Isabella MacIntyre was without a doubt the trophy wife of William MacIntyre, airline mangate.. and millionaire, well closer to billionaire, but she did not fuss over such things. He was in his 50's now.. he had been 42 when they married, she had fallen head over heels in love when she met him. He was small time then, she was applying for a job as an airhostess, he was only a manager of something. He had swept her off her feet, they had dated for some time, a few years, and by the time he proposed he had worked his way up, well and truly up. It was about 3 years into their marriage that he had really taken off with his business. Then it had been a week or so away a month, but he always came home, over the years though.. things had changed. There was not the passionate love that they shared so early in their relationship, he was rarely home, when he was in town he stayed in hotels close to his work. Oh, she had her suspicions at first, felt bad, jealous.. now though.

Even before the passion died he was never willing to try new things, opting for skimpy lingerie over costumes and some roleplay, being on top rather than tying her to the bed. Oh, she loved him, but something had been lacking early on, but she never let on, she played the role of wife well, until his job became his wife.

She had tried buying herself diamonds worth more than most peoples homes, fast cars.. then crashing the cars.. but these things.. lost their thrill soon enough. She yearns to be touched, in every way.. to experiment, to play games, to feel sexy again.

Isabella had been in more than one magazine, and why not, she photographed well. Then with the exquisite high cheekbones, full pouty lips that men imagined wrapping about certain appendages, and eyes that promised everything that you desire.. she was many men's dream. Large DD breasts sat high and proud on her chest, (where they would stay) Slender frame making them look a little too big to be in proportion, but what man would complain.