Gracie's Story: The A-Z of Trophy Wives, #7

By D.D. Grey

They're young, beautiful, with fast cars and luxury homes—with absentee, older husbands. Bored and lonely, each of our trophy wives has her own solution.

 

The tall redhead has it all—at least as far as her friends are concerned. Huge house, an unlimited shopping budget, a fabulous Beemer, and a handsome husband. He, though, is focused on one thing – and it's not Gracie. Bob makes money trading online—and he doesn't stop—ever.

The last straw for Gracie was when he took her out for a birthday meal and spent most of the time tracking stock prices on his mobile, not paying her any attention.

They went to a club after the meal because she liked to dance, but Bob didn't dance—he was too busy sitting at their table playing the markets on his phone. When a stranger asks her for a dance, her husband waves her off, and Gracie embarks on the dance of her life.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.D. Grey
• Release date: Aug 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223983538

Book preview

Chapter 1

She pulled the thin silk robe tighter around her body and sighed before leaning against the doorframe of the study. Do you know what time it is, John?

In front of her, her husband of four years jumped and turned his head to look back at her. Guilt filled his face, as well as chagrin at getting caught. In front of him, the three twenty-eight inch screens were filled with tables of numbers and graphs. Every couple of seconds the numbers, or the graphs, or both, flickered as they changed.

He checked his watch and winced. Sorry.

Third night this week, honey. Don’t you think it’s a bit much?

Straight after dinner, without even helping clear the table, John had dived into his study. That had been around eight. She’d called out goodnight as she headed to bed around eleven, expecting him to come up in half-an-hour or so. Instead, here it was two-thirty in the morning, and she’d woken to find his side of the bed unslept in.

I got caught up in it. Give me five minutes to cash out a couple of positions.

She sighed again, but John grinned. I’m three and a half up tonight. I guess the excitement carried me away.

Come on, bed. You’ve got that breakfast meeting with Chambers at eight.

I haven’t forgotten.

Leaving him to it, Gracie turned away from the study and headed back upstairs. Not content with making millions for his clients during the day, her husband still played the markets for himself, relentlessly, as if addicted. Every evening during the week he was on the computer for at least a couple of hours. She tried to draw the line at weekends, but it didn’t help—his phone had enough trading apps on it to keep him occupied.

Sometimes the only time she had with him, without his phone in his hand was when the damn thing was on charge.

She dropped the robe onto the bedside chair her side of the bed and looked down at her oversized tee shirt. Not the sexiest thing to wear to bed, but it was comfortable. Sleep was long-gone, and she smiled to herself—time to make the most of it. After all, today, seeing as it was now early morning, was their wedding anniversary, maybe she could entice him. Decision made, the tee shirt joined the robe on the chair, and she fished in her dresser for one of her baby doll nighties. A minute later she had the frilly, barely there, red lace covering the top half of her body, the string that tied the two halves together hanging seductively between her breasts. She plumped her hair and then wiggled to make sure the lace creation sat right. It didn’t really cover her hips, let alone anything lower than that, and in theory, should be worn with the matching panties.

The panties though would be an encumbrance tonight if she got her way. She heard John on the stairs so quickly sprawled on the bed, lying on her side facing the door, her back twisted, so her breasts were pointing toward the doorway. Her right leg came over, bent at the knee to shield her mound from his eyes, which only exposed the curve of her thigh and butt to his gaze. She turned on her most seductive smile and licked her lips, silently cursing the face she hadn’t turned the light on brighter than the muted background glow – she wanted him to see her, not have to guess.

John arrived in the doorway and stopped on the spot. She watched as his eyes roved up and down the curvy shape of her pose on the bed.

Fuck me! Isn’t it a bit late for that getup?

She pouted. It wouldn’t have been if you’d come upstairs on time. Already she could feel the mood she’d quickly built in the room starting to fade. His reaction, not the one she’d wanted.

I know we agreed not to celebrate ‘til tonight, but as it’s today and we’re both up... She stretched out her hand toward him as he stepped into the room. ... Happy anniversary, darling. I thought you might like to unwrap one of your presents right now. Or even watch me unwrap myself.

Her voice had sunk to an earthy tone, and she could see, even in the dim light, it was having an effect on him. The front of his pants was growing an impressive bulge. She grinned, watching as his hands went to the button band of his work shirt, working their way down as he unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands rose to the bow between her breasts and pulled on the loose ends—timing it so that the bow unraveled just as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. As he pulled his shirt off, she slowly peeled back the lace covering, but not concealing, her right breast, letting the full heavy orb swing bare and free. The nipple already hardening with desire in the cool air of the air-conditioned room. She shivered as his hands dropped to his waist and started working on the button fly. She rolled over onto her back, exposing her mound. Her left knee rose into the air and swung languidly out, exposing her slit to his sight as his pants and shorts were skimmed down his legs. She could see the way his eyes were fastened on her exposed flesh, just as hers were fixed on the erection sticking out in front of his stomach.

She dropped one hand to her exposed left breast, found and pinched the nipple, letting loose a low moan. Her other hand dipped between her legs, finding the shaven lips of her pussy and pressing against the rapidly moistening slit, She tossed her head back, making her long blonde hair fly out to frame her face, and arched her back in insistent invitation.

John didn’t speak to her, he just strode the half dozen paces separating them, and almost fell on top of her, his hands taking the strain either side of her waist before hand-walking up the bed. She felt his cock press against the inside of her thigh and used her fingers to guide the hot prick between her outer lips. Her legs rose to circle him, even as his mouth captured hers and he pressed forward. She’d have preferred more touching, more foreplay, but hot and urgent was what she was getting, and hot and urgent suited her almost as much. His cock slid into her, and he kept going, not giving her channel any time to adjust. She shuddered as feelings of both pain and pleasure slithered along her nerves, but she groaned as his balls slapped against her ass. He filled her, and she wrapped her arms around his back, holding him to her as he started to fuck in and out. His tongue pressing into her mouth, keeping the same rhythm as he thrust forward and back within the slick confines of her pussy walls. She could feel the way her outer lips clamped around him, being dragged in and out too as he fucked her.

He broke the kiss, dropping his head to her neck, nuzzling at the soft skin he found there, arousing yet more sensations, yet more passion deep inside her. She pumped her hips up to meet him, drawing him in as deep as she could, moaning into his ear as he rained tiny kisses all over the side of her face and neck, before slowly moving his head down toward her breasts. She raised her arms above her head, arching her back to present the red tipped mounds to his mouth and cried out as his teeth clamped down on her left nipple, distending it even further.

She could feel the pressure building inside herself, moving toward an orgasm and she tried hard to keep things moving along. Alas, it wasn’t to be, John, feeling her responding more and more couldn’t seem to help his own reactions. She groaned as she realized he was going to get there first, and a moment later froze as he thrust even deeper and then fired deep into her depths. He lay still, on top of her, panting heavily as his climax faded, her own heat dissipating in the damaging stillness that followed.

Sorry, I couldn’t hold...

She put her finger to his lips to silence him. It was good, don’t worry. She chuckled. I’ll get you tonight, okay?

Tonight? He seemed puzzled for a moment, then realizing it was the early hours. Oh, right.

Come on, tiger. She smiled. Time for sleep—you’ve got a breakfast meeting, remember.

Shower?

No, in the morning. If you’re up early enough, we can shower together.

They slid under the covers, and he held her for a minute, but she could already tell he was falling asleep.

* * * *

Gracie checked her outfit one more time as she laid it out on the bed. She’d bought the dress, especially for the occasion. Even her underwear, stockings, and shoes were new, although she’d been wearing the shoes around the house to break them in. She didn’t usually wear four-inch heels, and on the one occasion, John had noticed he’d raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She knew he liked her in heels, as long as he dragged himself away from his computer or his stock market apps.

She’d been disappointed this morning when he’d not waited for her to shower with him. That disappointment had been replaced fifteen minutes later when he appeared in the bedroom doorway with a tray containing toast, orange juice, and coffee.