Chapter 11
“Mistress Darby is just finishing up a meeting. You can have a seat,” the chipper receptionist says, directing us to the sitting area. “She will be with you shortly.”
We sit in the oversized waiting room chairs.
Samuel’s fingers interlock with mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze as we silently wait until the receptionist calls us back.
The walk down the long hallway to Mistress Darby’s office isn’t like it was the first time.
The nerves I had previously felt entering this room were long gone, replaced by the excitement of getting my fantasy fulfilled.
I was ready to discuss what I wanted and our agreed upon limits.
Seeing Mistress Darby’s full red lips spread into a wide smile greeting us as we entered the room provided a comfort that would make our discussion flow easier.
Her curvaceous body filled out the black leather two-piece miniskirt set beautifully.
Her demeanor more relaxed than before, her smile never faltering on her lips.
“So nice to see you both looking so refreshed,” Mistress Darby comments, giving us a knowing look. “I heard you took full advantage of our partner positions class, I’m glad Marissa was able to give you what you needed.”
“Yes, I hope she enjoyed it just as much as we did.” I smile sheepishly.
“She did,” Mistress Darby winks, “I also saw you both took full advantage of our Sexy Social, as well. I must say Evie, you were captivating.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” I feel my cheeks warm, accepting her admiration.
“And Samuel,” she smiles, turning her attention to my husband, “you certainly are quite a team player. I have had several of our guests send requests for you just this morning.”
Samuel just nods, holding back a shy smile.
“The way you’re looking at your wife tells me I’ll have to let the ladies down easy this time,” Mistress shoots me a knowing look then continues, “but anyways, let’s get down to business. Have you both decided on the fantasy you’d like fulfilled?”
“Yes,” Samuel answers for us both.
“Perfect,” Mistress Darby claps excitedly. “What have you both decided on?”
“We would like to partake in some exhibitionism. I want to have a threesome while others watch,” I tell her confidently.
“Oooh, we haven’t had a request for that in a while,” Mistress Darby muses, “but I must ask, Samuel, is this what you are wanting as well?”
“Yes Mistress,” Sammie nods, emphasizing his agreement. “My wife and I came here to explore and as long as we are together, and our boundaries are respected, I’m ten toes down.”
“Okay then,” Mistress Darby accepts, “I have the perfect playroom for you. And since you would like to be watched, I will consider this as your fulfillment in participating in another guest’s fantasy."
“Great,” I grin.
“Have you decided on a third?” She asks, opening the manilla file in front of her.
“We’d like to invite Marissa to join us,” I tell her, Sammie nodding in agreement.
Mistress Darby’s eyes light up her smile spreading wider, “I see she left quite the impression on you two.”
I give Mistress Darby a shy smile feeling myself blush.
“Oh, don’t get shy on me now Little Miss Evie,” Darby teases, “I’ve already seen how you look in action, which is why I’m not surprised that Marissa requested to be available for you as well.”
“Oh good,” I clap excitedly looking over at Samuels soft smile as he returns my gaze.
“Now that that’s out the way, I’m going to have you both look at this paper and circle the items that are within your boundaries and cross out your hard limits so Marissa can be more informed of your preferences.
” She slides the paper over to us. “This will also give us a better idea of the type of other fantasies you’d like to help fulfill for your next visit to the island, should you return.
As you look over that I must inform you that after we get everything for your fantasy straightened out, we won’t meet again unless there is an issue or you need to speak with me.
But I do ask that you fill out the exit survey that will be delivered to you prior to check out. ”
My eyes travel over the document, stunned at the extensive list of kinks and sexual acts listed.
Some of these phrases were new to me and I was thankful the definitions were listed next to the unfamiliar terms. One by one I go along, circling the acts that Sammie and I had discussed and lining through items that we have no interest in.
When we are done, we slide the paper across the cool wood surface.
I am slightly nervous Mistress Darby will reject our choices or ask us why travel to a sex resort for something we could’ve easily propositioned a friend or stranger for.
But she doesn’t. Mistress Darby looks at the piece of paper taking a mental inventory of our choices and when she’s done, she slides another across the table to us.
Glancing down I see Marissa’s name is written at the top of the paper neatly in black ink.
A thrill runs through me seeing she has circled choices similar to ours.
Mistress Darby raises a brow as if to ask if we have any questions, but we don’t. We finish going over a few extra details for our experience, then leave Mistress Darby to her task of arranging our night for us.
Returning to our room we find a black box covered in velvet waiting for us on our bed.
Inside there are body oils, water-based lubricants, a set of butt plugs with three different sizes, a cock ring, and vibrating panties with a remote.
Each item fitting the aesthetic of the box, placed neatly and held in place by the black foam with indentions for each piece.
The rectangular box felt like it symbolized something more than just the promise of pleasure, it symbolized trust. I trusted Samuel with everything, and this was no different. I knew he wouldn’t lead us astray or knowingly do anything to harm me or our relationship.
Although I was hesitant at first, I came to realize that this resort wasn’t just about sex, but the freedom and vulnerability that came with desire.
The honesty you are forced to have. The combination of those things was what helped people connect with their partners more deeply.
Now I see why Sammie chose this place in hopes that it would do the same for us.
“What are you over there grinning at, baby,” Sammie asked, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into his warm embrace nuzzling my neck.
“Just excited for tonight,” I give him a half truth.
“Speaking of tonight,” I start turning in his arms to face him.
Looking into his brown eyes, “I need to tell you about another boundary I have…” I say, hesitating before spitting it out, “when you have sex with Marissa, I would prefer you to wear a condom.”
“Why you say that?” He eyes me, waiting for me to answer.
“I don’t know, I just kind of assumed since we agreed Marissa would join us, you would like to indulge as well.
” I can hear the uncertainty in my own voice.
I want to kick myself for even opening my mouth to say anything, just based on the way my husband is looking at me.
Like he’s assessing how to react. I felt like it was a good idea to bring up our boundaries around sexual safety, not that I thought Sammie would ever jeopardize our safety.
I just needed to say the words and know we were on the same page.
“Okay,” he nods his agreement, allowing me to breathe a bit easier. He takes a beat then continues, “Would you be comfortable with me eating her pussy or her sucking my dick? What about kissing?”
Those were questions I didn’t think about. I assumed that since those things were okay when Nathan joined us it would be the same for having Marissa join us.
“I–,” I hesitated.
Part of me wants to be territorial and tell him that his dick is only for me, that I want to be the only one that gets to feel him sliding in and out of me, to make him come inside of me only…
but I can’t bear to be a hypocrite after the breakthroughs we’ve made.
A part of me recognizes these feelings of jealousy and insecurity are partially because a younger woman with a tight little body would be intimate with not only me, but my husband.
While I didn’t think Sammie would leave me, the fear did surface in the back of my mind.
I had faith that Sammie and I would be okay with or without the participants in our sex life.
But in a similar way, seeing Sammie with Nathan had laid bare the fact that we both had desires we hadn’t spoken of or explored.
“Be real with me Evie,” Sammie’s voice pulls me out of my fog, “I won’t be mad if you tell me you’re uncomfortable with it. I just want us to be open and honest with each other.”
“I mean, we already filled out the paper,” I deflect, not wanting to sour the mood expressing my thoughts.
“Fuck that paper,” he says his tone serious, “I’m asking you. If you want to change your mind you can. If you want me to sit in the corner of the room like a bad ass kid in time out, I will. But what we’re not doing is holding back from one another.”
A defeated sigh leaves me as I muster up the courage to say what’s been swirling through my mind, “I’m just having…
some intrusive thoughts. Marissa is young, beautiful and everything about her body is tight and perky, I was just having a moment of insecurity.
I would be fine with you being intimate with her as long as you stick to the boundaries we laid out. ”
“Come here,” Samuel commands, bringing me to stand in front of the mirror.
He slowly strips me, leaving my body naked. Every imperfection on display. I move to cover myself, but his hands stop me.
“No, look at yourself,” he instructed, giving me a moment to take in my nakedness, “really look at yourself and tell me what you see.”
“I see a naked forty-six-year-old woman with sagging breasts, a protruding stomach, stretch marks and cellulite,” I joke.
“Talk about my wife's body crazy again and we gone have a problem, Evangeline,” he says, his hot breath grazing my ear. I knew he was serious when he used my full name, “Do you want to know what I see?”
“The same,” I guess shrugging.
“No,” he says sternly, slapping my ass hard.
“You really don’t see how gorgeous you are do you?
This body tells the story of the life we built.
This body carried our kids. Everything you have touched you placed love in,” he breathes, his hand raising to cup my breasts massaging the ample flesh tugging gently at my nipples.
“These breasts fed our family. This bosom was a safe place for me when the world tried to interrupt my peace. The sound of your heartbeat grounded me in times of uncertainty and chaos.” His hand travels lower to the apex of my thighs stroking my core pumping two of his thick fingers in and out of me continuing to rub my swollen clit, a moan escaping my lips as he continues to adorn me with praises about the body I doubted.
“Your pussy provided me with a refuge from my problems big and small. Your legs wrapping around me give me a reason to rush home every day to just feel your embrace. You are everything to me,” he continues fingering me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm as he continues to tell me every reason why my body is perfect to him.
“That’s what I see when I look at you, my perfect wife. ”
“Fuck, ba–baby,” my body shakes from what feels like electricity running from my core to the rest of my body.
My climax comes fast, washing over me like a current drowning me, refusing to release me until it washes over me completely.
My body feels like a melted blob and the comedown is so slow I barely register Sammie carrying me to the bathroom to clean me up before taking me to bed and laying me down.
He gently places on my bonnet tucking every curl into the cap before kissing my forehead as I drift off to sleep.