The Good Little Trophy Wife

When we walked in the room I knew the part I was to play and not to be immodest but I play it very well after all of these years. My beautifully manicured nails, the designer evening gown that shows just enough but not too much skin, down to the perfect 4 inch stilettos that show off my legs to perfection. I am his arm candy, his trophy wife. My job is to make everyone envy him as we make our way around the room. I don’t mind, in fact it is one thing we both agree on, I love being looked at and he loves to show me off.

He introduced me to the regional head of his division and I recognized the look in the man’s eye as he took my hand in his and gave it a little extra squeeze. His eyes were those of a predator seeing an innocent gazelle all alone. It wasn’t long before he asked if he could steal me away for a dance. He held me a little too close and complimented me so sweetly, I knew what was coming. Then it happened, the offer to make sure that my husband’s career would continue on its rise if I would find a way to sneak away with him for a little fun in his hotel room upstairs.

I am nothing if not a good trophy wife. I excused myself for some air and met Mr. Jansen in the foyer. If when I returned with our sex juices dampening my panties and my breath scented of his cock, no one seemed to notice. But the next day my husband did hear that he was chosen for one of the more lucrative routes.  I received a lovely little bouquet from his boss saying how much he enjoyed meeting me.  What is it they say behind every successful man…

Sadie

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