Page 6 of Undone
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 knowthat 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 Istep 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.
6
This resort is beautiful. The stone pathways and sand accented by the palm trees and other greenery give the resort a relaxed appearance that I’m sure is purposeful. Desire Cove was the epitome of resort living. With three pools surrounded by cabanas, a spa, sauna, and a fitness center–all clothing optional. There are five restaurants on the property with special areas for entertainment. And it just keeps going and going.
However, the one thing I want to attend today is the partner position class that is being held in one of the movement studios. I want to see what the instructor could teach us–I was by no means an amateur, but I always believe there is an opportunity for improvement.
Walking into the studio we are greeted by a woman in what appears to be her mid to late twenties. She is gorgeous and everything about her young body is perky. Her juicy coils were styled into a beautifully untamed afro with honey blonde highlights and her deep caramel skin looked like it could be used for a skincare ad. One look at her and I am thankful I chose a high waisted swimsuit to wear. She instructs us to choose a matand get comfortable, encouraging us to stretch prior to getting started.
“You ready to show ‘em how it’s done, bae,” Sam smiles, swatting at my ass.
I giggle, choosing a spot in the middle of the room to give us enough space–while I’m not very big standing at five two, my husband is a big body Benz and stands at six three. My baby needs room. Once I am satisfied that he has enough space, I start stretching, bending over to touch my toes, my torso flush against my legs. I feel strong hands on my hips and a stiffness against my ass, as I peak back to see my husband’s lustful gaze watching me. Biting my bottom lip, I squeeze my muscles to make my ass cheeks jump to give him a prequel of what he’s in for when we make it back to the room.
“Stop playing unless you want to give these people a show, Evie baby,” he warns, dipping his hips slightly to tease my covered pussy.
I’m almost ready to say fuck this class and take my man somewhere to fuck him instead.
“Not yet you two love birds,” our instructor says to us, walking back to her spot at the front of the room.“Okay class,” she claps energetically, her accent slight and hard to place, “my name is Marissa and I’ll be your partner positions instructor this afternoon! Why don’t we go around the room and introduce ourselves so it’ll be less awkward. Maybe a few of you might even walk away with a new friend or two.”
Introductions go quickly and Marissa gets all of us started slowly with some pointers on doggy style and missionary, then instructs the class on riding. She has us imitate her position and movements while sitting on top of our partners, showing how to reposition our legs and hands at times to showcase how versatile each position can be with just a few adjustments. Every bump and grind motion along Sam’s manhood only serves to make theache between my legs worse. I need more friction, more skin to skin contact with my husband. From the look in his eyes, he wants that too.
Satisfied with what she’s seeing, she hops up from her mat. “Okay class, now we put everything I just showed you into action. Strip down and get to ridin’,” Marissa commands as she undresses. Sauntering naked past us she stops to rub my shoulder, her tone almost flirty, “Don’t be shy, Evie girl, show us what’s got Samuel droolin’ over you like Thanksgivin’ dinner.”
What the hell did Sammie sign us up for?
