Trophy Wife

People sneer at the term ‘Trophy Wife”. I don’t pay attention to that kind of condescension. Am I attracted to wealth and power? Sure! Was I more susceptible to the charms of a much older man because of that? Of course. Would I ever have said yes if he couldn’t make me cum like an avalanche? Never in a million years. What that man has learned about satisfying women in his 50 years would fill volumes.

Still, a girl likes to play. And I like to collect trophies, too. Especially ones with innocent faces and nice big cocks. My husband doesn’t mind if I seduce the odd poolboy or intern, as long as I do it somewhere the security cams can pick it up. I think it energizes him, too. Since he discovered long ago he couldn’t have kids. He told me that before we got married, too. He wants a child to pass his fortune onto, one he can call his. 

So, each time I collect one of my own virile trophies, I might also be collecting another. I admit, the thought of it makes me pretty aggressive sometimes. I cum extra hard when I know my husband may be watching the conception of his child.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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