Chapter 6

“Good morning. Looks like a great beach day.” Boyd flashed a broad smile as he slid a plate piled high with scrambled eggs and bacon onto the table.

After extricating myself from his wife’s tight embrace with only a murmur from her, I had crept from the bedroom with the enticing aromas of fresh coffee and frying bacon tickling my nostrils.

“That it does.” I replied, gazing out at the bright blue sky, marred only by the merest puffs of swift moving cotton.

“How’ve you been, Tommy?” In another red flower print Hawaiian shirt and dark blue swim trunks, Boyd placed his mug and plate across from me.

“Pretty good.” I took a long sip of coffee as he sat to eat. “Things got a bit lean earlier this year. Car was on the fritz and I’d just paid tuition.”

“Tommy!” Brows knitted; Boyd gave me the look my dad used to give me when I’d done something stupid. “I told you before. If you need anything, you call.”

As I nodded, hoping to appear suitably chastised, he went on. “After everything you’ve done for us, all you need to do is call, damn it.”

Again I nodded. Yeh, I’d saved their marriage. After almost twenty years of him becoming busier as he climbed the ranks of the party, Elaine ... Well, having an astronomical libido, she’d been on the verge of cheating with an aide of his. One day, at a garden party, she’d confessed to a group of close friends. Most had suggested therapy. But one woman pulled her aside and mentioned a guy that could help them. I was that guy. The woman and her husband, an Army officer, had been using my services since Germany.

And the rest was history. It wasn’t long after we met Elaine developed her toy role with me. Although, as I’ve noted, I sure felt more like her toy at times. Which was fine. With me, she could go absolutely wild and I took care of her needs. And Boyd...

With a sigh, I looked at him as he continued to peer at me over the rim of his mug. Well, her beloved husband got to play Sancho, our loyal servant. He was a gourmet cook and made the best damned coffee on the planet.

“You know...” He gulped and glanced at the bedroom before repeating. “You know, Tommy.” Boyd once again paused, his fingers tapping on the mug before adding in a low, hopeful tone. “If you need somewhere to stay, you could move to our place.”

As I lowered my fork, I gazed at him before chuckling. “Oh, yeh. And how would that look?”

“We have a guest house out back, on the far side of the pool. You could just live—”

With a wave of my hand, I cut him off. “You and I both know that wouldn’t work. At all. One hint of—” I gestured to the bedroom door— “us and—”

“I’d risk it for her.” As the words spat from him, Boyd’s eyes were like lasers on me.

He would. He truly would risk everything for her. But he had constituents, good folks, who’d be scandalized.

“Thanks, Boyd. I really mean it, but ... Let’s face it. How long is it before she recovers after she gets home? From being with me?”

“Uh, maybe a week, two...” As soft music started beyond it, he glanced at the bedroom door.

With another laugh, I leaned back. “If I lived with you, she’d never walk straight again.”

As he nodded, his face lit and he let out a belly-shaking guffaw. “Okay, okay. You’re right. It’s just that ... You’re so amazing with her. What you do to her. And how well you do it. It’s awe-inspiring, Tommy.” At my laugh, he raised his eyebrow and continued. “I mean it, Tommy. How do you...? I mean ... At the cafe, she rides you all during dinner ... And you never...” He glanced at my crotch.

“Discipline, Boyd. Good old training and discipline. If I’d come inside her, she’d be a sloppy mess...” I laughed. “Well, more of a sloppy mess than she normally is. And I’m here to make sure your wife, and you, have fun.”

“You really are a good man, Tommy.”

“Hey, you’re the real hero. I just—help.”

“Help! Is that what you call it?”

When he laughed again, I put down my mug and joined him. At the sound of the door opening, we both fell silent. Then hissed every molecule of air from our lungs. In the tiniest yellow bikini known to man, Elaine padded out in bare feet. With her long blonde hair once more in a high ponytail, she beamed at us while placing a bottle of suntan lotion into my hand.

“Could you get my back, Tommy?” she asked before sweeping her ponytail forward over her shoulder.

“Sure.” After a quick glance at Boyd, who was swallowing a chuckle, I pushed my chair backward.

As I stood, his wife started to turn from me, but I stopped her and poured cream on my palm. After tossing the bottle to the table and running my palms together, I placed them on her back. Her eyes widened when I pressed her into me and smeared the snowy, warm lotion over her heaving spine.

“Oh, God. Tommy. You’ve got such great hands.” As her wavering voice dribbled from her shaking lips, the heat of her breath seared my chest.

After winking at her husband over her shoulder, I slipped the fingers of one hand under the yellow string holding her top and the other under the thin cord around her waist. A whimper tore from her as I pushed her compact little ass and sharp-pointed tits into me, grinding her against my hardening staff.

“Oh, fuck. God. Tommy’s getting hard again, Boyd.” As she stared up at me, biting deep into her lower lip, I let my grin widen.

“Good morning, little toy.”

As soon as I spoke, Elaine bucked against me, eyes widening; another whimper flew from her lips. With a chuckle, I removed my hands and pushed her towards the table as Boyd stood to get her breakfast from the kitchenette.

“Do we have to go to the beach?” Elaine’s voice trembled, and a tremor rumbled through her while she settled into a chair. She looked from me to her husband, who placed her eggs and bacon along with a mug of coffee, before adding. “We could stay here...”

“Oh, no, little toy.” Eyes widening, she tracked me as I stepped behind her. She arched skyward when I drove my hands down her chest, pushing under the tiny yellow triangles. As I crushed her shaking cones, pulling a twisting moan from her, I added as I winked at her husband. “Dressed like that. I want to show off my horny little toy.”

That was the other thing. Before meeting me, Elaine had never been an exhibitionist. Horny as hell, yes. But as they’d admitted, she’d never felt safe enough with Boyd. As the night before had shown, that had changed. And after I pulled my hands away and replaced her top, she sat there eating, eyes twinkling up at me. Because of course she wore that swimsuit to show off. For me. To anyone who’d watch, as long as she felt secure, which also meant with me.

And, if there was any lingering question of her increasing desire to show off, as we headed to the beach, she soon reminded us of it. After breakfast, he and I hauled a folding chair, a small cooler, towels, and an umbrella for him. Meanwhile, for the first time foregoing any coverup, his wife pranced ahead of us. Whenever passing cars slowed and tooted at her, she beamed. Catcalls and hoots set her whirling in her sandals, showing off her taut little frame as she flashed huge smiles at me. Yeh, she’d come into her own.

The truth of it was that Boyd could enjoy watching and, as he said, be amazed at what she would do—for me. However, it was on me to keep finding ever more daring things for her to accomplish. Right then, spinning and playing to her passing audience in nothing but three miniscule yellow triangles, she’d broken a new boundary.

As she tugged her little top apart to flash her jiggling tits at me, her smile ... My heart hammered. Another boundary shattered. Just as she twirled to squeeze her little boobs at a passing minivan loaded with jeering workers, she flashed her beaming gaze at me.

Karen’s face popped into my mind.

That was it!

Oh, shit. Karen had the same sort of vibe. That drive to experiment. To push herself. To perform. Sean had set things up, just as Boyd did each time with Elaine. Then my heart raced, and the road blurred even as Elaine shoved her little cones under the tiny triangles and poked her tongue at me. But I didn’t want Elaine. Not for myself, anyway. Taking her from Boyd had never entered my mind. And she’d mentioned nothing like that to me.

But Karen ... Her amazingly deep, dark eyes.

As I shook my head, Elaine flashed me another grin, though she tilted her head while raising an eyebrow. Her hazel eyes locked on mine. Perhaps? No. Elaine and Boyd had an entire ‘real’ life outside these little fantasy jaunts. No, this was business. With Sean and Karen—also only business. They were simply clients.

Though Karen had such pretty eyes.

As she flashed a tit at a taxi, Boyd spoke in a low tone. “Tommy, has she ever...” He licked his lips as he tore his eyes from his wife to gaze at me. “Has she ever asked to, uh, stay with you? I mean, not just stay longer, but ... But, to leave me? For you?”

The world whirled. Had he caught that weird gleam in his wife’s eyes? She’d never said anything or even hinted at it, but that expression was new.

“No, Boyd. Never.”

“Okay. You’d tell me, right?”

“Of course.”

We walked on in silence, our eyes tracking Elaine as she spun and danced, top flicking on and off her tits depending on her audience.

“I would miss her, Tommy.”

“I know. She’s a real firecracker.”

“Since she met you, yes.”

“You’re welcome.” I laughed, but he rolled his lips.

“I can’t keep up with her, Tommy. To be honest, I never could. You’ve saved us.”

My mind awhirl with imagining Elaine with me, I remained silent as we walked along the now leveling ground. No. I shook my head. It would never work. She was a mother—and a wife. I was not good father material. And doing this for a living—how could I ever be a husband? At last, the rumbling of surf became louder when the ocean came into view.

“Please, don’t leave us, Tommy.” At the borderline desperate tone in his voice, I slowed to face him. “I mean it, please. She’d leave me without you.”

“Oh, I don’t know—”

“I do, Tommy.” The hand he’d raised to cut me off trembled, but he added. “When we’re getting ready for these.” He gestured around. “These times with you. She’s downright yippy. For weeks ahead of time. Just thinking about you. About what you’re going to do to her. That’s all you.”

“You do pay me, Boyd.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tommy. I’ve seen the way you look at her.” He paused to check she was still at a distance before the rest rushed from his lips. “And the way she looks at you. You aren’t doing this just for the money.”

His wife—stunningly gorgeous, petite, and toned—spun with her honey-blonde ponytail whirling around her. As she giggled like a naughty schoolgirl on a field trip, in the mottled sunshine beneath the palms lining the beach, I sighed. If she’d been less alluring, would I’ve still been there?

With another sigh, I nodded.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Being honest. It’s pretty rare these days, Tommy.”

Once we stepped onto the warm beach, Elaine raced towards the surf; her sandals kicked up little tufts of sand in their wake. That was also her thing; she always chose the spot.

When she stopped at the high water mark, hands waving overhead, she beamed at us as we trudged closer. Both Boyd and I noticed heads turning and sidelong glances from several scattered beachgoers, a mix of locals and visitors. So did she, as her eyes locked onto mine. All watched her slight figure, bouncing on her tiptoes in that miniscule swimsuit.

“Boyd.”

“Yes.”

“Here’s some more honesty. Right now, more than ever, I really, really want to fuck your hot, sexy wife so hard she won’t be able to walk for weeks.”

At first he tried to hold in his laugh, but when my chortle began, his lips flew apart and he guffawed; his eyes watering. Soon, we were both in tears, laughing as we staggered to a halt before her. Head cocked, Elaine gazed at us, but we both kept our little secret as we laid everything out. Once I’d placed her towel, she slid down with a sigh, still flicking a questioning look between us as we struggled to contain our sputtering laughter. After I lay mine directly next to hers, Boyd sat in the chair under the umbrella; his family, and he, had a history of skin cancer.

Once she’d squirmed herself into place, I planted my outstretched hand on Elaine’s stomach. Though she sucked in air through her clenched teeth, she didn’t move until I slid my fingers down to sink them beneath the tiny yellow bottoms. Her hard nib glided between them as she arched up into my palm. A whimper fled her as she turned to me. With a grin, I squeezed my fingers tight, trapping her slick little clit. Eyes widening, a low hungry moan slid from her as warm dribbles flowed through my digits.

“Tommy...” Whatever she planned to say died in a hiss through her gritted teeth when I curled the tip of my middle finger into her slit and dragged it downward.

“Well, aren’t we horny this morning?”

“You ... You already ... Knew that ... You tease.”

“I’m the tease? You’re the one in this.” After removing my finger, I lifted my hand, digging the little string into her hips.

Elaine giggled. Such a cute sound.

“You might as well be naked out here.”

Her eyes glittered. As tiny as her swimsuits had been, she hadn’t done that—yet. As I said, I often helped her push her boundaries.

“Boyd.” As I called out, I once more sank my finger into his wife’s soaking little petals. She pushed her pelvis upward, taking me deeper, gliding me into her tight little pussy as a rippling moan ripped from the writhing woman.

“Yes, Tommy?”

“What did I say I was going to do?”

A laugh snorted from him as his wife struggled to breathe. I’d found her little spot.

“You said you wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t walk for weeks.”

When I skimmed my thumb over her clit, Elaine’s eyes flew wide and her fingers crushed my wrist, trying to push me deeper into her. With a nod, I ripped my finger free and left her bikini bottom with a snap. She yelped, then moaned with frustration before yipping as I clasped her wavering wrist to tug her to her feet.

“Tommy!” spat from her as she staggered behind me while I marched us towards the surf.

We’d never actually fucked out here. Well, we had, but it’d been after midnight. After one of her dances; the alley had been too crowded—even for her.

“My toy. Mine.” As the waves slapped against my shins, I pulled her tight to me.

Locked on mine, Elaine’s eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them. When she nodded, I dragged her deeper. She jerked as I undid and tore away her bottoms.

“Fuck me, toy,” I said while shoving them in the pocket of my trunks.

Unleashed, with her lips deep inside her mouth, Elaine ran her hands up my chest to my shoulders; her ponytail, now soaked, stuck to the back of her neck. With a moan she pushed downward, lifting herself, legs spread alongside my hips. After I yanked aside my swimsuit, I held my shaft beneath her; it dragged along her inner thigh until warmth engulfed it.

Elaine’s eyes fluttered; her elbows bent. The warmth became slick tightness and pulsating velvet flesh as she sank downwards. Mouth opening wide, when her shaking little butt settled into my palms, I let out a long sigh and stared into her hazel eyes. That mystical gleam reappeared; my heart raced into overdrive. As her arms slipped around my neck, her legs clamped me—tight.

Glistening, hungry eyes on mine, her thighs tensed while she lifted, drawing her smooth, pulsating velvety insides along my throbbing mast. Time slowed as she raised higher until I tugged on her waist. With a soft sigh, she reversed and dropped. The gleam in her eyes—it sharpened. Became twin lasers of...

Yeh, we both knew it. Out there in front of everyone, including her husband, Elaine wasn’t simply fucking.

With a whimper, her mouth came forward, and I met it with my open lips; our tongues danced together. Each time she lifted as high as she could, I helped drift her back downward. Slow. Timeless. Sounds faded away until all I could hear was her soft, shallow breaths and the beating of her hammering heart. Her eyes, with that “no longer mysterious” gleam ablaze, met mine.