At the end of the longest day of the summer, the distant light of the sun was still trying to shine as best it could, still warming the night air before it set. Enrico made his way up to the chateau from the beach dusting the soft grains of sand from his feet with each step. The sound of his sandals slapping against his heels echoed through the street as he walked. The bottom of his Hawaiian shorts were slightly damp from the sea and his open Hula shirt wafting around his perfectly toned body, only prevented by his muscly arms from blowing off him by the firm but steady sea breeze while his auburn locks were gently tussled in the wind.
About 10 minutes later on arriving at his front door, Isabella, his new wife, had seen him strolling through the street and so came down to meet him. She was dressed in the most elegant deep purple satin ball gown with ruffles around the sleeves and at the feet, embroidery lining the underside of her bosom, with a flowery pattern sewn up one side up to her breast. Isabella’s long black hair was draped over her shoulder revealing the one strapless side and a beautiful sea horse tattoo on her lower neck.
Isabella fluttered her deep brown eyes sensually at Enrico as he lifted his head to greet her placing a hand on one cheek and his pursed lips on the other. He playfully brushed past her whilst grabbing her hand and twirled her around letting her gown splay out and scrunch back in as it wrapped itself around her legs and softly fell straight. A broad smile appeared on her face as she kissed his lips sending tingles down her neck into her back.
“How was your afternoon my darling?” Enrico asked in his husky Portuguese accent “I missed you down at the beach.”
“It was wonderful!” Elated, Isabella explained how she was picked up by chauffer and taken to a spa resort in the next town, pampered all morning and was treated like royalty while she swam in the pool and relaxed in a mud bath. Enrico had organised a whole day just for her. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you though, gorgeous”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Why was I in your thoughts today?” Enrico queried.
“Well, the masseuse stimulated many areas” Isabella began, “I was covered appropriately but when she got t-“
“She!?” Enrico interrupted.
“Yes. She” Isabella confirmed with a cheeky smile between her smooth tanned cheeks.
Enrico was very intrigued by this. “Im not objecting but still, why was I on your mind all day?”
“Well, when she got to the small of my back” Isabella continued, “and when gently massaging up my thighs, I couldn’t help but let out a small groan. I could only think of how much you would have enjoyed watching me being touched in certain places by this masseuse. So I invited her over for another massage. She should be arriving in” she paused looking at the clock on the terracotta shaded wall behind Enrico, “around 20 minutes from now.”
A cheekily large smile grew from Enrico’s already sly smirk at the thought of watching his new wife being pleasured by another woman as beautiful as her. Lifting one eye brow, Isabella’s eyes gleamed across the room at her husband, wondering what could be going on in his wild mind. She thought back to her very heated wedding night and the contraptions that the families had sneaked into their room after they had gotten ready.
Just as they both were about to finish tidying the main areas of the house they would be entertaining in, the doorbell rang and standing there waiting was this strong petite young woman, twenty eight in years and twenty two in looks. Eyes as blue as the sky, her perfect little mouth with soft lips and a bead-like nose. Long dark blonde hair that flowed to below her pert breasts, round enough for an ample handful encased in a lacy bra and maroon red blouse. Her skin tanned from the Spanish sun and her lower half covered by a pair of lacey dark blue below-the-knee leggings.
