<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">A Stranger in Our Bed</span><br/>TaintedAndDelish, Sasha, Amelia<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">O</span>n the verge of beeping, the alarm on his watch turned over to five fifty nine. Phil sat up and half-mindedly fumbled for the gnat-sized button to disable the alarm before it could ring. The cold, raised wooden platform beneath the palatial bed met his feet almost immediately and within a few minutes he had returned with a two cups of gourmet coffee. Placing one down on a coaster, he placed himself into a nearby upholstered chair and began to read while Isabella laid in bed. He was quite content with his book and her with her pillow.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Estate1/masterbed-1.jpg)</div>Her small feet stuck out from under the edge of the comforter -heels together and each perfectly shaped set of toes pointing off to the sides. It reminded him of the first time he had saw her. She was laying on a lounge chair at the side of a pool at her father's estate. The circumstances were rather unusual, but to her surprise he had introduced himself. As if there was magic in the air they just seemed to hit it off. It was lust at first glance.<br/><br/>The thought of confronting Isabella seemed promising today, however he wasn't too sure about this therapist friend of hers. Suspecting that she would just side with Isabella he winced slightly as he took his first sip. The idea of having a second partner however, was nothing to sneer at and knowing Isabella it could very well be the first and last opportunity. The decision to participate in this therapy as they called it, was a no-brainer, even if he really was at an argumentative disadvantage.<br/><br/>Isabella was his first love; he was infatuated with her from day one. The idea of being with a grown woman did something to his ego. It made him that much more fortunate than his high school peers. In a way she was his key to independence and freedom, but there was something much more special about her. Call it chemistry, psychology or whatever, there was something about her that made him feel complete, successful, and at times even high and giddy.<br/><br/>Isabella's father was the type to just make things happen; always running about with several plans churning at once. His little girl wanted Phil, and he would not let her down. Phil was too young to marry at the time, but apparently not to young to give them good reason to. Like a son, he took Phil under his wing, teaching him to think and act successfully - eventually molding him into a successful business owner. It was no coincidence that he nudge Phil towards running a commercial construction business, as he happened to have a need for an in-law in the business, though he never did disclose this motive to Phil or anyone else.<br/><br/>Phil was more than eager to marry Isabella as it meant he could spend the rest of his life with the woman whom he so passionately loved. She was perfect in his eyes. Eight years had passed and they were nearing their sixth year married. Although they were still friends, there was something missing. Vanilla icecream was no longer a novelty, and chocolate was not much better. He craved each and every sauce and topping that everyone else seemed to enjoy - in fact, he craved it more than the icecream itself. Isabella on the other hand, appeared to be quite content with plain and traditional.<br/><br/>He really wondered just how effective this therapist would be. If she could at least get Isabella into few new kinks then perhaps things would just fix themselves on their own. The one thing he dreaded however was the thought that this therapist would be just as plain and traditional. Only time would tell, and only a fool would turn down an opportunity to sleep with two women.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of his coffee, he continued to flip though his book, apparently not so concerned about Isabella. She could sleep in until noon for all he cared. Sitting around in the comfort of her father's estate with a new spy novel in his hand beat standing on a cold steel girder a quarter mile off the ground any day. He ran his hand through his thick black hair as he looked once more at Isabella, then settled down and became immersed in his book.<br/>