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“Yes,” I admit while avoiding eye contact, but my wife isn’t having it, gently using her hand to turn my face back to hers.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, my love,” she reassures me. “Your desires are safe with me, just like I hope mine are with you.”
“Always,” I rush out.
“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it,” Evie’s sly smile making me chuckle. “I am curious about how you felt about sharing me. We’ve done it twice now at the resort and you seem to enjoy it. Would you be open to having threesomes when we get back home? I just don’t want to assume.”
“I’m okay with having an audience, but I don’t want them to be a regular part of our sex life. I’ve enjoyed the ones we’ve had so far but I don’t want to feel like weneedthat,” I say, agreeing with her assumption.
“I would like to incorporate a third occasionally. I’m not looking for it to be a regular thing either, I don’t want you to feel like you’re not enough for me because you are. I don’t want you to feel like agreeing or not agreeing to share me is going to break our marriage,” she tells me softly.
“I know I’m enough for you and that you love me. And if I wasn’t comfortable with anything I know you would stop in a heartbeat. The thing I truly enjoy is seeing you get pleasure whether that’s from me or someone else. Sharing you sexually doesn’t bother me because I know who your heart belongs to,” I kiss her hand holding it softly in my own. “As long as it stays that way, we solid baby.”
“Good now that that’s cleared up,” I clear my throat, “baby, we gotta talk about you hiring a private investigator.”
Evie stiffens as she braces for my next words.
“W–was it really that bad?”
“Yes,” she breathes heavily before continuing, “I’m not proud of it but when you lost Mickey, your whole personality changed.You didn’t crack jokes anymore; your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You weren’t coming home for dinner, staying out late claiming to work but coming home smelling like you just took a shower–if you came home at all. Secretive phone calls. Oh, and not to mention we didn’t have sex for almost a year and when I would try to initiate any intimacy during that time you would make excuses as to why we couldn’t. Headache or too tired–anything to push me away. And every time I brought it up during our talks you’d try and skip over it or say you wouldn’t cheat. Finally, it got to the point where I had to know for sure. Thankfully, I was wrong and shortly after I discontinued the PI services, we started having sex again.”
The salty air that once tasted like freshness now left my mouth dry. I was on autopilot then just trying to get through the days. Swamped with paperwork and my own personal brand of pity party kept me distracted.
“I’d never cheat on you.”
“I know that now, but at that time I was second guessing what I thought I knew,” her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I forgive you,” I squeeze her hand looking her in her eyes making sure she knew I meant it. “I apologize for making you feel like you had to go to that extreme.”
“I forgive you. And I apologize for violating your trust,” She returns sincerely, “I should’ve tried harder to get through to you.”
“No, you did everything you could. This is on me,” I tell her.
“We both have blame to shoulder, but we have each other and we’re working through it,” she reassures me. Continuing, she sasses playfully, “We better be because we ain’t going back to how things were before.”
“We ain’t never going back to that,” I vow. I hated that I had even let us get to the point of needing an intervention. The love for my wife grew past what I used to believe love was. I meantwhat I said, I wasn’t going back to ignoring her pleasure or her desires. I wasn’t going back to acting like everything was okay when it wasn’t. And I damn sure wasn’t going back to that old stale routine.
We sit for a while chatting about everything and nothing, just being present in this moment. Evie shares her fantasies with me and all I can do is smile. She has thought an entire scenario out detailing exactly how she wants to be used like my own personal fuck toy and another where Marissa joins us again. I smile, excited for what’s in store. When we’d had our fill of the picnic spread and our surroundings, we head back to the resort and freshen up for our meeting with Mistress Darby.
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.
