Full Disclosure Ch. 02

Number 2: Rules

There were two rules at the resort.

Number one was consent. This was emphasized in an entire written page in the packet Natalie and Elijah received upon acceptance of their application. Many words and phrases were bolded for emphasis. Consent was the primary concern and focus for the resort, to the extent of emergency buttons installed around the facilities should someone feel in danger. With the application and vetting process, the resort assured their guests on this page that they were confident in their selection process, that there was nothing to fear. That they had yet to receive any complaints from those who stayed, but as an extra guarantee to all, security was always readily available and on call for any reason, even something as small as feeling an advance was unwelcome without even an action by the unwanted party.

Safety was number one, but the following page laid out suggestions of ways to ensure guests were comfortable at all times. For example, making friends and, when not engaging in consensual relations, "consider sticking with a group". Locating emergency buttons throughout the grounds early on. Avoid drinking to excess. Be comfortable with the word 'no' and do not fear repercussions should you require help.

As Elijah and Natalie studied their registration packet, this assured them both that this place was taken seriously and they'd made the right choice. And with how much they were paying for their two week stay, they were both glad to find out that this was the resorts number one priority.

But they both shared a laugh upon turning the page to find rule number two:

"Don't be afraid of the word YES."

The reading continued, explaining that everyone was there for different reasons, but they all shared a commonality. New experiences. Be it a couple who chooses to enjoy only each other to couples and singles alike enjoying a much more group setting, this was about a vacation of experiments and discoveries.

The rest amped up the hype of the word YES by assuring the applicant that their every "Dream and Desire" should be filled, and the resort was readily equipped to accommodate. With just over seven-hundred rooms, the lodgings took up the smallest area of the grounds. Multiple private and public hot tubs, saunas, spas, clubs, beaches, and--Natalie began to giggle as she read--playrooms made up the larger square footage of the multi-acre resort.

There were more rules, but they instead were titled 'logistics', probably as not to feel too daunting. And one of them they'd learned as they'd filled out their applications, and still it felt weird to read it on the page.

"I can't believe we're in separate rooms," Natalie said, flicking her pen against the packet where that particular logistic had been listed.

Elijah put his arm around her, kissed her cheek. "Adjoining rooms," he reminded her. "Couples are in rooms that share a door. More like a suite with two bedrooms."

Natalie rolled her eyes. "I understand why," she said, that small niggling reticence tickling her spine. "Swinging, poly, or even just a break to sleep alone. It's just strange that it's the only way they do it."

"I think it's to encourage, instead of discourage," Elijah said with a shrug. "Doing it this way means they don't have to go out of their way to accommodate every request." He kissed her cheek again. "We'll share a bed. This way we'll have two to choose from."

Natalie turned to him and smiled. "I love you," she said. It was the truth. If anything, he'd been the one to put up more of an argument when they'd first read that couples rented adjoining rooms, and it had been her who had explained the reasons originally. He was just reiterating them. "Are you ready to start?"

Elijah picked up his own pen, shuffling the notepad in front of him and scooting around their dining table so they faced one another instead of sitting side by side. They left in six days, but they had agreed that they would cancel their reservations if they could not agree upon rules and take off to Europe instead for a trip that wouldn't involve seven-hundred or so sexually driven people surrounding them.

Grinning at his wife, taking a moment to linger on the low cut of the yellow blouse she wore, he clicked the button of the pen. "Let's do this."

Natalie and Elijah both took to writing out their own sets of rules regarding this vacation. It was done in silence and internalizing, so that neither would feel coerced into something. Instead, once they'd finish, they'd share their rules and either negotiate or agree. Or disagree. Europe was on the table as well, after all. Above all else, they were both determined to make it work.

Two hours later, everything had been settled with little to no disagreements. Their pages had been nearly identical, once shared, only bulleted in a different order due to train of thought. On a separate sheet of paper, their own set of rules were created.

Number one was that the rules could be changed at any time.

Outside of that, it was more or less a contract offering complete freedom and mutual respect. If either of them found someone as a third, it would happen as long as the other was willing with that particular person. That if at any time, either felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, they would both leave together without question. And that while their purpose was to feel freedom while rediscovering their passions together, that did not exclude a potential partner on the side as long as it was done with honesty and not hidden like a dirty secret.

There were addendums, written out similar to a lawful contract. Every item had a personal touch. Elijah's requirement that they share an open dialogue about every activity. Natalie's request that for each liaison shared with others, they spent double that with only each other. That Elijah had to approve of any man touching his wife, an element of control he felt he could not relinquish. That Natalie would not accept Elijah sleeping with anyone without protection, despite the rigid rule of the resort that everyone attending proved a form of birth control and no STDs via medical records sent in with their applications.

Sliding her arms around Elijah's waist in the kitchen, Natalie looked up at him. "We are not normal," she noted with disappointment. They'd spent the remainder of the afternoon finalizing everything, and now, about to cook dinner, she couldn't help but have her doubts.

"We're not," he agreed, pursing his lips to the side. His blue eyes bored into hers. "But we're better than most, right?" His hands stroked her shoulders. "So many would just let their marriage fail. We're doing everything we can in a way that may not feel right to most people, but might be right for us."

A hint of a smile brushed Natalie's lips. "I guess we'll see," she said, pragmatic as always. "We are either taking the right course of action, or we fail miserably. Not really an in-between here."

Pulling her in close, Elijah kissed her forehead. "Isn't it amazing though that it's already gotten a little better?" he asked, thinking through the last two weeks since the proposal of a trip. There was still a wedge. Distance had been created, but out of necessity and need, a bridge was being built. A tenderness had appeared where there had been none for so long, and the dialogue had begun. Since that night, they'd had multiple discussions on a range of topics that all revolved around their wishes and desires. What they wanted from life. What they felt they could share. What they felt they could not.

The rediscovery was already beginning. "It has," Natalie replied, happy to be held again. They'd fallen into a routine of roommates, coming home from work and sharing a meal, then doing their own separate-but-together activities like watching a movie or barbequing. While they'd only had sex three times since that conversation, they did still work together as a pair in that department. Though it was desperate and laced with a quiet anger, the pleasure was as much as it ever was.

Six days later, Natalie and Elijah arrived at the island resort after a five-hour flight, two-hour shuttle and a short ferry. While most of Mexico's beach resorts had class and style after years of tourism, D&D definitely was higher up on the luxury scale. The grounds were stunning; vibrant greens and yellow sand against the cool sea-green water that was almost tepid to the touch.

The entrance was grand; a large archway two stories high entering into a lobby made of light, between the large windows and skylights and off-white walls that had opulent filigrees as accents at every corner and frame. If not for the view, it seemed more like a Vegas hotel and less like a Mexican resort. Friendly staff greeted them at the desk, and once they'd checked in, a beautiful, tall brunette walked over to show them the grounds as two bellhops took their bags.

Things became a little more 'Caribbean cool' once out of the extravagant lobby, though still chic and modern in both architecture and décor. Natalie, holding hands with Elijah, had seen pictures of many of the stops along the grounds; the long pool that curved the entire length of the four buildings, with both a waterfall and a grotto along the way. A swim-up bar was at the far end, with beautiful men and women laughing and drinking, completely at ease in the atmosphere of both bikini-clad and topless. Natalie noted that few were touching, mostly it just seemed like friends having a good time, though there was one man with a gorgeous raven-haired beauty on his lap with his fingers freely and openly toying with her large breasts.

This pair, however, was off to the side, and no one seemed to be paying much attention to them. She quickly averted her gaze. While it was surprising that they were so bold and forward, she realized it was just a part of the scene and something she'd have to get used to. It wasn't as though she were averse to such a public display; quite the opposite. At one of France's nude beaches, she'd made quite the display herself with Philippe late one evening. But it would take some getting used to after having lived like a grown-up.

A grown-up who'd lost the passion in her marriage, in a way she'd only been told happened, never thought would happen to her.

Elijah stared out at the beach where they'd stopped with the tour guide as she pointed out the palapas that, unlike one's he'd seen before on vacations to the country, had curtains hanging for privacy. Despite the fact that there were seven-hundred or so guests, the beach had very few people from what he could tell, which added to the mystique and beauty, not subtracted. It looked relaxing, and with a glance at Natalie, he had a moment's fantasy of taking her on a blanket in the sand at sunrise. Just being here had set a sex drive into motion that hadn't been present since he was in college, and appropriately so. Everything he'd seen up until now--the people around the pool, the indoor pool with a long wall of private hot tub rooms and saunas, the outbuilding for the massage parlor and spa, the long grassy grounds where they'd been told morning yoga took place as well as organized activities through the afternoon--it was all so sexy, bordering on naughty.

And he was well aware that there were naughtier areas that weren't visited on the private tour. He'd read enough reviews to have a pretty good idea of what else was offered.

"So, I'll show you to your room now, if you like, unless you have any other questions," the beautiful brunette said, batting her eyes at Elijah. It had been clear to Natalie throughout the tour that, while there were gorgeous people all over the place here, Elijah definitely was in the cream of the crop, and their guide had noticed it.

There was no jealousy, as far as Natalie was concerned. If anything, she was proud of his dashing looks and how women would look at him. Even through the drought, when she'd see women eye him there was pride that he was hers. The slight curl to his dark blonde hair gave him a roguish look to his otherwise boyish all American features. A devil may care, fun loving attitude that managed to fit in anywhere from high society events to a football game was just the frosting on an already gorgeous cake. He was infectious to be around, and his smile dazzled everyone, men and women alike crossing the range of ages.

Elijah wrapped an arm around Natalie, something done often when a woman looked his way to convey that he was taken, even through the misery of the last year. It was important to him that men knew she was his, and that women understood he had the most beautiful creature on earth joining him in his bed every night, regardless of whether or not sleeping together was eventful. He'd won the lottery with Natalie; a woman who had encouraged proclivities through their youth, so confident in what she was that it didn't matter if some other woman joined their play. To this day, he still couldn't believe she'd encouraged him to sleep with other people while she'd been away and that he'd never been punished for it, as he knew women might often make a suggestion such as that only as a test. And still, all that aside, she was so intelligent. Beloved within minutes of meeting someone new. And he'd seen how his coworkers had looked at her. Who could resist that body, those eyes, that smile. The way she carried herself caused whiplash for any man they passed on the street.

"I think we're good," he said. "Nat?"

Grinning at Elijah, she replied, "We're good."

From there, they were shown their room by their guide who had become markedly less enthusiastic. It was likely she received her fair share of enjoyment from singles that stayed here, but neither Natalie nor Elijah were interested in exploring the possibility of others until they'd settled in and spent a good amount of time alone.

"This is pretty amazing," Natalie said once inside the room, which of theirs it was had not been decided, not that it even mattered. They'd agreed the door that adjoined the two rooms would stay open and they'd spend their nights in bed together. That being said, however, anything could change. There was still the horrifying possibility that this could separate them for good. That they'd learn they needed more. Something different. Something new. "Look at this bed!"

Elijah laughed as Natalie flung herself onto the king mattress of a four poster bed. Purposeful, he figured, for any sort of bedroom play a guest may want to indulge in, and a few more fantasies spiraled through his thoughts at rapid fire. He collapsed beside her, staring at the ceiling. "Oh my god, a mirror," he stated dully, then glanced her way with a stifled laugh. "They actually have a mirror on the ceiling."

"I kinda like it," Natalie said conspiratorially, biting her lower lip. Turning to her side, she curled against him, placing her hand on his chest. "Do you think we made the right decision, now that we're here and have seen it?"

Stroking her side, he stared into the mirror. The length of her lean body against him in the reflection was a turn-on, seeing it above him. He imagined a time, hopefully in the very, very near future, where he could lay there and watch her ride him through that mirror, see their play from a different angle while experiencing it.

"It's actually more benign than I originally thought," he said, raising a brow.

Natalie giggled, propped her head up in her hand. "What did you think we were walking into?"

Looking into her eyes now, he tucked her golden hair behind her ear. "I think I expected massive orgies everywhere we looked," he said teasingly.

She slapped his chest. "No really," she demanded.

"Well, not orgies," he admitted. "But it's cooler than I thought it was going to be. I thought maybe it would feel really awkward arriving. We'd walk around and see naked people everywhere. I didn't expect to find out there is more staff than guests, which really adds to the whole safety of it all. Makes me feel better about... well, there was a fear of course if you decided to head out for a walk alone, despite the giant page about consent and safeguards in place." He paused, thinking about the tour. "I didn't expect to feel this comfortable immediately, though. Thought it might take some getting used to."

Natalie's brows drew together. "Me either," she admitted openly. "It all seemed very normal, actually. I mean, topless girls at the pool, but we knew that. Nothing I didn't experience in France or Spain. Way less of a frat-party spring break vibe, which was my only real fear. That we were showing up at a place full of college kids just looking to get wild."

"Oh, I'm sure there are those," Elijah said. "But did you notice at the pool that there didn't really seem to be a division of ages? There was a woman there who was definitely at that thirty-five mark surrounded by three guys who were way closer to the minimum requirement to be here."

Natalie lightly shrugged. "No judgement," she stated, unconcerned. "Lots of guys like them older." She flung onto her back again, staring up at the mirror. Elijah looked sexy, with his arms behind his head now, making eye contact through the ceiling. "Maybe it really is the dream. The dreams and desires," she said in a mocking tone, then sobered. "The sort of sexually free utopia where nothing really stands in the way. And damn, there were some good looking people. They really meant it with their whole screening/application process."

Elijah took his turn at facing Natalie, and studied her from head to toe. "No one as beautiful as you," he said honestly. And he meant it. From what he'd seen, there had been variety, but no one had stood out in the way Natalie did. Somehow he'd accidentally forgotten what a prize he had at home. Placing a hand on her stomach, he began to toy with the fabric of the loose tank-top she wore over her firm abdomen. "This rift--" He began, then swallowed. "I'm so sorry."

Natalie gazed at him with a pensive smile. "This is our chance to fix it," she said determinedly. "And a chance to have fun and be foolish kids again while we do."

The frank and honest discussion had taken place only a few days after the applications had been sent in. It had been somber, but necessary. Important that they both recognized that this could mean they find out they want someone else. And if that was the case, they'd agreed it would end with grace and kindness. But that it would be told to the other the instant it was realized, should it happen. No games, no beating around the bush. No bullshit. It had already been accepted as a possibility, albeit a worst case scenario.

Elijah wet his lips, gaze growing more and more determined by the second. "I want to fuck you," he stated, balling the tank at her stomach into his fist. "I don't even need to see the other room. This is the bed, and I'm going to christen it right now."

"We have to unpack--" Natalie began.

"No," Elijah said, then began to unbutton her white cotton shorts. Natalie felt unsure just now. The sex hadn't improved yet, even though it had happened. There was still too much distance and pent up frustration. She wasn't sure she was ready to launch right in.

"These are coming off," Elijah said, pulling the zipper down, despite noticing her hesitation. They were here now. It was time to own it. Find that wild reckless passion they'd once shared. And he'd thought of very little else since they'd arrived. He was ready to throw himself fully into this experience, and it began now.

"Uh uh," Natalie tsked playfully, warming to the idea as he shimmied her shorts down her legs. "There's rules about consent."

Elijah shot her a look of warning. "It's not a joke," he said.

Immediately the guilt flooded through her. He was right, that part was definitely nothing to joke about. "You're right, I didn't mean it," she admitted. Elijah kneed his way between her legs, propping himself up on all fours with his hands on either side of her head. Natalie smiled up at him, letting it all go. "Yes," she said. It was time. Time to let go of preconceptions and embrace what this was about. Sliding her hand between them, she clutched him over his khaki shorts, finding him fully hard. And so quickly! "Yes," she repeated. "That is, if you think you can handle me. You know how I can be."

Elijah did know how she could be. No one compared to her in the sack, no one. She was wild and flexible and tight and beautiful and game for anything. And he had always loved testing that limit, seeing how much she could endure, and she never, ever disappointed. Past year aside, of course.

"Remind me," he said before kissing her passionately, pressing his groin against her and swiveling. He grabbed her wrists and brought them above her head, pressing them against the pillow as a silent order for her to keep them there. She complied with a wicked smile, the smile he knew well that she was ready to play. He then clutched the hem of her tank-top and, without ceremony, pulled it up and over her head. And god bless, those arms stayed put over her head, lengthening her now naked torso, back arched. "No bra to fuck around with," he noted with a raise of his brow. "I approve."

Natalie watched through the mirror as he shuffled downward, roughly squeezing her breasts while taking a nipple between his teeth. She loved the animalistic side of him that he exhibited in times like these. He really was embracing the idea of rediscovering their wild side, and in her ecstasy she was grateful. If this place brought it out in him like this, it wouldn't be long before they were back to their playful, dirty sex that wasn't laced with that element of anger and frustration anymore.

Advancing down her sternum, he continued to torture her breasts until his mouth met the top of her panties. He bit at the hem of the silk, pulling at them while watching her eyes lethargically close. He released her chest and gripped her panties, pulled them from her with vigor until she was fully nude.

On his knees, he ripped his tee over his head, staring down at the vision of her lean frame. How had he forgotten that she was Aphrodite? His shorts followed, then boxer-briefs, and within the next second he was hovering over her once more, only now he brought his mouth down between her legs and listened to her moan as he made contact. With a firm hand on the back of her thigh, he hiked her leg up to spread her further, able to access every millimeter of her, warming her up as her clit grew, seeking attention from him. Grinning, he took it between his lips and sucked before running a thumb over it while gazing up to find her in ecstasy.

He tested her readiness with eager, probing fingers, found her more than ready despite only a few minutes of foreplay, and thank god for it because he needed to fuck her right this instant.

"How's this?" he asked anyways, wanting to be sure she was emotionally ready regardless. A learned necessity in recent weeks.

Natalie ran a hand through his hair, tousling it. She always thought he was sexiest with those curls more present instead of carefully coiffed and professional like a proper attorney. "I'm nineteen again, and you're twenty-one. Treat me like it."

Elijah needed no more of an invitation, and deftly flipped her onto her stomach, then pulled her hips up so her ass was in the air. He heard her excited squeal, playfully slapped her ass, then gripped her hips as he inched forward on his knees. His thumb probed her entrance while he poised his erection.

And without any warning or slow build-up, Natalie cried out at the sudden thrust she felt, the shock of it sending her temporarily from her body. It was violent, and there was not a moments pause from Elijah as he gripped her hips and began pumping at her, despite her cries of both pain and pleasure at being taken so abruptly.

This was how it had been. In a time where they couldn't get enough of each other; times in college where classes would be skipped to spend the day fucking until she could barely walk. And as she'd asked of him, she did indeed feel that youth of their insatiable lust return. The relentless assault from someone who couldn't get enough of her, either. "Oh, holy fuck!" she screamed, oblivious to the fact the whole floor could probably hear her. Not that she would have cared had the thought actually occurred. Bracing herself against the onslaught by pressing a hand against the headboard, she started to laugh. A sort of maniacal laugh a crazy person might make, for she indeed felt crazy, being fucked silly like this.

Teeth barred, Elijah splayed a hand between her shoulder blades to shove her down so she'd arch her back further to get the deepest penetration possible. Jesus, how was she still this tiny? How was it possible that so many years had gone by and she still had muscles that fought back, squeezing him to the point where he'd have moments of dizziness. He could feel his balls tighten. How was it possible that he'd lost the stamina to fuck her for more than five minutes without climaxing, as well? Was it because it had been awhile? Was it that he'd forgotten how crazy-desirable she was? Or was it that he was feeling like a wild college kid again, and that was affecting his ability to control it?

He had to stop. Slow down, if only for a minute or two, because he was not ready for it to end. He did have his ability to quickly recover for round after round on his side, but there was his pride to take into account, as well. He felt he had something to prove.

Slowing his pace, he finally, albeit reluctantly, pulled fully out. Natalie started to collapse, but he quickly wrapped an arm around her waist as an act of either chivalry or ensuring she wasn't about to quit on him, he couldn't be sure which.

With her back pressed against his chest, he let his hands travel her abdomen and breasts until he brought one up to her chin, tilting her head back, listening to her ragged breathing. "Lay back down," he said, then guided her body so she knew he meant on her back.

Natalie could feel the heat in her face. After that, but without reaching a climax, she absolutely needed more. She watched him raise a leg as he followed it down until the knee met her shoulder, her other leg straight out on the bed. That hair. For some reason, it always came down to his hair. She could never control the urge to lace her fingers into its roots and grip as he'd hover over her in situations such as this. "Don't stop," she pleaded between heaving breaths.

"No intention to," he replied, a sheen of sweat across his brow as he poised and entered once more, this time done slowly so he could watch her jaw fall with a sharp inhale. What the fuck had he done to forget these exquisite faces she'd make as he'd penetrate her depths. He'd gone temporarily mad, no doubt about it. But his sanity had returned. Using his shoulder to apply more pressure to that leg between them, that leg allowing more room to fully embed himself, he bit at her chin, panting with each thrust. "Fuck, Natalie," he said without realizing he was saying anything at all. "How the actual fuck did this disappear."

"It doesn't matter," Natalie cried, muscles in her body randomly seizing with each thrust. Her head tossed and turned, too many nerves firing rapidly. "Just keep me filled, please," she whined. She meant it fully. In this moment, she didn't want to live another second without him inside of her. She felt made to be filled with him. "Oh god, harder!"

Elijah picked up the pace, knowing this would mean a quicker climax. He could feel it coming, but she had asked for a pickup in tempo and he would gladly oblige. He wanted to satisfy her more than he wanted to satisfy himself now. And so he began watching for the signs he had memorized that she was close.

When he saw her chest flush with color, he knew it was time. From there he brought his focus back to the action at hand, though he'd been ready since taking her from behind. Lowering. His hand to her clit, he rubbed and rubbed, saw her losing control just as he was.

The climax was shared. Somehow they still had that innate ability to come in the same moment, something that had never needed practice. Natalie felt it in her thighs first and suddenly everything seized before she lost all control of thought and reason, accepting the fall into oblivion. When her senses returned, she felt the gentle jerking of his cock inside of her, emptying the last of his cum before he collapsed on top of her, their bodies both slick with sweat from the shared heat.

It was only then that her eyes met the mirror above and she started to laugh. She hadn't taken advantage of this new and exciting amenity, had completely forgotten it existed. But the view of his naked ass, those little dimples at the base of his back. The firm lines of his muscles... and her body sprawled beneath what she had always viewed as her own personal David.

"I love you," she said, allowing her head to fall to the side. God, how she loved him. And in that moment she said a silent prayer to whatever god could be out there that, in these weeks that followed, they could both agree that this--him still inside of her, their bodies entwined in post-coital exhaustion--was how they were meant to be.

"I love you," Elijah agreed. They may take in every experience this place had to offer, and it may involve other people--though after what they'd just shared, they may as well have just gone to Europe, as no one else remotely interested him in this moment--but she was the one. She had always been the one.