Helen's Story: The A-Z of Trophy Wives, #8

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.

 

Everyone thought Jim was the catch of the century when Helen married him. He came from old money, oozed class, and swept her off her feet. The prenup was harsh, but as long as she stayed married to him, she had a lavish lifestyle. Jim, though, was useless in bed – and he knew it.

After five years, Helen has developed her own coping mechanism—after all, what the cat doesn't know, the mouse can get away with.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.D. Grey
• Release date: Aug 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223803645

Book preview

Chapter 1

Jim wasn’t looking as she paused in the doorway and struck a deliberate pose. One hand above her head, leaning on the doorframe, the other hand on her hip. Left leg extended forward, right leg bent slightly to create a thigh gap. Her back was arched, pushing her breasts forward. The thin baby-doll covered her but didn’t conceal anything from her husband’s hot eyes. Or wouldn’t, if he was looking. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, brushing the sides of her breasts, almost framing them for his eyes. She’d neglected, accidentally on purpose, to wear the matching panties. The two sides of the baby-doll floated apart, held together only at the bustline by a single loosely knotted ribbon. Her blonde trimmed triangle showed clearly above her naked pussy. Her heels gave her legs more definition and, for once, she’d avoided the temptation to wear stockings. The light from the bathroom behind her would halo her when he looked up.

Jim though was engrossed in the TV program he was watching, some historical documentary from what she could make out from the droning dialogue. The room wasn’t brightly lit when compared to the brighter bathroom behind her. Even so, Jim hadn’t drawn the drapes fully over the floor to ceiling window overlooking the veranda of the timber holiday cottage. She could just make out the moonlight glinting off the dark waters of the lake beyond the lawn that ran down to the water’s edge. Helen knew others might be able to see in rather better than she could see out, but the lake was wide and the lodge secluded.

She cleared her throat, forcing Jim to tear his eyes off the flickering TV. Helen arched her back more, emphasizing the way her breasts stuck out from her chest, heavy, but still pert and with hardly a hint of sag. He started at her for a moment, transfixed, and she watched him through half closed eyes. Glancing down from his face she could see the way his erection suddenly tented his casual jogging pants, and she smiled. The tip of her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and she straightened up. Walking across the room toward where he sat on the end of the bed she watched as his head tilted back to keep his eyes on her face.

Hi, lover-boy.

Jim chuckled, everything about him exuding the confidence of a man about to get his. Helen had no intention of disabusing him of that feeling, either, she wanted this, even more than he did.

Hi, yourself, minx!

Her smile switched to a grin as she stood in front of him then reached down and took the remote control out of his hand, then flicked the TV to standby. The silence filled the room, broken only by the sounds of their combined breathing.

The drapes, honey.

Fuck the drapes, lover-boy, I want you, and I want you, now.

He shuddered as she slowly straddled him. As her arms wrapped around his back, she could feel the way his heart was thumping against her breasts. His cock was rock hard, standing up, trapped between them. She slid her hands up to his neck then leaned back, creating a gap between their upper bodies. Lower down her pelvis was moving in a slow grind, as she trapped his cock between them, writhing against it.

Married for five years, words weren’t needed to encourage him to do what she wanted. He knew the signal, and his hands rose between their bodies to cup and then squeeze her breasts. She gasped as the harsh nylon mesh of the barely there garment was crushed against her erect nipples, but the momentary discomfort only increased her passion.

His hands left her breasts, and she looked down, watching through half-lidded eyes as his fingers caught the two loose ends of the bow and pulled the knot apart. Pushing the two sides of the tiny nightie to the side, he exposed her nipples fully, and then as she arched her back, bit down on the left one, hard. She groaned at the contact, her pelvis rotating forward, pushing her already hot pussy against the front of his joggers. He hissed at the contact, she wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure, but she was lost in the moment as his teeth did wondrous things to the sensitive bud of flesh they’d captured.

She could feel the way his assault on her breast communicated itself down to her already wet pussy. As she writhed on his lap, she gasped as he bit a little harder then released the trapped pebble. It throbbed as he let go, further heightening her arousal. A moment later he captured the right nipple the same way, his teeth nipping at it, driving her into a frenzy. As she pushed down on his shoulders, he let go of the trapped morsel and reached down between their bodies to push his jogging bottoms off his trapped cock. When she sank back down, she could feel the heat of his naked erection pressing against her moist slit. Rubbing herself against it, she shuddered and pulled his face to hers. Her tongue thrust between his lips, finding and imprisoning his tongue in his own mouth. Her slit ground against him, spreading her lubrication all over his stiff cock and he moaned into her mouth.

She pulled her mouth away, gasping for air and lifted up again. Using one hand to brace herself against him, she dropped the other hand down between them. Grasping his cock, she squeezed it until he groaned, then bent it away from his boy enough to position herself above it. This time as she sank down, she felt it slide between her outer lips. She shuddered again, her back arching once more as she pushed against it.

Her inner lips parted, and she felt him start to slide into her channel. She paused as the ridge behind the head pushed against her outer lips, then after a moment, pushed down again, her labia sealing around behind the thickest part of the intruder. She groaned again, then prevented her own mewling with his mouth as she hungrily sucked his tongue into her mouth. Pushing down, she felt her thighs touch his as she encapsulated the whole length of him inside herself. She was panting for breath but kept going, knowing how close she was following her own ministrations in the bathroom before she’d entered the bedroom.

Moving slowly at first, but increasingly quickly, she started to pump up and down on him. Her thigh muscles started to burn under the pressure as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against his torso. Her breasts slid against his tee shirt, her button hard nipples raking against the fabric as she rode up and down on him with ever-increasing speed and passion.

She could feel her heat building, feel the way her body rose closer and closer to that blissful point at the top of the cliff just before the orgasm. It was not to be. Jim groaned and then as she sank back down she felt him release inside her. She echoed his groan, although hers was in frustration as he held her still, his softening cock buried inside her. That blissful feeling faded, and she bit her lip to stop herself saying anything.

Sorry, honey.

She ruffled his hair. It’s okay. The last time she’d actually said something out of pure frustration, he’d sulked for almost a fortnight. It had taken another six weeks before their relationship was back on an even keel—and another month before he’d been interested enough to make love to her again. She guessed it was a confidence thing, and even though she felt unsatisfied, she didn’t want to let their sex life dwindle away to absolutely nothing. Which is what would happen if she nagged him about his performance.

She lifted herself off, then stood up and discarded the now useless baby-doll. She smiled down into her husband’s face then bent down and kissed him again.

I’m sorry, really sorry, but you just turn me on so much...

It’s okay, really, it’s fine.

She smiled again, then turned on her heel and returned to the bathroom. Once she’d shut the door, she leaned back against it, feeling their mingled juices starting to run down her legs. Where once, that would have seemed like a badge of victory, now, unsatisfied, it just felt like another failure. Jim was a good man, kind, generous, and treated her well, but he couldn’t last, and he never had. Sighing, she reached for some toilet tissue to clean up, then pulled a tee shirt over her body and clicked the light off.

As she’d expected the bedroom was in darkness, Jim had closed the drapes before crawling into bed. As she