Chapter 2

Elisa’s phone was buzzing too.

Guys started paying attention to my wife. Taking her on the floor without me and pushing the limits on how they should touch her.

I was just getting ready to put an end to it when I noticed for the first time a text box where I could type in questions. I bet the app would know a way for me to swoop in like a shining knight to the rescue.

I typed: “What do I do about guys who are hitting on my wife!”

Immediately it responded, “Is there one who is the leader?” It had to be a person on the other end. Hadn’t it?

I looked. Sure enough one guy was bolder than the other two: “Yes.”

“Do you think he’s good looking?”

I looked him over. Yea, he could have his choice: “Yes.”

“Wait until all three guys are together. Look the other two right in the eyes and tell them, ‘My wife is a special lady who deserves the best. It’s time for you to go.”

For better or worse I trusted it. The two guys caved instantly and left without disagreement. I looked suave and heroic. But the remaining, more charming guy, seemed encouraged rather than dissuaded.

Elisa checked her phone, “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.” She seemed cheery, rather than annoyed like me.

I thought it was a great way to extricate ourselves. My phone was, sadly, too quiet.

“Um, yea, let’s get some fresh air.” The guy produced a doobie winking at us conspiratorially.

Elisa giggled, “I haven’t lit up since college.” So off the three of us went, instead of just us two.

Holding our shoes we walked the water’s edge and Ryan turned out to be a great guy to talk to. President of a company that just happened to be in my field so we had lots to talk about. A young widower. And when we came upon a beach cabana he suggested it was the perfect place to get high.

Finishing her drink, Elisa commented dreamily on the moonlight and the gentle lapping of the waves.

Twenty minutes later and the only time my phone bothered us was when it said, “You wanted to see her touch herself: to know her secret.” Then its last cryptic message was, “You’re on your own and she must be left on her own too.” If I was understanding things right, now was the time for her to masturbate for me – right here in front of this stranger. My pent up sexual energy skyrocketed a thousand times over.

When I looked for clarification or direction it shut down, leaving me helpless on how to proceed.

Passing the joint around, Ryan was talking, “I like you two.” Then he started hinting uncertainly at something. “You’re a good looking couple. Elisa looks fabulous in that dress that covers too little and you’ve got an easy manner that puts me at rest.”

I was feeling anything but easy, and then he crossed the line, “I’ve always had this fantasy about being, er, taken care of, by a couple…”

I placed myself physically between my wife and the interloper. “Well, she’s not like that. She’s mine and I’m not sharing.” I felt her relax, her body pressed against my back as I protected her.

“So, she’s not available? Not for ANY price?” I frowned at him, yet couldn’t help but think about how rich he was. She hugged me while Ryan surprised me, “I respect that Max.”

Then he went on, “I have another fantasy…to watch a woman please herself while her husband pleases me. Do you think you two might be up for that? You’re real handsome, Max.”

I was shocked at what he was suggesting. I’m not sure if I was more or less shocked by that than by the previous proposal.

But I too wanted to see her masturbate. It WAS the whole reason we were here after all. The reason the machine led us to this very spot? And just the mere notion of it had me hard in my pants.

I thought about the messages that had kicked off our evening: Be bold.”, “Take a chance.”, “Make her dreams come true.” This fantasy that the EFG had made WAS supposed to be hers as well as mine so maybe she WANTED to masturbate for me, for us, all along?

What could it hurt if she touched herself in front of Ryan?

She whispered in my ear, “You’re the boss.” Those three little words conveyed so much love and admiration! I felt manly and in control.

When I looked back to Ryan his cock was waving in the breeze and he was expectantly hoping for me to give him a blowjob. I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking that if the app wanted me to do it then I should. But did it really want me to? It hadn’t directly said so.

Ryan spoke so confidently, “It’s your choice, Max.”

Behind me Elisa’s hand moved from my shoulder down down, somewhere low, and my lusty thoughts kicked into overdrive.

I turned to get a better view of her wanton behavior. I was right! Her hand WAS somewhere under her flowy dress.

Meanwhile, Ryan placed two gentle hands on my neck, drawing me in slowly…

“Stop.” I objected weakly. But Elisa’s fingers were in her box. “Can you move next to Ryan so I can watch what you’re doing while…” I couldn’t finish that sentence.

Elisa glanced at another man’s cock for the first time in forever. I was sure that look she gave me was telling me that I’d promised to make her fantasy come true.

Right or wrong I let him pull my head down to his firm taut cockskin.

He didn’t jam the head in my mouth. That would have been too much – too soon. Instead he was talking to my dear horny wife as she climbed up onto the bench next to him, “I like tender kisses on the side first.” It felt more like he was talking to me even though his eyes were glued to her cleavage.

So what else could I do? I kissed the side of his dick. I stayed away from the fearful head, but also steered clear of his brutish and hairy balls. It was firm, warm, and clean-smelling. Really, not objectionable at all.

Ryan moaned and that set off Elisa, who slouched as she worked herself over. It was fucking incredible: two of her delicate hands were buried in her snatch: doing things I couldn’t even speak aloud.

Her bare shoulders touched his, but I wasn’t jealous at all. All her attention was on me. He meant nothing to her. In fact, I felt like I was her whole world and she was mine.

Ryan’s fingers urged me to move up and down and his dirty monologue with Elisa continued, “I like it when there’s a slow progression from just lips on the side to a hint of tongue with an exploratory attitude.

Who ever heard of an ‘exploratory attitude’ during a BJ? Elisa responded, “Unh huh.” It was a simple agreement but it made me want to, to explore. I felt it with my lips though not really seeing what I was doing because I was so intent on watching the hottest sight in the world.

“What do you like best about sucking Max’s cock, Elisa?” He pushed my lips to his balls as he asked her.

She ignored his question, “I like how you’re guiding him so confidently. Your orbs are caressing his lips.”

They were, in fact, caressing me. And she was saying she liked it. I was watching her rub her clit in response to his balls on my lips. Never in my wildest dreams did it occur to me that THIS is what turned her motor. And never in my wildest dreams did I previously think that I’d see her circling her clit.

But there she was, rubbing one out while drooling over my ball-licking.

Ryan reached for a boob without actually touching her, “Are you sure you don’t want to join Max on the sand?

She slapped his hand playfully and replied, out of breath, “I’m… fine… watching… but maybe…”

I really wanted to know what that ‘maybe’ was.

I didn’t have to wait long. Ryan pushed her, “What do you need gorgeous? Do you want to rub your boobs on his face and my big cock while he sucks it?” He chose that moment to pop the end into my mouth. It was somehow both gross and delicious at the same time.

“Nooo.” She was laughing nervously. But she couldn’t take her eyes off my hollowed cheeks.

Then she got serious, “But maybe you could cum on his face?”

It was Ryan’s turn to get serious, “Aw, baby, I always go deep.” I felt his cock shrink almost imperceptibly. “I don’t know. It’s not the same. It would be — incomplete.”

She turned to begging again, like the other day, “Please, do it for me.”

Ok. But on one condition. I mean, it could ruin today’s experience so the least you guys could do is to make it up to me tomorrow.

“And if we – make it up to you – you’ll do it?”

“Yea, baby. Whatever you want.”

Her back arched as her fingers probed her gash, “We’re in suite 215. Do it! Coat his face!”

She never asked me, just assuming I would go along with it. And seeing her flushed chest and wet fingers, I did. Besides, she was wrong about the room number.

Ryan took his cock from me, jerking it fast and hard, aiming right at my helpless face.

I gawked at her fingers, “Yes! Cum for me!” She said it a bit too loudly for this semi-public place.

I was surprised to feel her foot slide up the inside of my leg to tap my balls. She caressed the area with her foot, knowing that I was turned on. This made her moan yet again.

Her foot was bouncing to the rhythm of her fingers in her snatch.

She never took her eyes off my face. But speaking to our new friend she said, “Ryan, cum on Max.”

I craved seeing her cum as well and it was my turn to beg, “Elisa, cum for me too.”

“I’m there…almost…again. It was a small one. I’m gonna do it again. But I want you to cum too, Max… All three of us.”

Just then from the corner of my eye I witnessed the head of Ryan’s cock spurt a big rope of cum. In my vision it came out in slow motion, flying through the air. It hit me right in the eye, making me squint. I flinched when the next shot hit my upper lip. As he jerked erratically the volleys hit me randomly, coating much of my face in the slime which I was actually permitting just to see Elisa masturbate.

With my one clear eye I watched intently as Elisa was humping her hands, thrusting her hips, and in her excitement, unwittingly slapping my balls a little too hard with her foot. One boob accidentally fell out of her dress which was now hiked up high, showing off her self-pleasuring to both us horny guys.

I humped her foot, holding it tightly to my throbbing cock knowing full well that she could feel me cumming in my underwear. I came from the whole wild scene, but mostly from the sheer sexiness of watching her play with her cunt.

They grunted for another moment before calming down. Slouching further on the bench the two of them put their clothing back in order, while I used my shirt to wipe a huge amount of runny spooge from my face.

Parting ways as we were leaving, I held up her tipsy body as she swayed and stumbled with me back to our room, “Remember, she called to Ryan. Room 215.”

I called back to Ryan myself, “Hey, Ryan! She’s drunk and high.” I was going to let it go at that. Then I added, “It’s room 315.”

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