An unexpected visitor

"Looks like our slutty reception has set her sights on your...friend," a voice said.

I looked up to find Diego standing behind me, drink in hand.

"It appears so," I said. Susan now had her hand on Carla's thigh.

"I don't want to make assumptions...are the two of you here as friends...or are you here...uh, together?"

"Well, we are supposed to be together but...he seems to have forgotten that," I said.

"Thats a shame," he said as he slid into the seat next to me. "People come here for fun, but they often lose their inhibition and their minds along with their clothing. A lot of relationships break up here."

"No...we will be fine," I assure him.

"If thats what you want, I hope you are correct," Diego said, and suddenly I felt his hand on my knee. "But if he is going to have fun, there is no reason you shouldn't too, right?"

I looked over at him and involuntarily smiled. A few weeks ago, before the device showed up, I would have been appalled at the idea of a man touching me that way or insinuating he might be interested in me that way. Now...I was flattered. He was young, fit and good looking.

"What kind of fun are you thinking?"

He took a sip of his drink and smiled. His hand slid a little higher.

"I can think of lots of fun things we could do," Diego said.

In all of the years Susan and I have been married, I have never cheated on her. Yes, maybe there was a lot of late night porn and looking at her friends' social media pics while I jerked off in the privacy of the bathroom, but never had I actually crossed that line. I had never even seriously considered cheating.

Until now.

I glanced back towards Susan and Clara, but they were no longer there. Actually, it seemed they were no longer anywhere in the room.

"The slut led him out towards the beach a couple of minutes ago," Diego said. His hand slid just a little higher until his fingers were brushing the bottom of my ball sack.

As much as I wanted this to continue, I got quickly to my feet and headed towards the beach. Surely Susan wouldn't do something like that. We had Clara's number, so she could have all the fun with the slutty bitch she wanted in the privacy of our little beach house. She wouldn't cheat. There was no reason for her to cheat.

I stormed out the door onto the resorts covered padio and stared out towards the beach. It wasn't hard to find them. With the sun beating down on them, the contrast of Mike's dark skin and Clara's pale skin stood out. The receptionist was on her back on a beach towel while my wife ate her pussy.

"Dude, that sucks," Diego said from behind me. Suddenly his body was pressed against me, his hard cock sandwhiched between our bodies. "Luckily for you, so do I."

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck. One of his hands moved down and wrapped around my limp cock. As he continued to kiss my neck, he started stroking me, so it didn't stay limp for very long.