After an intense night of love stimulated by Crazy Horse, we went to sleep. The next day we did not miss the time and checked out on schedule. After a little more than three hours of travel, we finally reach the capital of Greece, Athens. Carlos and I agreed to stay one day in each Greek city , so we would finish our sex marathon and get to know all the cities we chose: Athens, Mykonos, Santorini, Crete, and Paros. 
The capital is small and charming, a real open-air museum. Carlos and I were delighted with the size of the Acropolis that can be seen from all points of the city. Since we were going to stay a short time in the capital, we chose the Athens Gate hotel, which is next to the temple of Olympian Zeus and the other the hills of the Acropolis.
As soon as we arrived, a beautiful woman in the impeccable uniform of the hotel greets us with her welcoming smile. I approach and say in English:

—Good morning, reserve Salazar, please.
— One moment, please. - asks the receptionist. Then she smiles and says. — It’s confirmed. Thank you and have a pleasant stay, Mr and Mrs. Salazar.
— Would you say that in Greek? - I ask under the curious views of Charles. I smile at him and explain. — I want to hear that I’m married in as many languages as I can. 
— As you wish. - says the receptionist, smiling.— I kráti si tou Lórdou kai ti s Laídi s tou Salazar epivevaió netai . Kaló s í rthate kai échoun mia o raía méra ( You and Mrs. Salazar’s reservation has been confirmed.

I shake my head, satisfied. We almost run into the hallway, as if we were two rocket children, and press to the seventh floor. Enchanted eye to the beautiful double room with a large balcony around, overlooking the entire city, the temple of Olympian Zeus and the Acropolis.

—The bathroom has a bathtub, Jacuzzi, and shower. - says Carlos, coming out of the bathroom. He kisses me and says. — We have to thank Mr Ramón Penedo.

— Yes. - I answer, kissing my husband. 

Our savings, more of them than mine, only funded the trip to Paris. But as I did everything my father asked, he gave me the trip with everything paid to the Greek Islands.

—But the only thing I want now is to explore every corner of this room. - Warning my husband between kisses.

We rip off our clothes, hurriedly. We turn on the jacuzzi that in a short time is ready for us. Carlos enters first and helps me to enter. We begin to kiss and caress, then push him close to the edge, making him sit cross-legged. I fit into his lap in front of him and run my legs around his waist. Our kisses and caresses are more intense, almost uncontrollable. Our bodies are glued together, almost as one. Carlos sucks my breasts while I control the rhythm, making light swinging movements. I notice he’s getting more excited, so I increase my rhythm. I feel my clitoris being stimulated by the contact of our bodies, exciting me. Carlos helps me, holding my hips and leading the movements. I feel his arm tremble; he closes his eyes… I feel that I am very close…

—Ahhhh Daliaa!- Roars Carlos, throwing his head between my breasts. I start to tremble, arriving at the climax.

***
With just one day to get to know all that Athens has to offer, we started taking pictures of the Temple of Zeus in front of our hotel and then decided to go straight to the Acropolis. The set of old buildings that make up the Acropolis are imposing, we start with the Parthenon, built 500 years before Christ and all in marble. Then we entered the museum, where we had the incredible opportunity to see a series of sculptures and reliefs.
Then we went for a walk through the city full of life with its cafés, taverns, pastries, and ice cream parlors. We walked so much that we returned to the hotel already in the evening.

So we went to dinner at the restaurant nearby, and it was wonderful to taste all that colorful food and still accompanied by dance shows and regional music. And of course I couldn’t miss it, making out in an alley. Making love under the Greek starry sky is an experience I will take into my life.
The next day, Mykonos, the hottest island in Greece. We practically threw our stuff in the room and went to Chora, the city center. There we took a picture of a Pelican that is said to be the mascot of the island, and then we went to meet Little Venice. 

— How about we go to Delos? - asks Carlos, walking beside me. I know he loves history and archaeology, so the kiss, agreeing. — Then we’ll take a boat.

The island is an open-air archaeological site. So we walked a bit and very fast since I also wanted to enjoy some sun, and we had chosen Paragka, a quiet beach, to perform a fetish for mine. We returned to Chora and rented a scooter, because nothing better than to walk clinging to your husband, enjoying the wind pass through his face. We went towards the beach and as soon as we arrived the sun was very low leaving the place even more beautiful. Paragka was deserted and, as they say: empty beach, workshop of the newlyweds.
We take off our clothes and enter the crystal clear waters of Paragka. Carlos pulls me close to him and begins to masturbate me, which I also do with pleasure. Then I wrap my legs around my husband, who helps me in the rhythm harmonized with the movement of the waves. I pull Carlos' wet hair that nibbles on my breasts as it penetrates me, full of desire. We were very close to making fun when Carlos stops and says:

—Let’s finish in the sand.

He carries me to the sand, and we put on our clothes so that I’m on all fours while he shoves it again, this time without stopping, hitting my ass. The wind carries away our cries. We fall on top of our clothes, exhausted. We were admiring for a long time the sky that begins to star and then we returned to the hotel.

***

Once we arrived in Santorini, the first thing we did was go down to the port and climb, in mule loin, to the top of the island. Then a boat trip to the islands of Nea Kameni and Palaia Kameni, two small islands in the center of the Caldera, from the explosion. We climb to the top of the volcano crater in Nea Kameni and take a hot mud bath in Palaia Kameni.
Soon after we walked through the alleys of Fira, on the slope of the cliffs, and we were kneading in some of them, in others we just admired the constructions superimposed on each other. We sat in a café, enjoying the caldera of the volcano.

***
We didn’t stay much in Crete, because we had to take the small cruise that will go to the beach of Balos. She is as beautiful as Paragka, but we could not baptize the beach since it was very busy, so the way was to satiate us in Kissamos.

***
Our sex marathon was going strong when we arrived at the port of Parikia capital of the island of Paros, full of white houses welcoming. After having coffee we went to enjoy 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, Museum of Popular Art and the Venetian Castle. But what we really wanted was to enjoy a beach again. Our choice was Piso Livadi and its crystal clear water. I am determined to fulfill my desire to fuck in the sea today. We arrived at the beach and ran towards the white sand equal to two children. Carlos drops me in the sand and lies on me, laughing. I touch her hair, and we start kissing, no matter the boats anchored on the beach. I hold Carlos' penis inside his bathing trunks, making him jump, surprised by my audacity.

— Do you really want to do it now? - asks Carlos, worried. 

—I want it at sea... now. - I say getting up. I look at the boats and notice that the fishermen are watching us. I smile and untie the top of my red bikini, dropping it in the sand. I turn and find Carlos admiring me, amazed. — You come?

I run into the water and dive. When I come back to the surface, my husband pulls me towards him and kisses me. We start touching without caring about people looking at us. When he touches my clitoris, I feel a slight Dore I don’t take seriously. So when he tries to penetrate me, I feel a strong pain, as if he is sticking a double-edged knife and not his penis, then I push my husband who looks at me, worried.

—What was it? - asks Carlos.
—It hurts.- I answer, holding my vagina with my hands. It’s unbearable pain.

Carlos carried me out of the water, thinking maybe it was something that bit me, but no. I felt every part of my sex hurt. We go back to the hotel where we are staying and take a painkiller. Carlos tries to caress me at night, but I take his hand away.

—Sorry. - I ask without facing it . I let my silent tears fall on the pillow.

I am afraid that something very bad has happened and can never be touched by my husband again. Then another terrible thought goes through my head: If this happens, is Carlos still married to me, or does he ask for separation? What would I do without him?

***

The next day I get up early and tidy up our things, avoiding as much as possible to think that something could be wrong. I still feel pain, even clogged with medicines. We left quickly for Barcelona, practically without talking. I feel guilty for ruining our honeymoon.
We arrived in our dreamed apartment and I will go straight to the phone call my gynecologist who makes an appointment for the same day.

— Love, relax. It’ll be all right. - says Carlos, trying to console me.
—I’ll just relax after I figure out what the hell is going on with me. - I reply, gruffly coming out the door.

***
Doctor Lucinda stares at me as she explains the symptoms to her. She’s taken care of me since I was thirteen so she knows me very well. He performs some tests with me and then leads me to his office, where with a smile on his lips he asks me:

— Was your honeymoon good?
— I believe so...- I answer being sincere.—Apart from that fact, the rest was great...
— You can tell by your exams. - Lucinda jokes.- Don’t worry, what you have is what we call honeymoon cystitis. It usually happens to people who get married... and enjoy too much pleasure. It is treatable with this medicine that I will prescribe and you need to stay five days away from any pleasurable exercise... do you think you can?
—I promise to try.- he replies, smiling.

I run out of the office to return to the apartment. As soon as I arrive, I find Carlos with a bouquet of roses in his hands sitting on the sofa. I notice he’s nervous. He gets up and comes towards me, hugging me.

—How was it? - my husband asks, staring at me.
—The doctor said that the pains are due to the marathon we did on our honeymoon. - I answer, smiling. He kisses me, hugging me strongly.
— I said it would be nothing.
— But what if it was? - I ask staring at Carlos, attentively.— What would it be like if we could never ... have sex? Would you stay with me?

—I get it. So your concern is why you think I got married just to have sex with you. - deduces Carlos, enigmatic. El eme pulls to the couch and faces me very seriously. — Let me explain something Dália Penedo Salazar: Although the offer of sex is very interesting... it was not she who led me to marry you. Dalia, you’re beautiful and all. Only I married you because I love you. I got married because I couldn’t live without you by my side. I got married because I love the person you are. And even if we didn’t make love ever again in life... I’d still be married to you because I know we’d find a way to keep it from messing up our lives. And the little I know you already show me what you’re capable of.

I hug my husband, crying. At that moment, I felt exactly the same as Carlos. He completed me... at least I was sure of it... until Mr.X.