Lianne's Story: The A-Z of Trophy Wives, #12

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.

 

Lianne loves to play the hostess with the mostest at the cocktail parties she hosts for her successful stockbroker husband. Sometimes though, especially after a more stressful week than usual, she finds he will drink himself into oblivion, ignoring everything around him.

One particular night her husband is comatose on the couch in the other room, and someone suggests a game of blind man's bluff. She thinks it's silly and childish, but everyone else seems keen, so she gives in and fetches a sleep mask.

When she returns to the room, she finds they've all voted for her to be the first one blindfolded, and she has to guess the kisser correctly before the blindfold comes off. The first few kisses are chaste and fleeting, but she can't guess—she hasn't ever kissed any of these people before.

The kisses, though, grow more intense ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.D. Grey
• Release date: Sep 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223828808

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Chapter 1

As Lianne surveyed the table she smiled, it looked pretty damned impressive for the party later. The plates and platters of canapes, entrees and sweat treats covered every inch of the small kitchen table. The display was even quite artistic, which made her smile widen even more. Glancing around the kitchen, she saw every counter surface covered with bottles of booze, and shining glassware. Without looking she knew the refrigerator was stuffed with the beer than needed chilling as well as a few bottles of sparkling wine. Everything was ready, and she could relax.

Glancing up at the clock her smile faded. Yes, everything was ready, but not everybody. One thing, or rather one person was missing. Mike was not yet home from work, and if anyone arrived on time he had less than thirty minutes to get home, get changed and clear the bedroom. She intended to use their bed for the pile of coats. Their apartment wasn’t big, but the high ceilings and generously sized family room and den made holding parties in it a breeze. The only problem was a perennial one. In the depth of winter, where to put the coats.

She turned again, pulling her robe tightly around herself, the mere thought of the winter weather outside had made her shiver. It was almost time for her to get ready, but she knew what would happen if Mike came home and found her in her underwear sitting touching up her makeup before pulling her dress on. Usually the idea of having such an attentive husband would be fine, but they didn’t have time tonight. On top of that, his hands would be cold. She blushed a little at the thought of what they might be doing when the first guests arrived. One thing was sure, if she let that happen she wouldn’t look anything like the immaculate hostess she wanted to be.

What are you wearing under that robe?

She shrieked and spun around, glaring into her husband’s grinning face.

I didn’t hear you come in, don’t sneak up on me like that.

And hello to you too, sweetheart. You didn’t answer the question.

She shook her head, feeling a slight thrill run through her at the thought. For a moment, but only a moment, she thought about undoing the robe and holding it open, so he could get a look at the new lingerie she’d bought to go under the, also, new little black dress. Then she put that thought aside, remembering his hands would be icy cold, just from the walk from the car to the apartment block.

You can find out later, but for now... She glanced pointedly at the clock ... you need to get showered and changed. You’ve got maybe twenty minutes before anyone arrives.

Okay, okay, I get it. His voice flashed in annoyance, so she decided to give him one chance to explain his lateness.

Why are you late? If it was down to a traffic accident blocking the route, then it wasn’t his fault.

He sighed. The conference call to the London office, that I got landed with when Stuart called in sick.

She nodded, he’d texted her about that earlier in the day. You said it would last no more than an hour and be done by six, so you’d be home by seven. It’s nearly eight.

Damn thing didn’t start ‘til nearly six. Technical glitch on the system, our end as well, which was embarrassing. They tested the damned equipment out ten minutes before the meeting and it frazzled itself in between. Meant we had to sit around twiddling our thumbs while three techs dashed around sorting it. He shook his head. Nothing I could do, sorry.

She sniffed and turned away.

The food looks fabulous, sweetheart.

She knew he was trying to change the subject and she felt him come up close behind her. Heat sparked inside her at his closeness, after all the only thing she was wearing other than her lace underwear was the thin silk robe. All he had to do was put his hands on her waist and she knew she’d melt back into his arms...

Lianne shrieked. Cold! Cold!

Sorry. Forgot.

She spun around as she took two steps away from him and wagged a warning finger in his direction. I was all set to forgive you, you bastard, and you pull a stunt like that. Your hands are like blocks of ice. Why won’t you be sensible and wear gloves.

He rolled his eyes, it was a common theme of their winter evenings. His hands got icy cold at even the tiniest exposure to the frigid air and took ages to warm up. She wanted him to wear gloves, so she could bear his touch, but he hated gloves because they made his palms sweaty.

The mood broken, she gestured toward the hallway and he turned on his heel and headed for the bedroom and then the bathroom. Okay, I’m gone.

She waited until she heard the shower start she headed for the, now free, bedroom, to put her dress on in peace. Without him sneaking up and putting his cold hands on her virtually naked body. She sighed, his excuse for being late was a reasonable one, and he had no reason to lie about it. Above all she couldn’t smell alcohol on his breath, so he hadn’t stopped for one on the way home. Given the high-pressure environment he worked in, after hours drinking was seen as a must. He didn’t always go along, but sometimes.

She sighed again, sometimes he came home pickled. At least, though, on those nights he left the car somewhere, rather than drove home in that state. A DUI was the last thing he needed. At least he’d seemed appreciative of the effort she’d put in for the evening.

Sitting at the dressing table she concentrated on putting the finishing touches to her makeup, and touching up her lippy. She’d discarded the robe, feeling safe from his wandering hands while the shower was running. Not that she objected to him using his hands, not really, he was good, really good but they didn’t have time.

A soft whistle echoed around the room as for the second time that night he surprised her.

You look fucking gorgeous. Cancel the party, we’ll have a party for the two of us, right here. His voice dropped an octave. Right now.

She shivered at the way he freighted his words with the promise of what would come. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, rather than the sliver of view she caught in her mirror. We don’t have time.

He’d paused in the doorway to the bathroom, and behind him she could hear the shower still running. That’s how he’d sneaked up on her, she’d assumed she was safe while it ran. Instead he’d taken a quick shower, toweled off and wrapped a small towel around his waist as he quietly opened the door. Her mouth felt dry as she took in the sight of him standing there. The towel covered him, but only from the waist down to just above his knees. It really was too small, and as a result too tight for the job he wanted it to do. No, needed it to do, as she saw the bulge forming as his rising cock started to tent out the front of the towel. His cock reacting to her sitting there in her black lace underwear, in the same way her nipples were reacting to him standing there, virtually naked.

Mike...

What, sweetheart. He kept his distance, but she knew, one word from her, one obvious action of submission and he’d be across the room in a flash, towel discarded, as he carried her to the bed.

We don’t have time... So, please put that weapon away and get some clothes on.

What weapon? He grinned then looked down, and with a flourish, whipped the towel away. Did you mean this?  His half-hard cock bounced in front of his body and she shuddered. Her mouth was dry again, her nipples tight, and her pussy starting to flood with moisture at the sight of him, and what she knew he could do with it.

Please, Mike, put it away, I need to finish getting ready.

He smiled softly and moved to the end of the bed, so he could see her in profile. Up to that point all he’d had was a view of her back, and a bit of reflection of the front via the mirror. Showing he wasn’t making a move, he sat down on the end of the bed. He might not have been making a move, but he sat, partially turned to her, and kept his legs open. She could see his cock bobbing just above the horizontal, not lying on the bedding, while his heavy balls hung down behind it. Despite herself she licked her lips, remembering the sheer pleasure she’d given herself as she sucked him off countless times over the three