At the sound of the doorbell, Celeste looked at her Metiers watch, smiled and rose from the poolside lounge chair.
It wasn't often she had to answer the door herself, but her husband was, wherever his high priced job had taken him. Fucking whomever.
And Rosalie had taken the children to school in the Bentley, and had a nice long list of things to pick up on the way home.
So that morning, Celeste had to answer the door herself, which was the plan.
Before opening the huge door, she looked through the peep hole. She had learned that while it can be very entertaining to answer the door in her string Gucci bikini and long gossamer, see thru robe, other times it was just...awkward.
On the wide flagstone stoop, stood Raul. Peering around nervously. Celeste didn't know what he had to be nervous about. She had assured him that no one would be home, this time.
And besides, he was only here to be devoured, she thought lewdly as she looked at his body.
She felt the same thrill she felt the first time she saw him, working at the country club. It was a jolt of lust, and surprisingly enough, after 4 months, it had not worn off yet, to be replaced by another.
She opened the door wide, revealing herself and smiling broadly at the young immigrant.
His dark, expressive eyes were drawn to her white bikini, struggling to hold in her shapely, deeply tanned body. It was a body he had gotten to know very well these last few months
"Right on time Raul! Please, come in!" She welcomed him enthusiastically, staring at the bulge in the tight spandex shorts that she had bought for him, and insisted he wear when he came to visit.
He tried to act casually as he walked into the palatial home, but he always felt so out of place there. He would swear the estate was bigger than the village he had fled from, with his family, in search of a better life.
He had to admit that his relationship with the beautiful woman was better than anything he had ever known before. It was far more exciting than the occasional roll in the hay, literally, in the stables with the local senorita of the week back home.
But she kept him guessing, and he could never relax completely. He never knew what she wanted from him on any particular day.
He did know that he was simply a plaything, a sexual outlet for her. And her imagination and whims were all over the place, from straight sex like he remembered from the girls back home, to things that would be serious taboos in the conservative country of his youth.
But she was so beautiful, alluring and rich, that he could never say no to her. And he had to admit that he was learning a lot from her.
Once Celeste had the door closed she walked around to stand in front of Raul, she tugged on the bottom of his tee shirt and said simply, "Off"
She knew his limitations with the English language. She hadn't invited him over to discuss literature anyway.
She reached out and grabbed a pillow from the settee and threw it on the floor at his feet. She smiled at him and the questioning look on his face, and dropped to her knees on the pillow.
The bulbous head and thick shaft of his dick was outlined by the tight nylon fabric of his shorts, and she wasted no time pulling them down to his feet.
Released from it's confines, the semi erect monster sprang up and slapped Celeste in the chin, eliciting a lusty giggle.