Chapter Nineteen

Stephen

Today, I took my wife on a tour of Barcelona. It was her first time here, so we soaked up the sights, basked in the sunshine, and savored a delightful lunch.

We were still a bit tired from yesterday, so we decided to head back to the hotel for an afternoon nap before our evening visit to Philippe's house.

Philippe and his wife Marcella lived in Sant Andreu de Llavaneres, a town about thirty kilometers outside of Barcelona.

When I woke up, my wife was still sleeping peacefully in my arms. I checked the time on my phone—it was only three in the afternoon. We didn't need to get ready yet, so I decided to let Trin sleep a bit longer. I wrapped her back up in my arm, and she nestled into the side of my body.

I started scrolling through my phone and sent a quick message to Clint and Mia to check on our kids.

I loved the alone time Trinity and I had, but I couldn't deny that I missed the chaos of our kids. Their laughter, the mess they made, their noise—it was what made our house a home and what made Trinity and I a family.

I was just scrolling through my Facebook feed when I felt Trinity wake up. She stuck her tongue out and licked my chest.

I looked down at her and saw her smirking. I couldn't help but return the cheeky grin. I tossed my phone aside and rolled into her. Nothing was more important than my wife. I wrapped my other arm around her and smacked her ass.

“Thought you got enough of that yesterday, woman?” I teased.

“Oh, I definitely did, baby,” she replied.

I smiled down at her beautiful body, clad in nothing more than her panties and bra, adorned with the earrings and necklace I had given her yesterday.

“I was going to wake you soon anyway, babe,” I told her.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“About 3:30 now. We'll have to get ready soon to head out to Philippe's,” I replied.

“Wanna shower together?” she asked, winking at me as she rubbed up against me.

“Get in that shower now before I do things to you right here and we don't make it,” I warned her.

Being the tease she is, she turned around to get off the bed, giving me an eyeful of her beautiful backside covered in nothing more than a tiny g-string. As I reached out to grab a handful of it, she darted off to the bathroom.

I jumped off the bed and raced after her, throwing her over my shoulder just before she reached the door.

“You'll have to run faster than that to get away from me, gorgeous,” I told her.

“Who said I wanted to get away, daddy?” she replied.

Needless to say, our shower consisted of some very naughty playtime. After washing our sins away, we got ready for the drive out. I had just finished getting ready and walked back out into our room.

I had just finished putting my watch back on when I looked up and saw my wife.

“Doll! Wow! I love this on you. It's gorgeous. Why haven't you worn it before for me?” I asked her.

“Thanks, baby. I kind of forgot I had it until I was going through what to pack,” she replied.

“Well, you look stunning, baby,” I told her.

I walked over and leaned over the top of her, giving her a kiss.

“Ready to go, beautiful?” I asked her.

“Ready when you are,” she replied.

We headed down to the car I had hired and took the short drive out to Philippe and Marcella's estate. They chose here for the same reason I chose mine—adjoining privacy for operations. As we pulled up, I looked over and saw my doll taking it all in.

“Wanna move to Spain?” I asked her, smiling teasingly.

“Yes, like yesterday,” she replied.

We both laughed as I parked the car and made my way around to open the door for my wife. I took her hand and helped her out.

“Thank you, baby,” she said.

“Always for you,” I replied.

I took her hand and we made our way to the front door. As it opened, I saw Marcella.

“There's my boy! It's been too long, sweetheart,” she greeted me.

“Marci! How are you?” I replied, giving her a big hug as she pinched my cheeks like always.

“When did you get so handsome? And who is this beautiful angel?” she asked.

“Marci, I'd like you to meet my wife, Trinity,” I introduced them.

“You have a beautiful home. Thank you for having us,” Trinity said.

“Sweetheart, it's my pleasure. Aren't you just beautiful? How did our boy get so lucky to lock you down?” Marcella asked.

We all laughed.

“I still ask myself that every day,” I admitted.

“It's probably because she didn't meet me first,” Philippe joked.

“Hahaha, Phil, how are you? Been too long, my man!” I greeted him.

“How are you, my boy? You look well. I see married life and family suits you,” Philippe said.

“It really does. I'm very lucky,” I agreed.

“And this stunning young lady must be Trinity. I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to meet you,” Philippe said to Trinity.

“Thank you for having us. It's lovely to meet you both,” Trinity replied.

“Come, come, we have all night to catch up. Let's get those drinks flowing,” Marcella suggested.

“Oh, just a few for us. Trinity is expecting our third child, so I won't overdo it out of respect for her,” I told them.

“Well, at least a glass or two for us all. It never hurt during my pregnancy, and I'm sure your wife will sleep much better for it tonight,” Marcella said.

We all laughed, and I wrapped my arm around Trinity's waist as they escorted us in.

“You both have such a beautiful home. This is 1800 architecture on the architraves, yes?” Trinity asked.

“So not just beautiful but intelligent too? Very impressive, my dear,” Philippe complimented her.

I smiled lovingly at my wife as she blushed.

“My wife is in real estate back home. She was the second top agent in Illinois at the real estate awards last year, but she'll always be number one in my eyes,” I told them.

“Congratulations, sweetheart. And you, boy, have learned way too much from this man here. Very smooth,” Marcella teased.

Trinity and Marcella started laughing, and I gave her a cheeky smirk.

“She's right. I wonder what brownie points you were fishing for then,” Trinity joked.

“Hey, I'll have you know I'm extremely proud of showing you off,” I defended myself.

“Of course, because clearly you are punching above your weight class,” Philippe joked.

“Hahaha, Christ, now you just sound like Benji,” I laughed.

“Oh geez, I haven't heard that boy's name in ages. How is he?” Philippe asked.

“Still Benji,” I replied, laughing.

“That kid always was a smooth criminal, so to speak, even if he is on the straight side of the law,” Philippe said.

“Come on, dinner is ready to be served. Let's all sit,” Marcella invited us.

We all sat and enjoyed a wonderful meal, Marcella and Philippe getting to know more about my wife and our beautiful kids.

Marcella’s voice rings out, “Oh, your children are just divine. What beautiful little cherubs you’ve created. No wonder you wanted more.”

Trinity snorts out a laugh at Marcella’s words. “You sound just like my husband now. I was still reeling from the birth of those two and he was already begging for more.”

Marcella feigns shock, “Stephen Luciano, didn’t I teach you better than that! You should at least wait six months. Let the poor girl forget the trauma and get over the piles first.”

We all burst into laughter, the two women nodding in agreement.

After dinner, Marcella loops her arm through Trinity’s. “I’m going to steal your wife now and give her a tour. Then we’ll be outside on the patio enjoying a drink. Yes, I’ll make a lovely calming tea for her and your baby, while we get to know each other better. You boys go talk business and then meet us out there.”

Stephen responds, “Thanks, Marci.”

I walk over to give my doll a kiss. “I won’t be long, baby, I promise. Let me just get this shit sorted, okay?”

Trinity reassures me, “It’s fine, baby, that’s why we came. Get it sorted so we can move on with our lives.”

I tell her, “You complete me, you know.”

“I know,” she replies, winking at me as she uses my words from yesterday against me. I can’t help but growl as my pants tighten a bit, thinking back to all the naughty things we did yesterday.

Philippe chimes in, “Boy, you did not just growl at your wife, did you?”

He’s shaking his head with an amused look as my doll starts giggling. I lean over and whisper, “We’ll discuss this more later.”

I smack her on the butt as I start to head off with Phil. I hear her say, “Yes, daddy.”

I look back to see her smirking. That little tease.