Chapter 5
The five-hour plane ride into Montego Bay and the water taxi ride to the secluded block of islands went smoothly. Evie slept through most of the flight, waking up just as the plane landed.
Stepping onto the sand covered beach felt like the perfect way to end the long journey.
Waves crashed against the shore and the jostling of the trees played like a tropical symphony of sorts, creating a soundtrack for the beginning of our adventure up the beach to the entrance of Fantasy Escapes.
The salty breeze hitting our skin ceases once we are safely tucked inside of the walls of the private, adults only resort.
A man dressed in a polo and tan shorts greets us, handing us a complimentary drink before leading us to the check-in desk and taking our bags.
“Welcome to Fantasy Escapes,” the chipper receptionist greets, “is this your first time visiting with us?”
“Yes, our reservation is under my name,” I confirm handing her my passport.
“We have you right here Mr. and Mrs. Broward,” she nods, typing away on her keyboard before returning her attention back to me and my wife.
“Chauncey will take your bags to your room while you meet with Mistress Darby to review your paperwork and experience package. Right this way,” she says, stepping out from behind the desk leading us to a small hallway.
“Baby, what’s going on? Why do we have to meet with someone about paperwork?” Evie asks, squeezing my arm tighter each step we take down the hallway.
“Just standard procedure stuff. They need to make sure we understand the rules and explain the package I booked us.”
The receptionist stops in front of a door gesturing for us to enter.
The room appears to be a standard personality-less room with beige walls.
The only thing in the room that stands out is the woman sitting at the head of the table.
Her sister-locs are twisted in an intricate style only leaving a few free hanging to frame her face.
She stands extending a hand when we arrive at our seats giving us a warm smile with her soft pink painted lips.
Her form fitting strapless leather dress matches the gloves that cover her hands that shake ours.
She gives us a nod in greeting before we all take our seats.
“Mr. and Mrs. Broward, welcome to Fantasy Escapes. I am Mistress Darby and I am the owner of the resort,” she explains.
“Since this is your first stay here I will go over our rules and your package details. Since Mr. Broward explained to us that you, Mrs. Broward, are unaware of what we do here, I will start there.”
“Isn’t this just a standard resort with a spa,” Evie asks with a hint of confusion.
“We offer those amenities as well, but this is not a standard resort,” Mistress Darby smiles. “We specialize in creating and providing a safe space for our patrons to live out their choice of sexual fantasy.”
“Ex–” Evie sputters, “excuse me?” She frantically looks between her and I, her eyes wide and panicked.
“Baby, why don’t we let Mistress Darby finish her spiel, then we can ask questions,” I chuckle, squeezing her hand.
“Thank you, Mr. Broward,” Mistress Darby nods, continuing her speech, “We are very big on privacy and consent. But before we speak about your fantasy and how we can make that come to life, we have a few pieces of paperwork to go over that require your signatures. First, is our standard NDA. Please read through it and sign before we continue.”
Reading through, I see it is a pretty standard privacy agreement with everything written out clearly.
We are able to keep our phones but we are required to leave them in a locked pouch when engaged in activities and classes.
Consent must be given in all aspects of play before it starts.
Clothes are optional in some areas of the islands but are required in any areas where food is present.
Also listed are general rules about expected conduct of guests that seemed like common sense, but still listed in explicit detail.
We finish reading through the document, sign, and hand the paper back to Mistress Darby.
Mistress Darby continues, “We treat your safety with the utmost importance. Everything that happens during our play sessions must be agreed upon prior to entering the play areas and must be one hundred percent consensual. If there is ever a point in the session where the consent is withdrawn, we step in and end the session. We have detailed it all in the ‘Notice of Informed Consent’ form we require you to sign. We also require you to submit your most recent STD results, the test must have been taken within the past two weeks, with your identification. Once we verify that the name on your passport matches the one on your results you are free to indulge.”
I pull out our documents, setting them atop the wood surface and slide them to my wife.
A look of recognition crosses her face as she glances at the paperwork I laid out.
I want her to know that she is in control.
I want to give her the space to decide whether this is something she wants on her own.
Evie looks over at me confused, her eyes searching my face. “Baby, what is this? I didn’t even know you would be interested in something like this.”
“Evie baby, I only want to make you happy. And I felt that us exploring your fantasies together would help reignite what we lost.”
“Are you sure about this,” she asks, throwing a cautionary glance to Mistress Darby.
“Yes.” My answer is definite, I want her to know I am in this with her. “But if you're not, we will walk away, no questions asked.
I hold her unsure stare, trying to somehow telepathically let her know I meant what I said. I’d do whatever it took to see her happy. I want her to know I heard her and was willing to make it right. To accentuate my point to my wife, I grab the papers from Mistress Darby and sign the papers.
“Okay. I trust you,” is her only response as she scribbles her signature across the designated line.
“Why don’t you guys take the night to explore Desire Cove,” Mistress Darby suggests.
“We have several intimacy classes that are held daily that you can sit in on, or participate in, as well as a Sexy Social Hour where guests get dressed up or down and mingle. Refreshments and hors d’oeuvres are provided. How does that sound?”
I look over to Evie as she nods, agreeing to take the night before committing to anything.
We part ways with Mistress Darby after arranging to meet after breakfast to discuss our chosen fantasy.
Evie is silently overthinking beside me as we reach our room.
Once the door closes us into our suite, we separate.
Evie goes to shower, cracking the bathroom door and I step out on the balcony to breathe in the fresh island air, giving my wife the space I knew she needed.
When she exits the bathroom, I take her place doing my hygiene as well.
Reentering the room, I am met with the familiar smell of her vanilla coconut perfume hitting my nose.
She’s dressed simply in an orange high-waisted bikini that compliments the brown see-through mesh coverup.
Her gold jewelry accents added to the natural glow of her skin.
I lick my dry lips as she walks around the room unaware of how sexy she is just existing.
When we first got married, she used to get irritated when she would ask what my favorite color was, and I’d reply with whatever color she wore–but it was true, every color she chose looked like it was meant for her to wear.
“How do I look baby,” her soft voice pulling me out of my perusal of her.
“Like I should’ve joined you in that shower,” I say, making my way to her.
“Baby, we have a resort to explore,” her low groan just above a whisper as I circle her in my arms, rubbing her round ass.
“You okay?” I ask, halting my appreciation of her to make sure she was feeling comfortable.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Scared, but okay,” she nods, “It’s just a lot to process. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be so far out of your comfort zone to make me happy. But in the same sense, I’m very excited to explore this place and what it offers.”
“I’m glad you’re interested in the island, but I want to make sure you understand that if you decide this isn’t what you want that we can always stop. No matter what we’re doing or who we’re with,” my tone is serious, leaving no room for doubt or misinterpretation.
“I know, Sammie,” her sweet smile confirming that she heard me.
We finish getting ready in a comfortable silence before heading out to discover what Desire Cove has in store for us.