Part II of 'The Countess' - This is Rafael's Story...
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It had been months since Roger had visited us. After long Covid lockdowns and little in the way of any travel or visitors, the vagaries of airline scheduling seemed to conspire against us ever having our friend stay over on the island. In the end it was just for one night and Nicole was deliriously excited even if everything I had to arrange left me feeling mildly exhausted I was still very happy that the plan was coming together.
Roger arrived on Saturday afternoon having landed his flight wherever, I can never keep track of all the cities, he'd then picked up some antique Cessna that another friend had loaned him to hop over and down onto the tarmac at Roatán. I'll say this for the guy, he has the charm and an easy-going character that gets him pretty much whatever he wants. Whether he was going to get my wife remained to be seen.
I went outside to greet the local minibus as it pulled up and Roger jumped out. I always knew why Nicole was enamored with him, sure he has those classical good looks and the pilot permanent tan, but I never figured out how somebody who sat down for a living could maintain such an annoyingly fit body; 40-odd years old and the guy still has visible abs for crying out loud!
"Roger, my friend! So splendid to see you, I can't believe it's been so long and you apparently haven't aged a day."
"Hey Raffa! Looking pretty good yourself, it's so marvelous to be here. But where's your gorgeous wife?"
Hmm, that was quick. I couldn't help briefly wondering if Roger was as obsessed with my wife as she was with him.
As we walked into house Nicole appeared, floating into the room her body still damp from the pool and her wet bikini clinging to the cotton coverup, pulling it against her body. Despite her wetness Roger pulled her body against his and she laughed at the bear hug from our friend, kissing him on both cheeks.
"Chouchou you're still wet" I reminded Nicole. She waived off my comment and then laughed again blushing slightly as Roger replied:
"I don't mind. I like my women wet."
Well, well. Maybe something was going to happen after all.
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After hours filled with tales of Roger's travels, catch-up gossip, small talk and lazing by the pool, Nicole had organized a superb dinner worthy of her French heritage. Gratinéed local scallops, fresh sea bass, and finished off with a cherry clafoutis. I choose a white 2018 Chanson Beaune to complement Nicole's work making the evening extra special.
Nicole was always a flirt, an entertaining woman who could, and did, talk to anyone about anything. Parties and dinners were never boring and the occasional flick of her strawberry blonde hair, followed by her enticing smile, was alone enough to hold any man's attention. I could see that Roger was falling into the sensuous, tactile, milk and honey bath that was Nicole's personality. I'd compare him to a fish on the line that she slowly wound in, but Roger came willingly; Nicole didn't have to work that hard.
Later that night Nicole lay against me, her warm breasts pushed into my side, my lazy fingertips stroking her back.
"So, I'll be off early in the morning. I'll take the boat to the mainland and come back tomorrow night. Ok?"
"Are you sure?" Nicole asked me. "Roger's leaving around 4.00 I think, so he'll be gone when you get back."
"I'm sure sweetie. You'll keep Roger entertained, I know you'll have fun" I winked at her although I'm not sure she could see.
"Well don't be too late back!" Nicole kissed me as we turned out the lights.
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The boat bounced across the waves, the arriving sunset reflecting off the polished teak deck. It was serene. I, on the other hand, was pumping adrenaline. My day had not been exciting, I had kept myself busy with wandering the city, interspersed with stops sitting in cafés and reading my newspaper while sipping too many espressos. Wandering but wondering. What was happening at home? Had Nicole seduced him? How had she done it? Maybe Roger had actively chased her; although no, he enjoyed the flirting but it would have stopped there unless Nicole had given him some very clear signal.
My stomach flipped momentarily, was it the boat bouncing? Or maybe the thought that my wife of so many years had fucked another man? We headed toward the dock and I knew that very soon I would learn the answers to my questions.
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"Hey Chouchou, I'm home!" I called out.
"Out here on the terrace!" Nicole's voice echoed back. "I have a glass of wine for you."
I stepped out on to the warm terracotta tiles as the sun settled gently on the horizon, Nicole was pouring some chilled wine into glasses that instantly condensed in the warm ocean air.
"Hi sweetie, I missed you" she said. Putting her arms around my neck and placing a lingering kiss full on my lips. "Mmmm"
With my hands on Nicole's waist, I could feel through the flowing silky fabric that there was perhaps nothing underneath. I pulled her closer, tight against me, running my hands up her back, no bra, and back down, no panties!
