Erotic Fantasy Generator (bi)
We were out of ideas yet we knew we needed some spice in our sex life.
Finally Elisa said, "Just look it up on the internet. Everything is on the internet."
Sometimes I didn't get her, "You can't look up your own personal fantasies on the internet. That's why they're called personal."
"Pish, You can look up everything on the internet."
Just to shut her up I said, "If you find your fantasy on the internet, even though right now you can't even figure out exactly what it is, then I'll make it come true for you."
"Honey, I don't want you to just go along with MY fantasy. I want us to live out OUR fantasy.
"Well, you find it and we'll do it."
I watched her poking around on the webs for awhile while I watched reruns on TV. It's not that I didn't crave seeing my wife acting as a sexual being. I just didn't trust that this plan could work.
Finally she announced, "I think I've found it. All we have to do is enter the starting points and this Erotic Fantasy Generator will spit out a few scenarios, based on the input. It'll be ours!
My curiosity was peaked. But still, "So, we have to give away our private thoughts to a stranger? And who are they going to sell them to?"
"So, you'll do it? And no, it's a machine."
"Yea, yea, I'll do whatever."
"Oh, come look at this and help me make it work."
First we named any old fantasy. As a test we just put in "Love In An Elevator." Then we picked tags from a list of genres. After that it was as simple as pushing the button that said "Story Generator"
We didn't have any desire to do anything in an elevator, but as a thought exercise we watched it create several samples displaying them on her phone:
Scenario #1, "I've got a crush on a man who works in the elevator I use every day. I see him all the time but I never feel brave enough..."
Scenario #2, "I love you, Max," I said again, this time more urgently. I pushed the button for my floor, rushed off the elevator in a panic but left my panties..."
Scenario #3, "It was my third day of work when I saw him for the first time. I was heading up to the thirty-second floor when I thought it would be impulsively sexy to flash him..."
Then two things happened. First I saw hope that the crazy thing might actually work. And two, I forgot I'd said I would do whatever it said.
For the next few hours she was obsessed. We took turns entering interesting titles, characters, and choosing tags from the categories. Anytime I got exasperated with how long it was taking she pouted and I gave in.
When she was done she'd made five complete fantasies guaranteed to 'represent our most intimate desires, tickle our fancies, and bring new experiences into our lives.' She sent copies to me and I saved them to my phone too, along with the app.
"Honey," she said, "I did all the hard work. "Now you just pick from those."
The first story in the bunch was called "Max Makes Her Dreams Come True." Not very imaginative, but it seemed to capture our state of mind.
It started out like this: "Max is obsessed with the idea of seeing her masturbate. Imagining what she does, imagining Elisa's fantasies and wondering what turns her on. He finally attempts to set up scenarios where he can get Elisa to masturbate for him, or at least get her to admit to masturbating. Max plans to create a situation where he can watch Elisa do it, and it comes to fruition when he plans a vacation for them.
However, Elisa has unique about what motivates her to touch her sex when she's alone. And as much as she craves new adventures in their lives she can't bring herself to admit anything so out there. Besides, what if he wasn't into it?"
And that was as far as I read before concluding that this was a perfect story for us. I mean, the idea of my Elisa masturbating for me was hotter than hot. I didn't even know I wanted this, but damn..."
The last page listed required props, a budget, and anything else we would need. The setting for the story was a couples vacation to a resort and since we were due for a vacation I figured we could fit that into the budget.
The next part, the part I didn't read before jumping to the page of supplies, continued like this: "She barely brings these homoerotic thoughts into her own consciousness. And the potential for her to get them into trouble was high..."
During the ensuing weeks the EFG had us complete surveys and asked specific questions to deepen the storyline. Weeks later we arrived at the all inclusive resort suggested by the program. We didn't need to go to that one, but why not?
The grounds were luxurious and relaxing. The room was great and the delicious food and drinks flowed freely and were included.
The first night we were tired from traveling but we checked the app to make sure we were on track: my phone's story said I should offer my lover a full body massage before bed and to tease her erogenous zones greatly. We had it set to play-by-play so parts would be revealed bit by bit as a delicious surprise.
Elisa admitted nervously that her message was to allow me to touch her absolutely anywhere, even if it made her uncomfortable, and she tried to go along even when my fingers grazed closer to her backdoor than they'd ever been before. I rubbed her buns letting my thumbs just barely touch her puckered hole. She squirmed, "Hey!" But I reminded her of the message and she relaxed, letting me push it, which was as much as I dared. In retrospect this was as wild as we had ever been up to that point.
She wore a new nightgown to bed as she was supposed to. Making it even harder to resist. But we decided to do as told and wait.
The next morning we were advised to have breakfast on the beach. We weren't at all sure about not eating in a restaurant, but it was indeed a new experience that made us feel intimate. Elisa said the romanticism turned her on. I didn't understand how the noise of waves, and sand in your shoes could be a turn on. But I was reminded yet again to let the app be our guide.
At midday we relaxed in the sauna. My phone told me to take a chance and strip naked despite resort rules about such things. It was forbidden and insane and we didn't end up getting caught. It did, however, lead to hot sweaty sex. We'd never had sweaty sex before - I suppose we feared it would be gross. But it turned out to be slippery and exciting. Soo exciting!
After showering, we went to a show in town.
On the drive back she was engrossed, first on her phone, and then in her own thoughts. I felt needlessly neglected.
Next, I watched with amused bewilderment as Elisa put her long brown hair up in a bouncy ponytail. It couldn't be: fifteen years of marriage and she'd never blown me in a car.
Without a word she leaned over and started kissing the front of my slacks. Quickly I grew to my full stature. She tried to retrieve my dick but it was awkward with the steering wheel there, and she wasn't experienced at this. "Honey," she whined, "help me out here." Was my dear wife begging to suck my dick rather than the other way around?
Naturally, I unbuttoned, shimmying my pants down a few inches.
