Chapter 12
When I’m sure Evie is asleep, I make my way to the studios that sit on the other side of the resort’s property.
The crunch of the gravel feels like a possibly ominous soundtrack of the evening if this conversation doesn’t go the way I intend it to.
Walking up to the door I enter the space, slightly surprised to find Marissa alone cleaning the mats.
I watch as she moves around the room energetically dancing to the techno beat bleeding through the speakers.
There was no doubt that this woman was beautiful.
Soft features that pointed to possible West African heritage, brown skin, and long curly hair that flowed with every movement.
The summer dress she wore dipped low in the back exposing the line of muscle that stopped just above her ass.
She would definitely be considered a temptation if I was a different man.
Marissa spins, stopping when she sees me leaning against the door frame watching her silently.
“Hi Papa, are you enjoying the show?” she asks, giving me a playful shimmy.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt, just came to see if I could have a minute of your time,” I try to sound as charming as I can.
“Sure, come have a seat,” she says gesturing toward the chairs along the wall.
I follow her instructions, taking the seat opposite her. Exhaling trying to relax my tense shoulders. I don’t want my body language to jeopardize the pre-laid plan for her participation in tonight’s events.
Once she’s comfortable I say, “I want to talk about tonight.”
“Yes, Papa,” she nods.
“I want to make sure we were on the same page about some things,” I start. “Tonight is strictly about Evie’s pleasure and that is what I would like for the main focus of the night to be.”
“Understood. Are there any specific boundaries I need to know about for tonight? I know I read over your hard limit list, but I wondered if there was anything that the list didn’t cover?”
I hesitate a moment before speaking again. Any man would jump at the chance to tell her they were down for whatever she was willing to do but after the conversation I had with Evie I knew I wouldn’t feel right fucking her.
“I only want to have sex with my wife,” my statement sounds final as I speak. I saw the hesitation in Evie’s eyes when we spoke about it. I recognize the fear her stare held. In no world was I losing or leaving my wife, but I wasn’t going to make her ask for the things I knew she needed.
“That’s a shame,” Marissa’s accent sounds stronger now. Her eyes sizing me up licking her lips, “I saw what you’re carrying around in those shorts. Can I ask why the focus will be mostly on her and not you both?”
Not knowing how much of our business Evie would feel comfortable with me sharing, I speak cautiously, “It’s an apology.”
“Oooh, now I’m intrigued, what did you do that you’re apologizing for?” She eyes me like she’s guessing what may have led to this being my way to apologize.
“I forgot to show her how much her pleasure matters too,” I admit. Feelings of shame creep up my neck as Marissa tilts her head, considering my statement a moment.
“I am a bit disappointed I won’t get to enjoy you the way I wanted, the thought of riding you while eating your wife’s pussy did cross my mind, but I will work with what I can get,” Marissa shrugs nonchalantly.
“Good, I want my Evie walking away thoroughly satisfied,” I say standing.
“I will do my best to help make that happen,” Marissa smiles sincerely, tears pooling in her eyes as she tries to mask whatever emotions she’s holding back.
“Did I say something wrong?” I ask, watching her closely.
“No, I'm just having a moment,” she sniffles, tears falling rapidly down her cheeks.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I offer, “I’ve been told I'm a good listener.”
“You didn’t do anything w- wrong,” she sniffles gathering herself before continuing, “you did everything right actually. The love you have for your wife is just a beautiful thing to see.”
“I’m lost,” I confess, “why are you crying?”
“Because I've never had anyone in my life love me enough to put me first,” she sighs. “It’s nice to see it, but it definitely took me back to a place I thought I had left.”
“Have you tried putting yourself first? You seem like you're carrying a lot.”
“Guess the tears kind of gave that away,” Marissa sighs letting out a humorless laugh.
“You can tell me about it if you want to.”
“I came to this place to escape a life that almost killed me and I ended up staying here for five years. But the island gets lonely sometimes, you know? I used to think I’d be married with kids by now. I guess life had other plans,” she shrugs.
“Look, I know this may not mean much coming from a man you don’t know but don’t let the past make you it’s slave.
You can’t change what happened, but you can choose whether it’s going to hold you back or define you.
The love you need will find you. You don’t have to go searching for it,” I tell her.
“The love me and my wife have we had to work to cultivate and keep it.
And even over twenty years later it's not perfect, but it's ours. And I wouldn't want to do life with anyone else. That’s the love you should strive for.”
“Whoa, who knew you were so wise, Papa,” she sniffles again.
“I’m just a man, who’s been through a few things,” I say.
“Thank you, Sammie,” she says, reaching forward to squeeze my hand.
“I’ll see you later tonight,” I tell her.
We nod our silent goodbyes before parting ways.
I make my way back to our room finding Evie still sound asleep.
After placing an order for room service to be delivered later, I shower then crawl into bed pulling Evie into my chest. I breathe in the coconut perfume that mixed so well with her natural scent, letting it fill my nostrils as I drifted off to sleep right along with her.
I woke hours later with Evie still wrapped in my arms. Her warmth felt like home.
I loved seeing her so at peace. God, my wife is gorgeous.
Everything about her is perfect and not just physically.
Truly her presence is enough for me. Just looking at her made my day.
Bringing her here was my way of showing her that her desires, wants and needs mattered to me just as much as mine mattered–if not more.
I refused to ever see that look she had on her face when she told me I wasn’t making her come again. I couldn’t take that.
Pieces of her hair had fallen out of her bonnet laying against her face.
Tucking the hairs back into the sleep cap, I get out of bed.
A knock sounds and I know it was the food I had pre-ordered.
I answer the door,tipping the attendant then rolling the tray into the room to set up the food.
Checking the clock, I see we still had a few hours before our night got started.
Evie woke once the smell of the double cheeseburger and fries permeated in the room.
“That better be for me,” her drowsy voice croaks.
“You know I got you, Evie baby,” I chuckle, knowing she doesn’t play about her food.
Evie sits up in bed, almost snatching the plate from my hands saying a prayer before scarfing down the meal. That was one thing I loved about her; she wasn’t shy about eating. We finished our meals and checked in with our family before getting ready for the night.
Evie took one last look at herself in the mirror admiring the red corset with matching panties.
The lingerie accentuated her waist, the heels elongating the line of her legs.
She looks amazing, but that’s no surprise because she always does.
While I was in the shower she snuck off to the salon and had her hair silk pressed.
She looked like temptation personified, and if we hadn’t already made arrangements for the night, I would’ve gladly dragged her to bed and made her sweat out her edges–but I would get my chance soon.
“You look so fucking sexy,” I tell her leaning against the wall watching her apply her lipstick.
“I’m glad you like it,” she blushes, “I wanted to look nice for tonight.”
“Baby, you always look good,” I reassure her, stepping behind her wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Thank you, baby,” she smiles then teases, “you gonna be able to handle both of us tonight?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that,” my brow raises playfully.
“Oh baby, you know I can,” her husky tone sasses.
“Oh, we're gone see,” I challenge slapping her ass. Using the mirror to look her in her eyes I search for any sign of doubt there, “You know I love you right?”
“Of course I do,” a confused expression creases her brow, “why you ask that?”
“I needed to hear you say it,” I told her.
“Baby, if you are having doubts or if you don’t want to do this, you can tell me. I won’t be mad or disappointed,” her voice is soft.
“I don’t have any doubts, I want to do this,” I reassure her. “Tonight is about you, you are free to explore. Whatever those wants, needs, or desires are, I want you to have them. You are always worrying about everyone else, I don’t want you to do that tonight.
Evie turns in my arms to face me holding my face in her hands, “Thank you, baby.”
Her lips peck mine, our kiss quickly deepening into a carnal entangling of lips and tongues.
My hands roaming the body I knew so well.
My hands grip the front of the corset ready to tear it into shreds for blocking the sight of my wife’s ample breasts.
A sharp knock at the door forces me to release the hold I have on the lacy material, knowing our escort has arrived to show us to our playroom.
Evie takes a step back taking a sobering breath, fixing her lipstick, and slipping on the resort provided robe to cover herself.
Answering the door, we greet our escort and follow her to the waiting golf cart for our adventure to begin.