Adventure of a Beautiful Hotwife

[angelique127]

Isabelle Jenna Anderson, young, blonde, beautiful, spoiled, entitled and priviledged, recently married to a wealthy older gentleman. The typical trophy wife but with a twist. Ever since the honeymoon, as agreed upon, her new hubby has to wear feminine panties on a daily basis, while at work and at home or out in public. It is their little secret and it makes Carl easier to control. Isabelle also likes to keep him in chasity while at the office, making him wear a little cock cage when he isn't with her to completely control his orgasms. Of course she permits her husband to remove the dreadful device after he gets home in the evening when she can monitor his activities. On the weekends Carl is usually cage free while he does his chores such as preparing their meals { unless they go out to lunch or dinner } cleaning the house and doing their laundry. Within a month of being married Carl was taught to give perfect manicures and pedicures, shave her legs and underarms. Not that he didn't love playing the role of the devoted spouse, treating Isabelle like a total goddess. Meanwhile Carl showered his beautiful wife with gifts, such as diamonds and pearls, flowers, lingerie, and very expensive fashionable clothes. Isabelle drove cars, a Mercedes and a Porshe, when she wasn't being driven around in a limo by a driver to certain charity functions, shopping sprees, or lunches at the exclusive country club.

But Carl worked long hours frequently and traveled alot and she soon grew bored spending so much alone.Their gated estate was simply wonderful, nine bedrooms, five baths, a pool on six acres of manicured ground but Isabelle was totally dissatified with the master bathroom. She hated the color of the marble and wanted a bigger whirlpool bath and shower installed. Of course Carl indulged his wife and agreed to let her hire a contracter of her choice to remodel their spacious master bath the way she wanted it. The cost didn't matter as long as Isabelle got whatever her little ol' heart desired. A dear friend from the country club recommended a local contracter who had recently remodeled her bathroom and informed her that he did excellant work. Yes he was rather expensive but he was worth every penny, not to mention being very good looking. The tall dark and handsome type. Isabelle decided to contact 'Antonio's Custom Fine Tile and Marble Works' for an estimate. She was determined to get whatever she wanted and money was no object...

 

[makofin]

Antonio Di Salva { 6 foot two, thirty years old, in his prime, two hundred and twenty pounds of alpha male, black hair, of Italian and Irish hertiage. Successful, confident and single by choice, has several female friends with benefits but his only committment really is to his contracting business. His references are excellant and he takes pride in his reputation and has built it from the bottom up from a laborer with his own sweat and blood to employ twelve professional full time employees. * No job is too big or small for Antonio and he promises total satisfaction in all his custom work }

I was called for an estimate to do a complete remodel on a master bath in an wealthy gated community that I had done several projects before. These homes or estates were worth several million but needless to say, this is where my bread and butter was. The payoff was always big because money was never an option. A pretty young hispanic maid with a dazzling smile answered to door and led me to a well furnished room and offered me refreshments, saying the mister and misses of the house would be with me shorty. I politely declined anything to drink and looked around the room slightly impressed by the expensive furniture and paintings not to mention the crystal chandelier. This could be a very profitable job although I knew some of the filthy rich could be notoriously cheap. I was determined to give them a fair estimate that benefited us both.

A minute later I heard the sound of a pair of high heels on the marble floor approaching from the foyer. I smelled her perfume as she entered the room with a shorter man who had to be her husband. She was simply gorgeous and it caught me off guard. Long blonde hair, blue eyes and a body made for sin. Everything about her spelled perfection, from her face to her inticing cleavage, which I did my best to tear my eyes away from, not wanting to stare to appear unprofessional. I stood up and listened while she introduced herself and her husband and thanked me for coming, with a hint of a sweet southern accent that dripped with honey.

I took her manicured hand in mine and and intoduced myself, trying not to let her notice how overcome I was by her beauty. Isabelle Anderson was one classy beautiful bitch. Talk about a trophy wife, this woman was the poster child. I couldn't help but notice how short and small her bald husband Carl was and at least ten years older than his younger wife.

Mrs. Anerson then sat down on a sofa next to me and crossed her shapely legs. The dress that she was wearing showed plently of leg. Carl remained silent as he sat next to his wife who was definately out of his league. Thats when I noticed the key she wore on a gold chain necklace. Hmmm is that what I think it is ?

 

[angelique127]

My first impression of Mr. De Silva was that he was very tall...and handsome. A full head of black hair and a pair of very dark eyes that boldly roamed up and down my body. I was confident that he liked what he saw. Most men and a few women...too bad Mr. De Salvo was so rugged and blue collar. He would look so much better in a suit and tie ! I must admit we did not usually mingle with anyone in a lower class very often in our inner circle unless it was for business. This would be an exception of course...

" I must say Mr. De Silva, that you come highly recommended by several of the wives in the neighborhood for your excellant services ! My husband and I are wanting to have our master bath totally redone in marble and tile with a bigger whirlpool bath and a larger shower with a bench and other improvements such as gold faucets and a toilet with a bijou like they have over in Europe . My husband took me to Paris last month and everyone has one. They are so much better, are they not darling ? "

" Yes dear, whatever my princess wants. " Carl agreed.

" I am so lucky to have a hubby who likes to spoil me ! Why for our anniversary last week he bought me a brand new conferable Mercedes ! " I couldn't help bragging...

Mr. De Silva smiled but I noticed that his eyes were more or less focused on my necklace that I was fondling, or was it my manicured fingernails ? Did he even have a clue what it was for ? I didn't think so, an alpha male like him would never let a woman put his cock in a cage, unlike my passive husband.

" Why please forgive me, where are my manners ? May I offer you some refreshment, sir ? Perhaps some lemonade or something stronger like a tumbler of fine bourbon or whiskey...I don't think we have any beer, my husband does not drink it ? " I asked my guest...

 

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" No thank you, Mrs Anderson, I'm fine. " I answered, unable to to resist adding, " I can wait until I get home to have a beer. "

She smiled and told Carl to fix her a drink instead and I never saw a man jump up that fast and go to the bar to prepare her a drink. She said jump and he asked how high. I was certain now what the key was for. Otherwise I needed to concentrate on this estimate and not let my imagination get the better of me, I told myself while she recrossed her long shapely legs again and dangled her high heel on her toe. Meanwhile I informed her that I had some samples to choose from and would need to see the master bath before I could give a fair estimate. For some reason I thought I was going to really like doing this remodel. Mrs. Anderson thumbed through the catalog, liking this and that and disliking other things while sipping her mint julip. Carl sat nearby seeming content to let his wife make all the decisions. There was no doubt who was in charge of this marriage. Finally it was decided that she would come to the showroom/warehouse tomorrow to see further options since she couldn't decide at the moment and wanted to see more selections. We agreed on a time and I told them that I needed to see the bathroom to take some measurements. When I followed Mrs. Anderson upstairs I had a great view of her perfect ass in that short tight dress and my cocked actually stirred in my jeans just looking at it sway seductively.

 

[angelique127]

I had a feeling Mr. De Silva was checking out my derriere as he followed me up the spiral staircase and into our bedroom, which was the only acess to the master bath...

" Oh my please excuse the mess, my husband has not done his daily chores. We recently had to fire our full time live in maid, and Carl has been filling in until we can find a replacement. " I explained about the unmade bed, the clothes and lingerie that was strewn all over the place. " I told him to clean the bedroom before you arrived ! How dare he not listen to me and do what he is told ! "

Mr. De Silva just nodded glancing around before entering the bathroom and starting to take measurements. I noticed a pair of my worn panties lying on the sink and quickly put them in the hamper, hoping he didn't notice, reminding myself to scold Carl later for being so careless. Leaving Antonio alone for a moment in the bathroom, I rang my bell { which Carl referred too as the bitch bell when it summoned him } He responded immediately...

" Yes dear. "

" Do you know how embarrassed I am ? How many times do I have to remind you to hang up my dresses and nightgowns and too put clean silk sheets on the bed ? Our hamper is full and the laundry needs to be done...you know how I like my delicates handwashed and put back in their proper place. And don't forget to vacuum and dust afterward ! " I threatened him, with hands on my hips, not caring if Antonio overheard me. We had an arrangement and Carl knew his proper place in our marriage. We had agreed that I was in control of this relationship before we were married. My dear mother, bless her heart, always had daddy at her beck and call, worshipping the very ground she walked on. Daddy was totallly devoted to mother and I was determined that Carl would be the same way...

 

[makofin]

After hearing Mrs. Anderson scolding her husband there was no doubt in my mind who made the rules in this marriage. The poor guy had forgotten to do his daily chores for his wife who reminded him right in front of me. I went about my business taking measurements, thinking about that key that looked so good hanging between her fine breasts and what it was for. Carl was probably wearing a cage at this very moment. Hell yeah Mrs. Isabelle Anderson was a beautiful blonde bitch but myself I would never let a woman be in control or lock up my cock. Besides it would never fit anyway the devices were made for a little penis.

Soon she entered the bath and complained how nothing was good enough for her. Isabelle wanted all new things, the best money could buy. What a spoiled entitled priness, I thought to myself as I listened to her bitch about how lazy her husband was although he was filthy rich and provided her with whatever she wanted. I actually felt sorry for the guy, nothing he could do would please her.

We agreed to meet at my showroom in the morning so she could select what she wanted. Mrs Anderrson assured me she would bring a blank check !

 

[angelique127]

I felt a little overdressed for the occasion just to go to a warehouse but I always like to look my best. Besides Antonio was quite an attractive hunk by any standards, despite being a blue collar man. I caught him staring at my breasts several times when he thought I was not looking. Believe me, despite being married, I am not above teasing men if necessary or just for fun, knowing they could never touch me. Some men might even consider me a cocktease...lol. Just ask my poor ol' hubby, last night before bed, still dressed in my stocking and heels, wearing my favorite sheer robe I made him lick my pussy until I had an orgasm. What I didn't tell him was that I was thinking about Antonio the whole time and imaging what it would be like to be dominated by him.

His truck was the only vehical in the parking lot and I parked my Mercedes next to it. I usually didn't get out of bed before ten am but I had made an exception today. It could be worth my while. I entered his showroom and he was standing there drinking a cup of coffee.

" Good morning Mr. De Silva. " I offered.

He didn't say anything, just let his boldl eyes delibertly travel up and down my body, like he owned me and could do whatever he wanted. Or so I imagined. Antonio was definitly an alpha male...

 

[makofin]

Damn she looked hot. I could smell her perfume from several feet away. She was wearing a tight dress that came to mid thigh that showed off miles of toned leg accented by a pair of heels. Isabelle Anderson looked like a centerfold that had just stepped out of the pages of playboy. And that key necklace was hanging down the valley between her breasts.

" Would you like some coffee Mrs. Anderson ? I have to warn you it is very strong like truck stop coffee. "

" No thank you, but do you have any bottled water ? "

I nodded, indictating the refrigator next to the coffee pot. I think she thought I was going to get it for her and wait on here hand and foot like her husband did. " Help yourself. "

Isabelle blinked in surprise, not used to someone refusing to accomodate her entitled ass.

" Would you like to browse the imported marble and tile ? If you can't find a certain color you prefer we have a whole catalog to pick from. " I suggested.

She nodded and strolled about the samples. This offered me a good look at her nice fine ass and legs in that tight dress. Isabelle knew she was smoking hot. dispite her stuck up attitude. She stopped to admire an expensive marble sink with gold faucets. Isabelle had good taste and I couldn't help but wonder if she tasted good. Usually I didn't bother to pursue married women but in this case I might have to make an exception. Any man who allowed his wife to lock up his dick in a little cage was a wimp as far as I was concerned.

 

[angelique127]

" This is all so overwhelming, I didn't know it would be this difficult to chose something ! " I really do like this marble in rose. Do you think I should do the entire master bath in marble ? " I asked wanting Anthoneys input, since he was an expert on such things. " Remember money is not an issue...my husband can pay whatever the cost. "

This seemed to break the ice, pretending to be a helpless female and needing his advice. Anthoney immediately became more devisive and helpfull, sharing his opinion and knowledge with me. While the final decision would be mine, he offered several different alternatives. Once while admiring the texture of the marble our fingers touched together and it was like a spark of electricity. I couldn't help but notice how good he smelled, like a hint of Irish Spring...' manly yes, but I like it too ! ' He was standing so close to me and I found myself trying to concentrate and not think about how sexy he was or how big and powerful his hands were. I usually didn't find blue collar males very attractive but Anthoney De Silva was definately an exception...

By now the warehouse was beginning to fill up with workers and staff and we were not alone. I really liked the gray marble with white rose streaks throughout and I choose that. Always go with your first instinct my daddy always said. After the contract was signed and the paperwork done we parted with the promise that he would send a crew over tomorrow to begin the demolition of my master bathroom.

" Won't you be the one supervising ? I was under the impression that the man with the most experience would be doing all the work. " I said feeling dissappointed that he might not be there and I wouldn't get to see him...

Anthoney smirked but he assured me that his crew know what they were doing.

 

[makofin]

No matter how I tried to immerse myself all day in my work I couldn't help thinking about Isabelle Anderson. Being single I wasn't usually attracted to married females. When and if I did go out it was a strip bar or someplace. I preferred the friends with benefits kind of relations with no strings attached, but the only kind of relationship I wanted with Mrs. Anderson was in the sexual nature. I wanted to play with her nipples, eat her pussy before I fucked her and made her scream my name. And I think she wanted the same thing. She obviously wasn't getting it at home by her lame husband and needed a good fucking from a male who could deliver. So maybe I would show up and supervise the crew tomorrow, even if they didn't need it. And I hand a feeling this project was going to be more than I bargained for but well worth the reward.

Finishing up another job at the end of the day, I dailed my foreman Rodrigo, " Hey Rod we have an important job starting tomorrow morning. We will have to gut the entire masterbath and get ready to prep it, so we will need the whole crew there. "

Yeah no problem boss ! "

" Just make sure the boys are on their best behavior and bring alot of plastic to cover the floors and plush carpet. The bathroom is on the second floor and you have to go through the bedroom to get there. Just be careful, she is a bitch and can be hard to deal with, if you know what I mean. "

" Okay don't worry, I will make sure the crew is very polite and not get the too carpet dirty ! "