Not the Trophy Wife You Thought You Were Marrying

You couldn’t resist the blonde hair, the big breasts, and the blowjobs those pillowy lips offered. You couldn’t resist her willingness to please you. You couldn’t resist the allure of having a trophy wife. You’d worked hard. You’d made a lot of money. You’d earned the sort of pleasures that come with being successful.

Of course, you lacked some of the things your new wife wanted. You gave her a good life. You bought her beautiful things. You bought her a luxury car. You bought her a beautiful house. You just couldn’t quite satisfy her in bed.

For a while she was fine with that. It was worth it to have everything she’d ever wanted, materially speaking. Eventually, the appeal of that waned. Eventually she needed to have her sexual needs met.

She wanted to be faithful to you, though, so you started with a cock sleeve. She bought you something that would give you more length and thickness. It seemed like it was going to satisfy her, but there was still something missing. There was still something you couldn’t give her.

She kept telling you she needed to be fucked harder. She told you she needed to feel like she was being dominated in bed. You kept trying, but you couldn’t deliver. You couldn’t give her what she needed.

She might be a trophy wife, but she’s not dumb. She told you she wanted to be with you. She told you she loved you. She also told you she needed to have her needs met or she wouldn’t be able to stay your wife. She told you that you wouldn’t be cut off. She would still see to your needs. She would still make you happy because you work so hard to make her happy. She would also have another man in her life.

“Is there any other way?” you ask as she puts the finishing touches on her makeup.

“I’m sorry, honey, there isn’t. We’ve tried everything. You know we have. It’s either this or a divorce,” she says.

There’s a part of you that appreciates that she’s not content to be taken care financially. She wants more than that out of her life and she deserves that.

“What about a bigger toy?” you say. “Or a strapon. I could wear a strapon.”

She puts her lipstick away, checks her hair and makeup in the mirror, and turns to you.

“I love that you’re so eager to make me happy. I really do,” she says. “But I think we both know that you don’t have what it takes to satisfy me sexually. I know it sounds harsh, but you can’t fuck me like I need to be fucked. I thought you could. I thought you’d get better, that I could teach you to give me what I need. I was wrong, though, and I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry that it’s come to this, but it has.”

Your shoulders slump and you look at the ground. You’re defeated. You can’t stop this. You know you can’t.

Your beautiful wife lifts your chin and smiles as she holds your gaze. “I’m still your wife. I will always be your wife. You’ll always have my heart, and most of the time you’ll get to enjoy the many pleasures of being married to a woman like me. Tonight, though, another man is going to enjoy those pleasures. I’m going to give him my body and he’s going to give me the pleasure I crave. He’s going to give me what I’ve craved since we got married. I need you to accept that. I’m merely fixing the one part of our marriage that isn’t working.”

“By fucking someone else,” you say.

She steps closer and you glance at her spectacular big breasts as the scent of her perfume fills your nose. “That’s right,” she says in a soft, seductive voice. “Someone else’s cock is going to be inside me tonight. In fact, someone else’s cock is going to spend quite a bit of time inside me tonight. I’m going to get fucked like I’ve craved for years and I’m not going to stop until I’m completely satisfied.”

There’s a part of you that wants to run, but you can’t quite bring yourself to turn away from your wife. She unzips your pants and reaches inside. Her fingers find your flaccid cock and she plays with it until you’re hard.

“You can have me after he does, if you want. You can slide into my wet pussy when I get home. You can feel what it’s like to be inside your wife after someone else has had her. Perhaps you’ll enjoy it more than you thought. Perhaps you’ll discover something new about yourself,” she says.

You’re stiff and thoroughly aroused despite the horror of what she’s saying. Why would you want to do that? Why would you want to fuck your wife after she’s effectively cheated on you?

“Would you like that?” she whispers.

You shake your head.

“You seem awfully hard,” she says. “We’ll see how you feel when I get home. Maybe I’ll be able to convince you to slide your stiff cock into my pussy. After all, you’re the only man I’m going to let cum inside me. Maybe you’d like to reclaim me after he’s had me. Maybe you’d like to fill me with your load after I’ve had all the orgasms I can handle with someone else buried deep inside me.”

You open your mouth to say something but your wife rests a finger against your lips.

“Don’t say anything,” she says. “We’ll talk when I get home. Can you do me a favor, though? Can you keep your hands off your cock until I get home? I want to be the one to take care of you, okay?”

You nod. What else are you going to do? It’s clear you have no real control here.

“I’ll see you later tonight,” she says.

She picks up her purse and leaves. She’s going to fuck another man. Your trophy wife is going to give her body, the body you love so much, to someone else. At least she’s willing to let you reclaim it when she’s done.