Page 15 of Undone
“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 seeMarissa’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.
