Half a Sex Shop Ch. 02

Author's notes:

Welcome to part two of Half a Sex Shop. Be warned, there is a lot of exposition in this one. I purposefully left part 1 without any firm explanations, which means we get a lot of explanations in this one. I tried to keep it fun, I enjoy the characters, but I'm biased. Not trying to make this an everytime thing, but the sex does come near the end again. So if that is all you are here for now you know where to look.

Finally if you weren't aware of this before now, I have the maturity level and sense of humor roughly equivalent to a fourteen year old boy. I get a giggle out of writing this, but those actually mature may not.

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They were on the cash register. Or had been maybe? I was starting to confuse myself. But I was sure of at least the fact that they had been there yesterday morning. I had spent probably close to an hour examining that crazy ornate, impossible cash register yesterday. Not just pulling the lever like Kendra said, but actually in-depth examining.

There were six buttons each shaped like a different animal. I had hit every single one of them in every combination I could think of with no effect. Running down each side of the register was a painted scene. Mural? Fancy smancy cash register probably had a fancy name for what was on it. But each of the figures before me was painted there on the cash register. G on the left and whatever his name was on the right.

"... new life Kendra and Tom Greenthalw." The words echoed weirdly in my head, it seemed like they had been said before. Different maybe? Oh for fucks sake.

"Was the lightning you too?", I nearly shouted. "Tried to kill us then decided to make up for it with a corset or..." I waved at the garment still clutched in Kendra's hand. Looking at it my anger vanished. Had I just accused them of calling lightning?

"Do you need some tea bro", the man asked in a kind gentle voice. Bro? How many times could I say what the fuck before it didn't mean anything?

"Those words", I stammered. "Welcome to my life. I said that... thought that at the funeral. Then there was lightning." The words sounded stupid even to me. Even after Kendra asking about the jacuzzi, which again What. The. Fuck.

The man, I really needed a name or even just a letter to call him by, gently pulled away from G. He walked up to me and put a massive arm around my shoulders. "That wasn't us, but good try. Let's get you some tea." He steered me towards the sex shop.

"Wait no he doesn't need tea", Kendra shouted. Oh good, nature was healing. "Certainly not from popping people we just met. What the hell is going on here? What do you mean you made this corset for me? How is this my life? What happened to me?"

The man, muscles yeah his name is fucking muscles until he says otherwise, had stopped at her outburst and was looking at her with a small smile. "Popping people", he chuckled. "That's a first and I don't have many of those left."

Muscles let go of me and moved back towards G. He waved his hand towards us and I had the utterly bizarre urge to duck. Of course nothing actually happened besides his wave as he grabbed his discarded broom and sat cross-legged atop a table.

"All yours G, this is your ass. I'm just facilitating" Muscles said with a sigh.

"Right. So I'm here to get my ass and Fi", G gestured at Muscles, "is here facilitating." She was looking back and forth between Kendra and I. Her face was guileless and radiant with a massive smile and twinkling dancing eyes. I got the feeling she was one of those happy, peppy people who are obnoxiously upbeat about everything. Probably easier to get away with that when everyone is distracted by Pantene commercial worthy hair swirls, "Maybe it's Maybelline" looks without actual makeup, and a body that would give dead men hard-ons. Plus it was all genuine. None of it seemed like an act. There weren't any moments that she didn't seem happy, excited, and just enthusiastic about literally everything.

"What so he", I pointed at Muscles "is called Fi? What's your name" I gestured generally towards G.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you heard my name earlier since you asked about the jacuzzi. I'm G".

I groaned.

Kendra looked thunderous. "So he is Fi, you are G, and he is facilitating getting your ass?" She did finger-quotes when she said facilitating. At this point I thought it might be even odds whether she just beat one of them to death with the corset or the blood vessel pulsing above her eyebrow finally burst.

G nodded happily.

"See", she said enthusiastically turning her head towards Fi. "I told you my ass would be easy. Few decades and we are outta here. Your record is toast. Sucks to suck!" She did what I think was supposed to be that hip thrust, crotch slap thing from 20 years ago as she said the last part. I hadn't seen it in years but mostly remembered it just looking dumb. The way she did it, and how physics interacted with her body, she'd probably make shy virgins cum in their shorts just from watching and pick up a couple AVN awards to boot.

"This is too much", I groaned, sinking to the floor. "Too much. Nothing you say is making sense." I tried to rest my head in my hands but felt them being grabbed by someone whose skin defined soft.

"I'm sorry but what is too much?" I heard G's voice right in front of me. Happy about everything still but there was genuine concern in her voice. It was an odd combination. Happily concerned? I appreciated at least the latter, but what I really wanted was for a single fucking thing to make sense. Is that really too much to ask in half a sex shop?

"Kendra", I looked at my wife. "Did she pop again?" On a normal day that would be a nonsensical question or at least one that would leave people wondering how much of the conversation they had missed. Today it was 100% a legitimate question in and of itself.

Kendra nodded, then glared fiercely at Fi. "If you are facilitating whatever the hell this is then you better hope you are better at explaining than her. Because if I hear one more thing that doesn't make sense I'm calling the cops and they can figure out what the hell is going on and what drugs you are on." Yeah my bet was death by corset bludgeoning at this point for at least one of these two strangers. Shame if it was G, she seemed nice.

Fi stared hard at Kendra. Unmoving, unblinking. At first it seemed like a challenge, then I realized he had that look you get when you aren't actually looking outside, it's all internal. The man was doing some serious thinking. The thought floated through my head that his beard was definitely meant for stroking while thinking. I had to stifle what I thought would probably be a manic giggle. No need to let Kendra know I was losing my fucking mind.

Fi suddenly snapped his fingers. The sound cracked like a whip in the silence of the staring contest. It seemed to signal the release of tension, because Fi was smiling widely now and G let go of my hands. She stood and actually walked over to Kendra.

"I'm sorry", she said.

"Ah it is not your fault", replied Fi on behalf of my wife. "I should have thought of this." He grinned at us like he was about to say something extremely intelligent and we should all be impressed at how neatly he would solve all of our problems.

"Languages do not always translate well", he said with finality.

Oh shit. I held my breath and looked at Kendra. See Kendra was raised that if you made a threat you followed through with it. Threaten to punch someone? Well you better do it and deal with the consequences because your dumb ass opened your mouth. She had threatened to call the police if they said one more thing that didn't make sense. I didn't actually know any language other than English, but I vaguely knew that yeah while I might say butt plug in English that doesn't mean every language I just say the word for butt and for plug to mean the same thing. So his statement was true. It was also absolutely no help when you have four people speaking English to each other.

Accents? Maybe they thought they had thick accents and he just said translation to sound smart? Or wait some languages have variations, umm I knew this. Dialects? That sounded right in my head. Does English have dialects? Was there some place where ass meant something totally different like potato?

Kendra was still engaged in her staring match. I don't think she had bothered to blink even though Fi was obviously not competing anymore.

"So English isn't your first language and you are having trouble finding the correct english words?", Kendra asked. Oh right, that made much more sense.

"Exactly", exclaimed Fi delightedly.

"Then pull out your fucking phone and use google asshole", Kendra was screaming again. "How in the world do you know two languages but when you aren't fluent your first thought is using words that you know don't make sense."

Fi was frowning now. "Google? No, there's no need for Google to translate. It's already being done, it's just your language is small and can not contain the concepts we are expressing."

He held up a hand as Kendra was clearly getting ready to follow through on her threat. Well that or corset bludgeoning, which was still my bet. It seemed like a high quality garment and those lion hooks on the front were not light. I imagined those would leave some significant and probably oddly shaped wounds. It would be like those stupid CSI shows people loved. Nothing made sense until someone had what was an obviously impossible deduction. Then everyone went along like it was perfectly reasonable and because of that an unsolvable crime now had perfect evidence spelling out exactly what happened. In this show they would spend hours looking for a sturdy murder weapon, maybe look at the BDSM gear at hand. Then a sarcastic life-weary detective would remember that one time in Bali he saw a hook shaped like a lion, it would match the victim's wounds exactly, and the case would crack wide open.

Fi was speaking again. "You are speaking english. However, I am speaking Italian, mostly. G is speaking", he got another frown on his face and paused. "Umm I don't think the magic will translate that, hmm. Let's just say she is not speaking English either. But..." he held up a finger excitedly. "You are hearing English, I am hearing Italian, and G is hearing the language she wants. It's a good spell, much better than google, but it has its limitations."

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Tom was still sitting on the floor. Fi seemed like he was in lecture mode and pose, though it honestly was a little spoiled by his muscles. I'll admit it, I got distracted when every gesture looked like he was flexing. And G was knitting? Yep, knitting something green while her friend casually made no sense. What was that she said? Welcome to my new life? I was beginning to wonder if this was worth it compared to just diet and more exercise.

"Magic", I said flatly. "Magic is somehow making us hear the language we know when everyone is speaking different languages. But that magic is also bad at translating?"

I ground my teeth together, technically it made sense, sorta. It was also ludicrous. Magic. Whoever heard of magic that wasn't well magically perfect? I looked down at myself. These thighs weren't this way yesterday though.

"Ok, five minutes to convince me that's true. After that, if I'm not convinced, I call the cops like I said", I continued with what I hoped was a don't fuck with me voice and moved to sit on a table above Tom.

"What if I try to explain in a way that makes up for the shortcomings of my spell and demonstrate magic is real?" Fi was excited again. "When I was last here I remember magic being the biggest umm sticking point. After that things got much easier."

I gave him a jerky nod.

"My thanks", Fi said hoping to his feet.

"Very well. We shall skip most of the lesser important things to stay within your time limit. First, I do not believe that our names have been coming across correctly." He bowed deeply, "I am Felix", he then gestured at G, "and she is Genie."

"Genie", I spluttered. "Your name is Genie? Or are you trying to say you are genies?" The rest of my tirade was cut off by Felix.

"I believe we agreed five minutes," Felix said. I nodded with only a small sulk.

"But yes, you are correct. Her name is Genie and we are not from earth. We are from another dimension, universe, world, plane of existence, whatever you want to call it." He waved dismissively. Figures that something as small as not being human is of little consequence to the man who thought facilitating someone's ass made sense. I ground my teeth together to try and stave off shouting again.

"Over the centuries of traveling here our kind are often called genies, yes. But that is again a failing of language. You are thinking that her name is the equivalent of calling yourself human", Felix's eyes were twinkling as he looked at me. He was getting passionate now. Maybe language was his kink even if he seemed to suck at it.

I nodded again.

"A common misconception and as I said a failing of language. Her name is Genie. Your stories and legends have given our people the collective name of genies. That does not mean we are genies anymore than if we started calling all humans Kendras."

It made sense. I couldn't even say it was confusing because it made perfect sense. Maybe I was biased because as he was talking he was walking back and forth, gesturing with his arms. He was like one of those people who can't talk without moving their hands, but with him it was his whole body. A body that I still was distracted by. He had on a form fitting short sleeve workout shirt, board shorts, and hiking boots. Which left lots for me to be distracted by. Did genies have the same number of abs as humans or were his just unusually well defined like all his other muscles?

"How we came to be called genies is a story for another time, but it is not related to Genie", he gestured to her. She was still knitting, but what had before been about 6 inches finished minutes ago was now closer to 10 feet and was all pink, not a hint of the original green in sight.

"Genie is here to obtain her A. S. S.", he said each letter individually. "Or her Alien Sexuality Studies degree. As I said before, it's a failing of language that english does not actually have the correct concept for what it is she is actually doing. However, through an unfortunate turn of events it does share letters and the magic condensed it down to an acronym."

"So this is a study abroad trip or something", Tom's voice startled me. Seeing as he was still on the floor and out of my sight line, I had gotten a little too comfortable with this being a three person conversation. Well two people and a knitter.

"That is one way to look at it using a human frame of reference, sure", replied Felix. "You see, magic is simply the ability to manipulate energy. Shape it, control it, and allow it to do what we want when we want. It has to be learned and practiced." Felix looked like this was a favorite topic of his and he was about to launch into a monologue. Genie interrupted him, thank god.

"Yep, so I want to be able to use magic sexually for non-genies", Genie said as she dropped her knitting. It hung in the air unmoving. "So I'm here to practice. Felix had to come because I can't use magic this way yet. So I'm borrowing his, but it's me doing it. I get to direct it. Then once I've learned how, I go back and prove that I can. Then I get my ass,", she said, using the word ass rather than the individual letters like Felix. Did they control what the "magic" translated? If so, I agreed with her choice. Ass was much more entertaining than A. S. S. She also ended her explanation with an ear to ear smile.

God that smile. Perfect curvature, unblemished white teeth, it was unrestrained and made you want to smile back uncontrollably even if you realized that you could never hope to match its perfection. I shook my head. One smile and I was ready to give up the rage and frustration this whole thing was causing? Not to mention the fact that I felt violated by the corset clenched in my fist. No sir, no damn smile was getting rid of all that.

"You're still just talking. I'm waiting for you to actually prove that magic is real. Because until then all of this just sounds like someone high as fuck wrote really bad erotic fiction." Whether the insult meant anything to them or not it made me feel better. I wasn't sure which one I should glare at. Genie was too adorable to stay mad at and Felix made it hard to focus. I settled for the broom, nothing obviously weird about that.

As soon as I mentioned proof Genie positively lit up and started bouncing. She was wearing a plain t-shirt and long, loose silky black capris. If anyone could see inside the store her chest would likely have caused traffic accidents. But it was her eyes that caught my attention. They were flashing different shades of purple. Lilac, violet, mauve, and more. Each bounce brought with it a different colored iris. It was entrancing because I felt like her eyes weren't actually changing color. More that I was finally seeing all the different colors within them.

I remembered feeling like her hair was multi-colored when we first walked in. I went back to studying it. It was much subtler than her eyes. But as I watched I felt the same thing. Blonde was not accurate because there were multitudes of colors within her hair. But at the same time, it wasn't not accurate because they somehow did become blonde together? Maybe I should have just called the cops at the start. This was feeling more and more like drugs had to be involved.

"Ooh yes", screamed Genie. "What do you want? Just say it and I'll do it. Wait. Moon sex? No too late in the cycle for it to be really good. Sex with a satyr? No, that's normal. Vampire? What about-" She said a word I didn't know that sounded very slithery on the tongue.

"You'll love it. All the same equipment, but coils means twice as much to work you with. Plus they squeeze sooo good. Or a penis for yourself? I can give you one."

The words just kept going. She was so excited about these things that I wasn't even sure what she was talking about anymore. I thought we started talking about proving magic was real. What did mufflers have to do with that? I looked over at Tom. He was holding his head in hands again, but this time he was at least looking at our two crazy visitors.

I tried opening my mouth to interrupt several times but at this point I was so lost. What was it Tom said earlier? It was too much. That's how I was feeling now. A void of uncaring overwhelmedness was quickly gutting the anger I felt before. The changes to me, these people, the words they were using. Talking about sex in ways that I hadn't ever even thought of and now that I had heard it I was sure I would have nightmares forever. People did that with knives and rubber chickens together? It was too too much.

Felix finally came to our rescue, though I think it was less out of compassion and more from a desire to move things along. He walked over to Genie and gently put his hand on her shoulder. Her excitement had risen to the point it looked like she was floating and bouncing in mid-air as she continued her non-stop, nonsensical soliloquy of sex acts she could provide.

"Genie", Felix said gently. "They need to decide. This time it needs to be their choice. You already gave her one gift. This time it needs to be her choice."

The bouncing stopped, replaced by a look of horror as Genie looked at Tom and I. I imagined we both looked numb and nonplussed at that point. She opened her mouth for what I was certain was going to be a massive apology. I didn't want an apology. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to see more of Felix's muscles. I didn't want to hear more about how Genie could let me have sex with other people. Or had she really said creatures? If they were genies, fucking worst genies ever who didn't even ask what my wishes were before turning my life upside down, then I knew what I wanted.

I made eye contact with Tom. He gave me a soft smile and nod.

"I want the ocean."

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Vacations for me had always been times where I wanted to go and see new things. Hearing friends talk about how they just sat next to a hotel pool all day getting tan and watching their kids play sounded like a waste. Just pay a tenth of the price and take your kids to the local pool every day for a week. But I have to admit, I could get used to a vacation of laying by the beach.

I looked over at Kendra. Fuck she was hot. I will maintain my stance that my wife has always been beautiful. Sure at 40 something she looked different than when we were first married. Funny thing is, so did I. But there are different types of things we mean when we say beautiful, or least when I say beautiful.

There's attractiveness, which is your body. This is first and foremost genetics, then it's how you take care of your body, finally plastic surgery and straight up lying on social media with filters. That's the first thing that people think of when we say beauty.

Of course the next one is the "well they have a great personality". Its beauty for who you are. The things you do. No amount of lying on instagram will change this one. Fake the photo op all you want, we still see whether you are a beautiful person inside.

Some will debate me on this next one, but the third is the emotions from the combination of the above. That is the beauty that Kendra always had even if she could only ever focus on what she hated about her body. I couldn't care less what she looked like, she was a good person, my favorite person, and that made her the most beautiful person in the world to me. The way she laughed, what made her smile, the way she made Disney movie references completely inappropriate, it was everything about her. I loved it all and damn it if that didn't mean she was beautiful I didn't want to know what did. She was my beautiful.

Seeing her lying on her stomach with suntan oil shining on her back that was mostly bare even in her one piece swimsuit only enhanced that. I loved that my favorite person in the world finally loved their body. I also loved showing her how much I loved her.

"Earth to Mrs. Greenthalw", I said in a teasing voice.

"Go away", she mumbled. "Ruining my nap."

I got off my lounge chair and crawled in the sand the short distance to her. I started peppering her neck and shoulders with light kisses. I didn't know what the oil she used was made of, but it actually just seemed to enhance the taste of Kendra's skin. Probably genie magic, but I could do this all day. Watching her muscles twitch just barely in reaction to my lips. Watching her shoulder push up almost imperceptibly as I kissed her. I grinned, life was good.

"Naps aren't the only good thing you can do on a beach."

I moved my kisses down her spine and began rubbing my hands on her thighs. That got me a half-satisfied hum from Kendra. I started putting a little more pressure into my rubbing, turning it into something of a massage. Long strokes on the backs of her thighs almost down to her knees. Curving my hands around to her inner thigh as I pulled my hands back up towards her ass. Each stroke stayed a little longer on her inner thigh, pressing just a little closer to her pussy.

I also tried to deepen my kisses, making them a little longer, rather than quick teasing pecks. The suit rode down low so that I barely had to move it to kiss the juncture of her back and cheeks. Spending my time licking, kissing, teasing that I might go just a little lower. Then moving my way across her sides and up towards her shoulders again. I wanted to lavish every inch of my beautiful wife with love.

"Wasn't this morning enough for you", Kendra still sounded mostly asleep but I could hear a smile in her voice.

"I've never in my life had enough of you. Now I just want to make sure you don't sleep away your genie vacation."

Kendra had only left our home state twice in her life. Never going very far. It had always been a dream of hers to see the ocean. Lie out on the beach, hear the sound of the waves. She'd dreamed of swimming in it but was also more than a little scared of the waves power and how big people said it was. Seeing videos of whales eating kayakers and sharks swimming among crowds had not helped her fears.

Back at the shop when Genie was going crazy with insane sounding sex idea after insane idea I had wished it would all end. What sounded like a dream to Genie was rapidly becoming a nightmare to me and from Kendra's face she felt the same. Then Felix stepped in and said Kendra had to choose. I had seen her grin at me and knew what she was going to ask for.

Kendra, sweet, beautiful Kendra. Two people who swore they were genies in front of her asking what she wanted more than anything else. Offering the moon and everything in-between. Sex with celebrities, pleasure beyond words, fantastical creatures that only existed in our imaginations. Every dream she could possibly think of was supposedly on the table. She picked seeing the ocean.

It had been disconcerting to say the least when one moment we were standing in my parent's Antique and Sex Shop, then the next on a beautiful golden beach. Deep turquoise water, a soft breeze bringing scents we had only heard others talk about, the feeling of sand between our suddenly bare feet. It was immediately like a dream, but everything told us we were awake.

Awake and apparently in the Aegean Sea, which Felix and Genie had shown us was between Greece and Turkey. Bit of a change from a landlocked state that was mile after mile of corn. We had been here several weeks now. Felix had tried valiantly to explain that time here was stopped for us and we would return at the exact moment we left. The island we were on was real, but only when we were here. Similarly the bungalow, resort, and staff were also real, also actual people, here willingly, but didn't know it was magic and would be returned to their place when we left. Until then they were here for anything we needed, would never think anything we did was strange, like public sex, and were able to procure anything we asked for all because of magic but not because they had magic. I never understood his explanations. Fucking muscle genie, I thought mostly kindly.

Whatever magic he used was full of rules and twisted explanations that ended in half-truths which seemed to change based on the time of day. Felix said it was because our language couldn't explain concepts properly. That it was too small to adequately express the concepts which transcended dimensions. I said he was full of shit and just gave up trying to understand.

I gently rolled Kendra onto her side and slid my body alongside hers. "Do you like your life Kendra Greenthalw", I asked in what was becoming a deeply meaningful question for us.

"Hmm, more when you're doing that to me", Kendra sighed as my hand started gently teasing between her legs over her suit.

I grinned and slid my other arm underneath her so I could pull her close. We began to gently kiss listening to the waves. After a few minutes of gentleness I was ready for more. I let Kendra roll onto her back and straddled her. Today she was wearing a black halter one piece suit, mostly two strips of fabric covering her breasts that only fully merged at her waist, with a ring pulling the fabric together beneath her breasts. I loved this as it left her stomach mostly bare and served to emphasize her breasts immensely.

In order to unhook her top I had to reach behind her neck. This was a perfect opportunity to kiss, lick, and nibble her neck and ears. She groaned in appreciation of the effort I put in while unhooking her top. I couldn't help grinning as I "fumbled" with the hooks so that I could continue kissing her.

Nibbling and licking her ears was making Kendra moan deep in her throat. I moved my lips down her neck then followed her collar-bone. I finally unhooked the swimsuit but left the fabric covering her breasts. I lightly rubbed the tops of her breasts as I moved my kisses across her jaw up to her lips.

"I love how sexy you sound when you're trying to hold it back", I murmured in between kisses.

"People... around... not... show... off", Kendra gasped out in between our kisses. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down fully lying on her. I could feel my weight pressing her back into the chair. She always said it was sexy, feeling me on her. Sometimes it felt safe, sometimes it felt like she couldn't stop me. I didn't care which it was today.

Her suit was some fabric that I didn't understand. Quick dry, like any swimsuit, soft as silk, it didn't appear lined but was not lude. Somehow it clung to every sensual curve, showcasing her breasts, waist, hips, and ass to perfection. Just looking at her was enough to inspire a blood-rush down below, but it lacked the vulgarity of a camel toe.

"You mean the not-genie magic people who ignore us when we make love", I whispered. I wanted to say fuck, but it felt like a love or at least lust time. I wasn't an exhibitionist so thankfully the resort staff simply made themselves scarce anytime Kendra and I got hot and heavy. The few times they had to be where we were getting it on, it was like they couldn't see us. Maybe they couldn't. Felix swore the magic made everything safe and consensual. I decided to stop thinking about it as Kendra pressed her hand down my shorts.

"Ooooh fuck", I groaned out as Kendra began running her hand along my shaft. Her hand moved slowly and was gently cupping rather than stroking hard. It felt like a tease, but I was already responding to even her light touch. She brought a leg up and curled it around my back. Then used her new leverage to flip us so that I was staring up at her, just in time to watch the unhooked swimsuit flutter down gently and expose her breasts.

"Damn woman", I laughed. "I can't decide which was sexier, the take charge flip or the view."

Kendra smiled and stretched like a cat. Pushing her chest out, her arms up in the air, arching backwards. The suit had left everything above her navel gloriously open to my view and I didn't waste it. Grabbing her around the back I began kissing and licking the tops of her breasts where I had been rubbing before. I focused my attention on one at a time while rubbing and cupping the other. Eventually I must have spent too long as she shifted and pushed the other to my hungry lips.

By the time I began kissing around her areola Kendra had returned her hand back under my shorts and was alternately rubbing and humping against me. Our mutual gasps and moans mixed with the background waves in an odd symphony. Finally it was me who decided I needed more.

I pushed my hips up off the chair so that I could push my shorts down and finally release my cock. Kendra gave me a smoldering smile and licked her lips. She pulled the gusset of her suit aside exposing her lips. Her clit was poking out hard and red from our mutual rubbing. While her lips were just barely parted and were lightly glistening with her arousal. She lined me up and sank down until just the head was inside her.

She paused and looked down at me, her gaze still the fiery green eyes I loved. Brimming with what I could see was passion and love. "I'm going for my morning swim", she deadpanned. Then leapt off me and began running for the sea. Her suit still unhooked at the top, I was briefly entranced by her breasts bouncing freely.

"What the... hey... fucking...", I shouted as my brain realized what had just happened. Yeah words really are my speciality when my amazing sexy wife has me all worked up and then runs off for me to chase. I felt like she was one of those nymphs from legends we had been reading about while cuddled naked the past few weeks. So beautiful no man could resist, leading us to a doom of our own choosing because we thought with our cocks. Or maybe that was sirens?

"Kendra you little-", the rest of what I said was cut off by a mouthful of sand. I tried to leap to my feet as she had and chase after my bare breasted nymph wife, but in my horny impatience I had only pushed my shorts to my ankles not taken them off. I leapt off the chair and promptly face planted. Somehow I didn't break my dick or cut it up on the sand. Magic genie sand I guess.

By this time Kendra had waded into the sea and was looking back at me while the waves crashed over her hips. I threw my shorts off and gave my own bouncing show as I ran to join her. She was giggling madly and splashed water at my face to keep me away. I tried to tackle her but as she spun away only managed to snare her suit.

"Nooo, bad Tom", she giggled as she pushed the suit hurriedly off.

I looked at the prize in my hand and promptly tossed it over my shoulder. Hopefully it landed on the beach somewhere, but I had eyes only for my now fully nude Kendra.

She had waded out deeper into the sea and the waves were now crashing over her shoulders. I paused briefly to admire her breasts as they moved with the waves, then looked up to see her smirking. Damn woman knew how much I loved her boobs but she still teased me about it. Especially now that they had firmed up and gotten a little bigger after the corset.

I dived down under the waves and came up between her legs, throwing her backwards into the sea. She screamed and came up coughing and spluttering. We played a brief game of wrestling, both of us caring more about teasing strokes and grabs of the other rather than actual holds. At one point I grabbed her thighs, lifted her upside down so her head was underwater and her pussy exposed. I briefly motorboated her pussy just because I could, then got pulled underwater myself when she clenched her thighs around my head and flipped me sideways.

Finally when we were both almost completely exhausted we came together. Gently holding her as she wrapped her thighs around me. The water supported most of her weight and made a slow steady pace the only option. Our kisses were long and deep with a lot of the time spent just staring into each other's eyes. Finally she grabbed the back of my head, pushed my head down to her bosom, then started pushing herself up and down my length faster. I could hear her muttered exclamations and moans signalling she was getting close. I lasted just barely long enough for her to cum and her convulsions set off my own climax.

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I could have fallen asleep in Tom's arms. It was still not yet noon, but I felt like I had a full day already. Tom's seduction of me, teasing him then running into the sea, wrestling foreplay, then loving each other with everything we had, made for a very fulfilling day. He carried me back gently to our spot on the beach and laid me down on the lounger where it all started. Then he went back down the beach gathering each of our discarded suits.

Him rinsing the suits in the sea brought a small smirk to my lips. I had read the romances where the hunky stud and the voluptuous vixen had passionate sex on the beach. They were cheap thrills and my guilty pleasure. I had also read the criticisms that they weren't real. Men didn't stay hard that long. Women didn't orgasm five times for every one the man had. Most of all, that sex and sand were a really really bad combination. I smirked again to myself, some problems just required a little bit of genie help. The sand was always warm not hot, pleasantly soft not hard and cutting, best of all it didn't get everywhere or act like extremely coarse sandpaper.

I spotted Genie and Felix making their way towards us as Tom and I finished pulling our suits back on. As they approached I noticed a wooden pavilion about 10 feet to my left that had never been there before. I raised my eyebrow at Tom as I noticed the pavilion appeared to have come with its own bartender, heaps of cushions and pillows arranged in a circular pit, and a karaoke machine. Sometimes I wondered if they understood the difference between elegance and pop culture.

By the time we reached the pavilion Felix and Genie were already reclining on cushions, comfortably resting by each other. Tom and I settled in across from them. Tom was leaning against the wall while I rested against his shoulder and his arms encircled me from behind.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of the pavilion? I thought you weren't going to be doing much magic. You said something about saving yourselves for Genie's ass?" I didn't bother trying to make it sound like I was referring to an acronym. Call me immature but I thought it was still a little funny everytime we talked about Genie's ass.

"Yep that's why we wanted to talk.", Genie enthusiastically said. "Don't worry about the pavilion. It's not like magic will run out and Felix is really good at making hard things appear. We mostly just didn't want you to think everything was going to be magic from now."

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "I'm pretty sure you proved that magic is real. At least for you two it is." I could feel Tom softly stroking his hand along my side. It could have easily been a prelude to sex, but this just felt comfortable. Like he couldn't stop showing me that he loved me. I pushed back into him a little more hoping to encourage him to keep doing it.

"Oh but this is nothing. It's not even really related to my ass, which is what we need to talk about. See..", Genie paused and glanced at Felix. "... it's not that I couldn't do my ass here but I didn't really plan it that way. I kinda planned umm, to do it at your shop."

I had never seen Genie anything less than absolutely upbeat, energetic, and bursting with energy. To see her even hesitate and then to bashfully stare at a pillow while talking to us, it was adorable and unnerving at the same time. I was floored and completely unsure what to do.

"Wait, my parents' antique store", Tom cut in. "What do you want with that place?"

"It's perfect for my ass", Genie responded, her naturally happy personality apparently not able to be contained for more than a few seconds. "Just like I did your corset I can make things for people. That's how my magic works. I make things and put the magic in the things. Then it comes out as they use them."

"You want to make magic items in an antiques store that is also attached to a sex shop and what? Have us sell them?" I tried to keep the derision out of my voice, but come on. Even if we were accepting that magic was real this had to be a mistake in the fantasy plotline. There were too many complications, too many questions of why this stupid, tiny, little shop, and damn it if it didn't sound boring. They were genies afterall.

"I hate to say this Genie", Tom's voice was gentle and kind. It was also ticklish blowing past my ear. I was tempted to elbow him just in case he was doing it on purpose. "But Kendra has a point. We aren't exactly a great place to sell things. The shop has been dying for years. Plus even if it was busy, we can't sell magic items. Most people wouldn't believe it, those that did won't come there, and if it was found out to be real we'd all be locked up by the feds."

Genie's smile hadn't faltered at all listening to Tom. "That's why it's perfect. I can make things just like I made your corset." She smiled at me even more enthusiastically than normal. "People walk-in not expecting magic and they won't find it. I can't really study if they come asking for stuff. That's the whole point of this. I'll just do like I did for you." Genie gestured to all of my body and I felt my cheeks redden. I'm certainly not going to complain about having a hot sexy body, but it was weird when she pointed out her involvement.

"So you'll make corsets for people", Tom asked hesitantly.

"Nope. Well maybe. I don't know yet. I won't know until they walk in the door. That's how my magic works. I sensed what Kendra wanted, what she didn't like and was unhappy about, then I can use my magic to make things. Things that fix things. Things that are fun. Things that do the magic I want. That's my ass. Making things for sex for y'all." It may have been my imagination but I think Genie actually wiggled her butt a little when she said ass. Maybe she wasn't completely unaware of the immature joke?

"I can still make things for you and Tom. I mean, I would be using your shop and I wouldn't want to put you out or anything. But most of the things I would make for people who just walk in the door. Then you use the cash register I made to ring them up, write it down in the book, and that gives me a record of everything about my ass to take with me. Oh and we would take care of the money too, like you would have whatever you needed. Felix said that would be a concern."

"I knew that cash register was magic", Tom shouted and punched his fist into the air behind me.

"Yes dear. Your masturbatory fantasy of yanking cash registers was right". I put as much sarcasm into my voice as possible while patting Tom on the knee.

That earned me a pinch in the ass from Tom which I had been expecting and didn't even flinch from. Predictableness had its benefits. I kissed Tom's cheek as my sorry not sorry apology.

"We need to think about it and discuss it together", I said firmly. I knew Tom had been planning to get rid of the store as soon as possible. Too many bad memories plus he wasn't exactly interested in owning a shop. He liked his handyman business just fine. I was also a little worried though that we might not be able to just say no. Afterall the cash register had been there already and Genie had made the corset, clearly they were the ask for forgiveness later if at all type. Maybe also the type who didn't take well to having their magical extra-dimensional plans disrupted?

"We'll do it", Tom said clearly and confidently behind me. "Of course we will help you get your ass."

Genie's squeals of excitement cut off anything else he might have said. She had leapt away from Felix and was doing a dance that involved mostly jumping up and down. How her halter bikini top stayed on was a miracle I wasn't going to question.

I felt Tom's hands pull tight against my waist and he leaned down next to my ear whispering, "Can't think of a better way to move on with our life. Can you imagine the looks on Mom and Carl's faces if we told them genies were using their shop to make sex objects? They'll be rolling over in their graves in horror."

I thought for a moment, Mary would have been deeply disapproving of anything as demonic as magic. While Carl... heh Carl would have been incensed that genie existed and he couldn't leer at her. But also that we could apparently upstage his dream of selling the best sex toys. I chuckled, if Tom was ok with it then who was I to argue. I settled back against Tom to the start of a new life, which just now meant appreciating a lot of extremely arousing jiggling from Genie. Yeah, I could live with this.

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So here is the plan, I may have mentioned I'm new to writing stories. Thing is that writing continuous stories is hard. Plot lines, character development, the whole thing is hard. Much harder than writing a bunch of one-offs. I decided I wanted to write this because I could do both. There will be more Kendra and Tom, both in a chronological story as well as some one-offs just featuring them. There will also be stand-alone stories about things that Genie makes and what people end up doing with them. I'm hoping this will be enjoyable for everyone to read and will help me improve my writing skills.

If you like what I write please vote, leave a comment, drop a dm, and consider reading other stuff I've written. If you think I can improve things don't be shy about messaging me. Like I said, I'm learning which means there will be many mistakes and many things I can do better.