“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 mynipples. “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.
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.
