Tiffany's Story: The A-Z of Trophy Wives, #20

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.

 

After six years of marriage to her workaholic husband, Tiffany is bored. It takes her months, but finally, she persuades him to let her use her business degree and get a job, even if it's only part-time.

After two months of an endless series of rejections, she realized he'd known the state of the economy and the job market better than she did, and he'd been banking on her failing to find anything.

Out of the blue, she gets two interviews on the same day and buys a new black skirt suit for the purpose. The hemline is almost scandalously short and teamed with a merry widow and stockings, she boosts her confidence almost too far for just a job interview.

The first interview is incredible, and with the door locked, she does what it takes to get the job offer. The second interview, she realizes she may have miscalculated—it's a panel interview.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.D. Grey
• Release date: Oct 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223326366

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Chapter 1

Katie shook her head and smiled at her via the mirror she’d been using to put the finishing touches to her makeup. Don’t you think that underwear is a bit... well, vampish for an interview?

Tiffany rolled her eyes and shook her head. I need to use every advantage if I’m going to get this job.

Really?

She stood up and checked her reflection in the mirror. The black merry widow did wonderful things to her cleavage. It lifted her breasts and pushed them up and out. She knew, bending over would produce a devastating valley between them. Below that, the matching silk panties hugged every contour, while the multi-strap garters kept the stockings attached without a sign of a sag. Tiffany turned around to check the back view. If anything, her butt looked even better. There was a hint of a control panel at the sides of the underwear, and that helped define and pull in and plump up everything.

She knew she looked good without the enhancements, and at twenty-eight, she was still in her prime. Nevertheless, having been out of the job market for nigh on seven years, she needed every boost I could get.

There’s only one person, besides you, who’s going to see this outfit, and it’s not either of the guys interviewing me today. This is all about confidence.

Oh, who’s that? Katie had the look of innocence on her face, but she already knew the answer.

You don’t think Rob hasn’t insisted on his pound of flesh for letting me do this, do you?

Ah, so you’re not wearing it for the interview. You’re wearing it for hubby when he comes home from work. What’s he expecting you to do? Kneel on the floor just inside the door, only wearing the underwear so you can blow him when he comes home from work?

Tiffany shrugged. Pretty much.

Katie gasped, she’d been joking. She could tell from Tiffany’s face, she wasn’t. You’re kidding, right?

Well, the bit about kneeling on the floor, yes. Rob’s not like that, not really. The bit about only wearing the underwear and the blow job, that’s true enough. In fact, if I get the job, he expects a blow... Tiffany mimed the action with a quick obscene gesture ... every day for a month.

Pig.

He’s not, not at all. Tiffany smiled as she remembered the conversation with her husband. I think it was more a way to ensure I meant what I said. He set a price that would deter me if it wasn’t something I really wanted. When I said yes, he was more surprised than anything else.

I still think that’s so wrong.

Why? I agreed to it, and I’ll deliver on it. It’s not like it’s something I hate doing. Actually, I enjoy the sensation of power I get from controlling him that way.

Way too much information, girlfriend.

Don’t you blow Don?

Katie actually blushed, and Tiffany couldn’t help the giggle. Katie shot her a nasty glare but eventually answered. I do, but only on special occasions.

You mean birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, Easter, that sort of thing?

A bit more than that, to be honest, I guess you enjoy it more than I do.

I guess I must. For Rob, a special occasion would have to be defined as being a d in the day.

D in the day? her brow furrowed as she worked out the answer. Oh, I get it.

Well, starting today, Rob is. She giggled.

Katie just shook her head. Way more information, again.

Prude.

Slut.

The two women grinned at each other. Both knew the insults weren’t meant. They’d been friends for years, ever since Tiffany and Rob had moved in next door to Katie and Don. There wasn’t much difference in age between the two women, but Rob was a few years older than Don. As a result, the women got along really well, the guys, not so much. They didn’t tend to do many things as a foursome, but the two of them were more or less inseparable during the day.

Well, if you get a job, I guess I’ll have to go to work on my husband and get him to let me put myself out there.

Tiffany giggled.

What?

That didn’t sound like you were interested in finding a job.

Oh, what did it sound like, then?

More like you were going to go hang out on the corner of fifth and main.

I am not. That’s a disgusting thing to say! I’m not going hooking.

Tiffany knew her joke had scored on her friend. She also knew Katie wasn’t that affronted. She was simply responding.

So, you know what you need to do to get Don to agree.

Again, what?

Doh! Offer to blow him every day for a month.

I don’t think so.

Katie made a performance of checking her watch and rose from where she’d been sitting on the edge of the bed.

You need to finish getting ready, so I’ll get out of your hair. Let you get ready in peace. I’ll not break the hoodoo by wishing you good look, but go knock ‘em dead. She deliberately glanced down at Tiffany’s cleavage. Or poke their eyes out, one or the other.

I meant it, you know. Offer to blow him like that, and he’ll be putty in your hands. If I get either of these jobs, it might get a bit lonely around here.

Katie shrugged. If I said I’d think about it, you’ll be pushing me to find out all the kinky, yucky detail of how I’m getting on.

Tiffany allowed her laughter to bubble out. Swap. I’ll tell you all about how I’m going to slip my robe off, and kneel just inside the door wearing this ensemble, to greet Rob when he gets home. I guarantee I’ll have his hard cock inside my mouth in less than sixty seconds.

Yuk!

Katie disappeared out of the bedroom door with a wave. A few moments later, Tiffany heard the front door close behind her friend and neighbor. She sighed. They were good friends, with similar lifestyles, but at the same time, they were very different.

Don was, according to Katie, an excellent lover, but their tastes tended toward the vanilla. At least Katie’s did, and Don went along with what the wife he doted on, wanted. Apparently, he could go on for hours and rarely failed to make Katie cum. However, it was restricted to the bedroom, most often with the lights out, and she doubted that Katie ever blew him, even on his birthday.

Her own sex life was very different. When Rob was at home, which wasn’t often enough, they would do it anywhere in the house, in any position. The idea of her kneeling just inside the door and blowing him as he came home from work wasn’t a strange one to her. She’d done it from time to time. Just as often, he’d walked in from work, pulled her into a hug, bent her over the arm of the couch, and fucked her. They did it in the bedroom, the family room, the den, the kitchen, and the bathroom. She shuddered at the thought. Rob loved shower sex. They’d even done it in the garden, but since it was quite open, that had been in the early hours when there’d been no lights on anywhere around. That wasn’t something she felt she could confess to her friend. Rob was good with his hands and tongue too, and the two of them were well matched. The only real problem was the amount of traveling he did for work. He was away from home several times a month, sometimes for a full week.

It made for a lonely life, hence her boredom, which had led to the negotiations about her returning to work.

She sighed, and pulled on the pink blouse and buttoned it up the front. She paused halfway, counted the remaining buttons, and then undid it again and rebuttoned it correctly. Then it was time for the pin-striped pencil skirt. She had to wiggle to get that into place. From the sides, she could see the bumps made by the garter snaps. She stepped into her heels. Three-inch heels with closed toes. They gave her calves definition as well as gave her the extra height she felt she needed. At five-three in her stocking clad feet,