by Colette Fry
The Enchanted Honeymoon Suite
A Magical Painting Gives a Young Couple Lustful New Lovers
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Colette Fry
CONTENTS
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
PREFACE
CHAPTER 1. The Enchanted Honeymoon Suite
CHAPTER 2. They Enter Magic Painting
CHAPTER 3. Wendy Becomes the Spaniard's Bride
CHAPTER 4. Julian Sleeps with Olivia
CHAPTER 5. An Old Man Ravishes Wendy
CHAPTER 6. Julian Loves the Old Woman
CHAPTER 7. Julian Pines for His Wife
CHAPTER 8. Their Sensual New Neighbours
NEW TITLES
COPYRIGHT
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DEDICATION
I dedicate this book to Yvette Grady
and all my fans and readers who enjoy
my Magic & Fantasy series.
PREFACE
SUMMARY
Julian and Wendy check in to the Honeymoon Suite of an old boutique hotel in Barcelona and they chuckle with delight when the bellhop tells them the room is enchanted, thinking he's after a big tip. However, when the young couple return to the suite after dinner with sensual plans to consummate their wedding, their eyes are drawn to the massive oil painting on the wall. Like magic, it appears to come to life, just as the bellhop described, and an attractive couple in olden Spanish costume invites them for a dance.
The young couple think it exciting to climb into the painting but discover their honeymoon swiftly crumbles through a series of erotic affairs provided by the painting. The Spaniard lures Wendy away from her husband to dance, and Julian is left holding the Bride. Julian and Wendy go willingly into the amorous embrace of seductive lovers while the magical painting arouses powerful emotions of lust and desire in their bodies that they are unable to resist. Julian refuses to relax until he finds a way to rescue his gorgeous wife from the painting.
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MAGIC & FANTASY (Series) — Book 14
"The Enchanted Honeymoon Suite: A Magical Painting Gives a Young Couple Lustful New Lovers" is the Fourteenth book in the Magic & Fantasy series where men and women of all ages discover that the use of magic to win the love of a person they desire or to attain sexual fulfilment can lead to complications. The series includes many kinds of sexual conquest obtained by magic and includes scenes of fantasy and erotica, and sometimes with spirits, mediums and ghosts.
CHAPTER 1. The Enchanted Honeymoon Suite
Julian gave his young bride a wide smile as they checked in to the Hotel Gran Bruc de Garcia, situated in the winding streets of the famous Gothic Quarter of Barcelona. The spacious reception area had panelled walls with many old oil paintings featuring Grand Dukes and old Spanish Royalty. He noticed the tall ceilings hung with crystal chandeliers, giving the area a regal atmosphere and thought it was the perfect location for the first night of their honeymoon.
He slipped an arm around Wendy's slim waist and she snuggled up to him, gave him a warm smile and a soft kiss on the mouth. She was a 19-year-old blonde with thick wavy hair over her shoulders, a smooth oval face with pale blue eyes and a bow-shaped mouth he considered just made for kissing.
"Thank you darling, this is going to be the perfect honeymoon," she said softly, as a uniformed Guest Services Assistant took their room keys and led the way towards the lifts. They walked past a wide marble staircase with a golden sign indicating the Royal Ballroom up on the next floor and he wondered if they still had ballroom dancing in there. Wendy was an excellent dancer, which is how they first met at a disco in London.
He nodded towards the stairs and said, "You may need a ball gown to dance up there." He was an athletic man of average height, very good looking with dark hair and sharp brown eyes. He wore slacks, jacket and open necked shirt for their flight from London, while Wendy wore a pleated skirt, cream blouse and a short navy-blue coat.
She giggled and clutched his arm as they entered the lift, followed by the bellhop.
"My name is Fabio and I am happy to be of service to you on your honeymoon," said the young man, giving him a brief smile and then a wider smile to Wendy, as he led the way along the wide, carpeted corridor. "This is the Honeymoon Suite and it is one of the best rooms in the hotel."
"It looks magnificent," he said, looking around at the sitting room with its panelled walls, ancient paintings, and luxurious furniture and fittings.
"There is a large bedroom and private bathroom, while there is a guest bathroom off the sitting room," said Fabio, throwing open the double doors to the bedroom with the four-poster bed draped in soft white lace.
Julian stared at a large oil painting over the fireplace. It was of a good looking, middle-aged man with a bushy moustache dressed in old-fashioned Spanish clothing holding his arm around the slim waist of a beautiful Spanish woman with thick black hair who was dressed in a gorgeous white wedding gown.
Fabio noticed him looking at it and came over to his side.
"That is Señor Rafael Cardona with his bride. It is a very sad story, señor."
"Oh, you must tell us all about it," said Wendy, putting her arm through Julian's arm as they waited for Fabio.
"Well, the young woman he was supposed to marry eloped with the old Duke on the morning of the wedding, and she made her widowed mother take her place at the altar. Rafael knew nothing of this until after the marriage ceremony when he lifted the bride's veil to give her a kiss and found his fiancée's 45-year old mother grinning at him."
"How terrible, I'm glad nothing like that happened at our wedding," he said, giving Wendy a kiss, as he thought about her sour-faced mother who did not have a kind word to say about him.
Wendy looked at Fabio and said, "So what happened then?"
"Well, he was legally married in a church on the old Duke's estate with the family looking on, so he had to live with his new wife—the mother of his intended bride. However, he never gave up searching for her, and that is why…" his voice faded away and his face went white.
"Yes, don't stop now, tell us everything," demanded Wendy, staring at the poor man, who seemed embarrassed about something.
"It is just that there are stories about this Honeymoon Suite being enchanted, because some days you may notice the picture changes and Rafael has a different bride on his arms."
Wendy laughed and clapped her hands with joy.
"How wonderful to spend a night in a haunted room. I shall run to the painting every time I come into the room, to see if it has changed."
Fabio gave her a strange look and quickly left the room.
"Huh, what was his hurry? He even forgot his tip," he said, as he scooped up Wendy in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
She felt so good and he kissed her mouth a dozen times, thinking how wonderful it was to be alone with her at last with no possible interruptions as they conclu
de the wedding nuptials in that four-poster bed.
"I want to undress my beautiful bride and make love to her," he said, reaching for the clasp on the back of her dress.
She shook her head and said, "Uh-uh, first I want to unpack, then have a shower and then dress for dinner. You can help, because you are putting on your dinner jacket and taking me down to the fabulous restaurant."
He expected her to say something like that, and he was fully prepared to wait a little longer. They met six months ago and during their whirlwind romance, they only managed to make love two or three times and in difficult circumstances, thanks to the lack of cooperation from both sets of parents.
He relaxed, knowing that later that evening, for the first time in their relationship, he was finally going to be able to undress his bride, kiss her willowy naked body from head to toe, and then make love to her for the rest of the night.
CHAPTER 2. They Enter Magic Painting
Julian stood slightly behind Wendy, as they returned to their suite in the lift after dinner and he admired her creamy shoulders in the short, off-shoulder, dark-blue evening dress with white silk stockings and three-inch blue shoes. She looked stunning with her wavy blonde hair around her shoulders and drew many admiring glances from other diners.
He wore his dinner jacket with black tie and noticed that almost every male in the restaurant dressed similarly. She turned to wait for him to open the door, when they arrived at their suite and then she gasped with delight as she went into the sitting room.
The dark room had two lighted candles in silver holders on the marble fireplace and another two on the coffee table that was set before two burgundy velvet armchairs. Also on the coffee table, were two very old dark red crystal goblets with silver filigree and a large bottle of Port wine.
"How wonderful, let's sit down and have a nightcap," he said, pouring out two generous glasses full or the rich looking wine.
"Mm that tastes so good," she said, talking two or three large sips.
"You're right, it is good." He could feel the strong alcohol burning through his body and he smiled at her, thinking how this would relax her for their lovemaking.
They sat staring up at the painting as they drank the wine. He glanced through the open doors to the bedroom of their suite, where the four-poster bed stood waiting for the honeymoon nuptials. His cock hardened at the thought of taking Wendy in that bed very soon and he turned to give her a smile, but she was staring up at the oil painting above the fireplace.
"Oh Julian, look the painting has changed and the bride now has the wedding veil over her face. You can just make out her bright eyes and dark hair."
"Yes, and the doors behind them are open and I can see couples in olden clothes dancing."
"Isn't it exciting," said Wendy, clapping her hands, "I would love to be up there dancing with them."
"Then step up on the coffee table and join us, Señora," said the moustachioed man in the painting, holding out a hand towards her. "Please help your bride, Señor, and finish the evening with a flourish."
"Oh my God the bell-hop was right, the Honeymoon Suite is enchanted," he gasped as he stared up at the couple moving about within the painting.
"Come on Julian, let's go for a dance," said Wendy, nimbly climbing up onto the low table.
"Wait Wendy, maybe this is not such a good idea," he said, but she was already putting a foot on the wide marble mantle and climbing into the painting, so he quickly followed her without another thought.
"Please join us for a drink," said the man, pointing to a low table with four chairs. On the table were four red goblets just like the ones in their suite, with a similar bottle of Port wine. "My name is Señor Rafael Cardona and this is my bride, Olivia, who prefers to wear her veil until after the wedding dance."
"Oh, so you married today, just like me and Julian," said Wendy, smiling at the handsome Spanish man, who appeared to be in his forties.
"My bride's name is Wendy, and I am Julian Massey. Thank you for the offer of wine, but we already drank some in our suite and I think we should return now," he said, giving Wendy a pointed look and a nod back towards their room.
"Oh sir, surely you will not deny me one dance with your beautiful bride," said Rafael, "Listen, it is a waltz by the Austrian, Wolfgang Mozart." He stood up and proffered his arm towards Wendy.
"Thank you kind sir, I do love a waltz," she said, taking the older man's arm without glancing towards him. As she did so, he noticed her dress change style from a short dress, to a long ball gown that reached down to her ankles, and she now wore white lace gloves on her hands and up past her elbows.
She looked wonderful and as Rafael put his arm around her waist, they waltzed through the wide doors and into the throng of dancers that circled around the large ballroom.
He sighed and turned towards the bride, guessing he was stuck with her, and he offered her his arm.
"Señora Olivia, may I have the pleasure of this dance, please?"
She nodded, took his arm and they walked towards the doors, but she suddenly stopped.
"Look, here come the Duke's soldiers. Quickly, we must hide or they will lock you in the dungeons until the day you die."
He saw four large men in uniform with iron helmets and breastplates, running towards the doors. He quickly closed the two heavy wooden doors to the room and turned the key in the lock. He turned towards Olivia as the soldiers banged on the door.
"Open the doors infidel, by order of the Duke," cried one soldier.
"We must leave here right away, before they break into the room," he said.
She shook her head and said, "There is nowhere to go."
"Come with me down to our room, and you can return later, when they have gone."
"I'm afraid I may fall," she said, as the doors began to give way from the heavy banging.
He put one arm around her shoulders, another beneath her knees and quickly carried her towards the marble mantelpiece. He jumped onto the coffee table and down onto the floor of his sitting room, and went to turn around to look at the painting.
She put a hand over his eyes and said, "Do not look up at the painting sir, or they may follow us down here. Leave this room and do not turn back."
He carried her through the double doors to the bedroom, set her on her feet and then closed the two doors, turning the key and locking themselves in the room.
"We should be safe here," he said, turning towards the Spanish bride, who still wore her veil. He reached up with his hands to remove the veil, but she clasped his hands with her own. They felt cool and soft to the touch and he wondered why she stopped him.
"Are you sure you wish to remove my bridal veil?"
"Yes, of course, I want to see your face," he said, glancing over her shoulder at the wide bed, looking so inviting with the covers turned back ready for him and Wendy. He turned back to Olivia and gently removed her veil to see her dark eyes give him a long, seductive glance. She had an oval face with a long, aristocratic nose and wide red lips.
Her arms went around his neck, her soft lips pressed onto his mouth, and her body pressed against him.
The moment their lips met, he felt an erotic jolt like electricity burn through him. He realised that he loved and desired Olivia with all his heart, and he willingly returned her kisses with great passion. His arms wrapped around her curvaceous figure and he pulled her into a tight embrace. This was their honeymoon, she was his bride and the woman he loved, and their bed was ready and waiting for them to conclude the wedding nuptials.
CHAPTER 3. Wendy Becomes the Spaniard's Bride
Wendy was thrilled to be dancing beneath glittering chandeliers with the handsome Spaniard in the great ballroom decorated with flowers and bunting, and filled with so many wealthy-looking couples. Between dances, a number of important looking men with beautiful wives in gorgeous gowns come across to congratulate Rafael and give her a warm smile. She noticed her dress had changed into an amazing ball-gown and as they danced past a tall m
irror, she saw a diamond tiara in her hair and a gold and diamond pendant around her neck.
This truly was a magical place and she was dancing with the most handsome man and best dancing partner in the room. She had never felt so happy and smiled so much that by the time the dancing concluded, her facial muscles began to ache.
"Thank you Rafael, I have never enjoyed an evening as much as tonight." She took his arm as they left the ballroom with the crowd clapping, nodding and waving to them.
He pushed open the doors that led her into his private chambers. She looked around for Julian, but could not see him at all and she rushed over to the doors in the opposite wall, pushing them wide open. It was a beautifully decorated bedroom with a large bed in burgundy and gold, but no sign of her husband.
"What is the matter darling," said Rafael, slipping out of his coat and putting his arms around her shoulders. "You appear distraught about something and this upsets me, on our wedding night."
"I cannot find my husband," she said, staring up at his smooth features and deep-set brown eyes on his square face.
He laughed and said, "But I am right beside you, holding you in my arms."
"Not you Rafael, but Julian, the young man who came with me to your rooms."
"Ah yes, he took his beautiful bride in his arms and returned to their wedding suite below," he said, nodding towards the large oil painting on the wall.
This painting was the opposite of the one she climbed into and it illustrated the sitting room of the hotel. She could see Julian's back as he stood before the open double doors leading into the brightly lighted bedroom with the four-poster bed beyond. In his arms, he held the dark haired woman in a wedding dress with the veil still over her face.