleasant stay."

"Could you say that in Greek?" I asked, under Carlos's curious gaze. I smiled at him and explained, "I want to hear that I'm married in as many languages as possible."

"As you wish," the receptionist said, smiling. "I̱ kráti̱si̱ tou Lórdou kai ti̱s Laídi̱s tou Salazar epivevaió̱netai. Kaló̱s í̱rthate kai échoun mia o̱raía méra."

I nodded, satisfied. We almost ran to the corridor, like two eager children, and hurried to the seventh floor. I gazed in awe at the beautiful double room with a large balcony surrounding it, offering a view of the entire city, the Temple of Olympian Zeus, and the Acropolis.

"The bathroom has a bathtub, Jacuzzi, and shower," Carlos said, coming out of the bathroom. He kissed me and said, "We have to thank Mr. Ramón Penedo."

"Yes," I replied, kissing my husband. Our savings, mostly his, only covered the trip to Paris. But since I did everything my father asked, he gave me an all-expenses-paid trip to the Greek Islands. "But right now, all I want is to explore every corner of this room."

We hurriedly took off our clothes. We turned on the Jacuzzi, which was ready in no time. Carlos entered first and helped me get in. We started kissing and caressing each other. Then I pushed him toward the edge, making him sit with crossed legs. I positioned myself on his lap, facing him, and wrapped my legs around his waist. Our kisses and caresses became more intense, almost uncontrollable. Our bodies were fused, almost as one. Carlos sucked my breasts while I controlled the rhythm, making gentle back-and-forth movements. I noticed he was getting more excited, so I increased the pace. I felt my clitoris being stimulated by the contact of our bodies, arousing me. Carlos helped me by holding my hips and guiding the movements. I felt his arm trembling, and he closed his eyes... I felt that I was very close...

"Ah, Dáliaa!!!" Carlos roared, burying his head between my breasts. I started trembling, reaching climax.

***

With only one day to see everything Athens had to offer, we started by taking photos of the Temple of Zeus, located in front of our hotel. Then we decided to head straight to the Acropolis. The ancient buildings that form the Acropolis are imposing. We began with the Parthenon, built 500 years before Christ, entirely made of marble. We took photos in front of the Erechtheion and its marble sculptures and columns in the form of six maidens. After that, we entered the museum where we had the incredible opportunity to see a series of sculptures and reliefs.

Later, we strolled through the lively city with its cafes, taverns, pastry shops, and ice cream parlors. We walked so much that we returned to the hotel in the evening. We went to a nearby restaurant for dinner, and it was wonderful to taste all the colorful food, accompanied by regional dance and music shows. And, of course, we couldn't resist getting intimate in a narrow alley. Making love under the Greek starry sky is an experience I will cherish for life.

The next day, Mykonos, the most vibrant island in Greece. We practically threw our things in the room and went to Chora, the city center. There, we took a photo of a pelican, said to be the island's mascot, and then went to see Little Venice.

"How about going to Delos?" Carlos asked, walking by my side. I knew he loved history and archaeology, so I kissed him to show my agreement. "Then let's take a boat."

The island is an open-air archaeological site. We strolled around quickly since I also wanted to enjoy the sun a bit, and we had chosen Paragka, a peaceful beach, to fulfill one of my fantasies. We returned to Chora and rented a scooter because there's nothing better than riding with your husband and feeling the wind on your face. We headed towards the beach, and when we arrived, the sun was low, making the place even more beautiful. Paragka was deserted, and as they say, "An empty beach is a playground for newlyweds."

We took off our clothes and entered the crystal-clear waters of Paragka. Carlos pulled me close to him and began pleasuring me, which I reciprocated with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around my husband, and he helped me find the rhythm, harmonized with the movement of the waves. I pulled Carlos's wet hair, and he nibbled on my breasts while passionately penetrating me. We were on the verge of climax when Carlos stopped and said, "Let's finish on the sand."

He carried me to the sand, and we put on our clothes, leaving me on all fours while he entered me again, this time without stopping, hitting my buttocks. Our cries were carried by the wind. We collapsed onto our clothes, exhausted. We spent a while admiring the sky as the stars began to twinkle and then returned to the hotel.
***
As soon as we arrived in Santorini, the first thing we did was descend to the port and then climb to the top of the island on muleback. After that, we took a boat tour to the islands of Nea Kameni and Palaia Kameni, two small islands in the center of the Caldera, formed by the volcanic explosion. We hiked to the top of the volcano crater in Nea Kameni and took a dip in the hot mud in Palaia Kameni.

Afterward, we walked through the narrow streets of Fira, clinging to the cliffs, and indulged in some PDA in some of them, while in others, we simply admired the overlapping buildings. We sat in a café, enjoying the view of the volcano caldera.

***

We didn't stay long in Crete because we had to catch the small cruise that would take us to Balos Beach. It's just as beautiful as Paragka, but we couldn't baptize the beach as it was quite crowded, so we satisfied ourselves in Kissamos instead.

***

Our sex marathon was going strong when we arrived at the port of Parikia, the capital of Paros Island, with its welcoming white houses. After having breakfast, we enjoyed what the island had to offer, such as the Archaeological Museum, the Castle, the Sanctuary of Asclepius, the Katapoliani Church, the Naoussa Village with its Byzantine Museum, Folk Art Museum, and the Venetian Castle. But what we truly desired was to enjoy another beach. We chose Piso Livadi with its crystal-clear water. Today, I am determined to fulfill my desire of making love in the sea. We reached the beach and ran toward the white sand like two excited children. Carlos playfully pushed me down onto the sand and lay on top of me, laughing. I ran my fingers through his hair, and we began to kiss, not caring about the boats anchored on the shore. I reached inside Carlos's swim trunks, causing his penis to jump, surprised by my audacity.

"Do you really want to do it now?" Carlos asked, concerned.

"I want it in the sea... now," I said, getting up. I looked at the boats and noticed that the fishermen were watching us. I smiled and untied the top part of my red bikini, letting it fall on the sand. I turned around and found Carlos staring at me, amazed. "Are you coming?"

I ran into the water and dived in. When I resurfaced, my husband pulled me toward him and kissed me. We began touching each other, not caring about the people watching us. When he touched my clitoris, I felt a slight pain, but I didn't take it seriously. However, when he tried to penetrate me, I felt a sharp pain, as if he were thrusting a double-edged knife instead of his penis. I pushed my husband away, and he looked at me, concerned.

"What's wrong?" Carlos asked.

"It hurts," I replied, holding my vagina with my hands. The pain was unbearable.

Carlos carried me out of the water, thinking that maybe something had bitten me, but that wasn't the case. I felt pain in every part of my genitals. We returned to the hotel where we were staying, and I took a painkiller. Carlos tried to caress me that night, but I pushed his hand away.

"I'm sorry," I apologized without looking at him. I let my silent tears fall onto the pillow.

I'm afraid that something very wrong has happened and that I will never be able to be touched by my husband again. Then another terrible thought crosses my mind: If that were to happen, would Carlos still stay married to me, or would he ask for a divorce? What would become of me without him?

***

The next day, I woke up early and pack our things, avoiding thinking that something could be wrong. I still feel pain, even though I'm filled with medication. We quickly departed for Barcelona, hardly speaking to each other. I feel guilty for ruining our honeymoon.

We arrive at our long-awaited apartment, and I immediately pick up the phone to call my gynecologist, who schedules an appointment for the same day.

"Love, relax. Everything will be fine," Carlos says, trying to comfort me.

"I'll only relax after I find out what the hell is going on with me," I respond sharply, walking out the door.

***

Dr. Lucinda attentively observes me as I explain my symptoms to her. She has been taking care of me since I was thirteen, so she knows me very well. She conducts some tests and then leads me to her office, where she smiles and asks, "Was your honeymoon good?"

"I believe so..." I answer honestly. "Aside from this issue, everything else was great."

"I can see that from your test results," Lucinda jokes. "Don't worry, what you have is what we call honeymoon cystitis. It usually happens to newlyweds who have been enjoying the pleasures excessively. It can be treated with this medication I'm prescribing, and you need to stay away from any pleasurable activities for five days... do you think you can manage?"

"I promise I'll try," I respond, smiling.

I rush out of the office to return to the apartment. When I arrive, I find Carlos holding a bouquet of roses, sitting on the couch. I notice that he's nervous. He gets up and comes towards me, embracing me.

"How did it go?" my husband asks, looking into my eyes.

"The doctor said the pain is due to the marathon we had during our honeymoon," I reply, smiling. He kisses me, holding me tight.

"I told you it would be nothing."

"But what if it were?" I ask, looking directly at Carlos. "What if we could never... make love again? Would you stay with me?"

"I understand... so your concern is that you think I only married you for sex," Carlos deduces, enigmatic. He pulls me onto the couch and looks at me seriously. "Let me explain something to you, Dália Penedo Salazar: Although the offer of sex is quite appealing... it wasn't what led me to marry you. Dália, you're beautiful and everything, but I married you because I love you. I married you because I couldn't imagine my life without you by my side. I married you because I love the person you are. And even if we never made love again in our lives... I would still be married to you because I know we would find a way to make it work without letting it disrupt our life. And the little I know about you already show me what you're capable of."

I embrace my husband, crying. At that moment, I felt exactly the same way as Carlos. He completed me... at least I was certain of that... until Mr. X appeared.