The A-Z of Trophy Wives Series

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.   Becque had quickly become bored at home after her marriage to Thom. Their fifteen-year age gap made more of a difference than she'd thought it would. There was no doubt he loved her, and she still loved him, but she was bored with a stay-at-home role—bored and frustrated with the lack of attention and affection from him. A magazine feature caught her eye, and she followed up on the competition link at the bottom. Her story, an unusual sexcapade, came third, and she was overjoyed and proud of her achievement, especially when she found out it would be published (under a pseudonym). Thom, though, was less pleased. In fact, he accused her of living out the story for real. The row was ferocious. It had been purely from her imagination, but now, she decided to write a very different story and to do so from real experience. After all, it's about writing what you know, right?

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.   Aimee's husband works away from Monday to Thursday, traveling to his successful dealerships all over the state. Even on Friday, he spends 14 hours in the office and plays golf on Saturdays. When he's home, the thirty-year age gap now means he doesn't have the stamina he used to have. Frustrated, bored, and not allowed a career, Aimee must find some other way to amuse herself. It's a good job, it's a college town…

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.   At 18, the tall curvy blonde with the perfect figure, and devastating blue eyes made a beeline for Yale. Three years later, her honors degree had earned her a steady boyfriend, a doctoral student in anthropology whose family had real money. The day after their graduation he proposed and Davina accepted. A real love match. Three years later, she's a stay at home wife, living a half-a-mile from her father-in-law's, while Greg is spending a six-month sabbatical in the jungle of Papua New Guinea looking for a lost tribe of headhunters who worship the Cargo Cult. If she found a job, her husband would be horrified, and if she tried to develop a social life independent of him, there would be all hell let loose. The only person she can turn to is her recently widowed father-in-law, and he has plans of his own.

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.   Erin's husband is a close friend and political ally of the mayor, who is up for re-election. At the fundraiser at a local art gallery, Erin is stunned when her husband bids a fortune for the artist, who happens to be the mayor's son, to paint her portrait. She knew it was a tax-deductible way to fund the mayor, but the expansive gesture brought a blush to her face. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, for Erin, the artist had seen her blush, and knew that was the color tone he wanted for the portrait. When he wants an off-the-shoulder look so Erin can't wear a bra, she's embarrassed but goes along for the sake of her husband. As the sitting progresses, Scott needs to get Erin to blush more and more. As his outrageous methods become more and more overtly sexual, can Erin see where the line between embarrassment and seduction should sit? Or have they already crossed that line?

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 ...

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.   It had been a cliché romance. Hired as an au pair, the leggy blonde had ended up looking after the two children when the wife left, leaving the husband vulnerable to seduction. A year after the divorce, she married her businessman husband, but it wasn't long before she realized she had little in common with him—except for her two charges, now step-daughters. Now three years later, with them in school and him at work, life started to feel empty for Ilse. A chance conversation got her back interested in continuing her studies. She'd gained her degree in England, but to go for more, she needed to do some remedial classes. Besides, she was six years out of date, and economics had moved on. Roger was supportive, so she enrolled in the courses she needed and started studying again. Life at home seemed to settle down again, and college life was a new challenge. Then she met Susan, also doing the remedial course, and they ended up as study partners. However, with her home life still stagnant, Ilse began to wonder what Susan's real motivation was for the intense friendship the younger woman offered.

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.   Despite being what he called in jest, his trophy wife, John, allowed his younger wife to keep her job. Joanne knew her husband had too low a sperm count to give her children, and neither wanted to adopt. For five years, they focussed on their careers, and although his took off, hers stagnated. That changed when her company was taken over. The two new bosses were aggressive businessmen, and they went after what they wanted. And what they wanted was Joanne.

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.   Felicity had been a dancer when Phil spotted her, and the forty-something CPA had fallen for the lithe redhead writhing on the stage in front of him, wearing only a tiny sequined thong. It took him a week of visits to the seedy club to pluck up the courage to offer her a tip, and the fact it was a c note blew her mind. The rest, they say, is history. Four years have passed, and Phil's career has taken off—meaning he does exactly that, sometimes for weeks at a time—all over the world. Left to her own devices, Felicity is bored and lonely, not to say frustrated. Dance is still her favorite form of exercise, and she keeps herself fit. One day, forgetting the gardeners are there, she decides to see if she's still got it—and performs a striptease just for herself in front of the mirrors in the home gym. She's embarrassed when she realizes she's being watched. Embarrassed, yes, but incredibly turned on… She can't go back to stripping on stage, but maybe the web offers a solution…

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.

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.   Colleen didn't marry Frank for his money—she'd always had a thing for older men, so when the senior partner at the law firm she was interning at made a pass, she didn't resist—too much. Now married for five years, she realizes it was a mistake. He works a grinding 75 hour week, and travels coast to coast a lot, sometimes gone for a week. She's pretty sure he's hitting on the young interns and paralegals wherever he goes, but she'll never prove it. It's time for Colleen to play him at his own game. After all, he said she could have the house re-decorated—so why not take advantage of the fact. Her husband's two week trip to LA just provides the excuse…

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.  

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.   Two months after their marriage, Geoff had been promoted to run the British office of his company. It was a massive promotion, and she couldn't ask him to turn it down. Now, she was four thousand miles away from her family and friends, with the Atlantic Ocean between them. Skype wasn't enough—especially with the time difference, and with Geoff working every hour possible to make his job a success, Naomi was left to her own devices. From talking to her family online, the pretty blonde quickly found her way to chatting to total strangers. As a game of truth or dare evolved, Naomi grew ever more daring until she was asked to expose herself from her back window. She agreed, thinking the garden was empty—little realizing her contact was sitting on the deck watching her, his cell running off her own wireless signal.

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.   Her prowess on the track, where her 400M time took her to the state championships at 15, made her a track star. She couldn't quite shave the final second off her best to make the nationals. After a serious accident on her bike at 17, her career as an athlete was stillborn. But the star of the netball and cheerleading squads excelled in college, gaining a near-perfect 4.0 GPA and graduating from the Dean's List. Her professor encouraged her to follow her penchant for maths and go for first her Masters and then her Doctorate in qualitative statistics. When she is no longer his student, her mentor is free to ask her out. She'd always had a soft spot for the 55-year-old man, and after a short romance, they were married. It was only now she found out what his real life's work had been. He'd developed a system for playing poker, and he needed a second player. For two years, they worked the casinos, earning a fortune measured in millions, but after being caught out by an eagle-eyed pit boss, they were now barred from every casino on the strip. He went back to teaching, but at 29, she had nothing. A friendly game of low-stakes poker with a few of his colleagues got a bit rowdy one night, and since she'd lost, they suggested she took something off. Kimberley refused, but the next week, her husband was away at a conference, and his poker-playing buddies showed up again.

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.   Melissa had a problem. She'd overspent again—and her husband wasn't going to be happy about it. Her allowance was generous, but her often-absent husband meant the house was empty and lonely for her. She compensated by spending and spending and spending… When she opened her credit card bill, she knew she was in serious trouble. That afternoon at the gym, she was obviously troubled, and her friend Gina asked her what was up. Over coffee, she poured out her woes and the need to find 3k before the end of the month. Gina had an answer for her, but it meant breaking something Melissa considered sacred – her marriage vows. Could she really pull a trick, as Gina was suggesting? A doubleheader even?

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.   Brought up in the wide-open spaces of Wyoming, Susan finds the apartment lifestyle foisted on her and her husband by living near New York's Central Park irksome. The constant noise and bustle of city life just isn't for her. Pete, fifteen years older, is a New Yorker born and bred, so it's natural for him, and he just can't see the problems she's having adjusting.  After six months of unrelenting stress, they finally get the chance of a break, and they book a cabin up in the hills above Lake Champlain, about two hours' drive from the city. The first day is perfect, only for Pete to be called back to the office for an emergency, leaving Susan sulking there alone till the weekend. After one day of solitude, Susan notices the three guys in the next cabin are taking quite an interest. When they invite her over for an evening drink, she doesn't see any harm in accepting.

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.   Penny is bored, bored, bored with her life. Her husband is only interested in his business, and although she knows his work ethic provides her with the lifestyle she enjoys, she craves his attention. A hunky workman from the security company shows up to upgrade the security system on the house—as per Don's instructions. Can she keep her hands off him? Unknown to Penny, he's adding a video channel, and Don is going to be very interested in the feed from the strategically placed hidden cameras.

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.   Orra had been a tomboy as she grew up. She was still more comfortable in tight jeans and an even tighter tee than she was in a cocktail dress. At one cocktail party, in particular, she is bored out of her skull. Tim, her husband, is busy schmoozing up to a bunch of high-ups, and she has been cut loose. She knows it's his job, but it's still a boring way to spend an evening. Their hostess takes pity on her and offers to show her around the house. Downstairs there's a playroom, originally set up for the couple's kids, but they've long flown the coop. The air hockey table still works, and the pool table is in good condition. S he challenges Orra to a game of her choice with a small stake. She agrees, and she roundly thrashes her hostess at air hockey. Double or nothing on the pool table has her losing, and she realizes she might be in over her head. Another double or nothing on the pool table, and she's wiped out. She offers her another game, same terms, only this time, if she loses, she has to come back another day without her husband. When she loses again, will she welsh on the bet?  

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.   All her life, she's been teased about having a secret, but now with her husband out of town, she's got one—a real doozy. Putting on her sexy gear, she heads for her regular pickup point, a singles bar where she has a 100% record. Every time she walks through the door, she walks out with a guy. Now though, in her sexy black underwear under her little black dress, she's got a problem. Her husband's employees are there, and given the regular clientele of the bar, there's no way they can't guess what she's after. However, they give her a choice, something different than picking up a cell and calling her husband. Victoria had been aiming to find a guy, a stranger. Now she's got four, and none of them are going to be strangers for long.

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.

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 stunning blonde was just a few inches too short to make it as a catwalk model, but at 20, she'd posed for a few pictures and enjoyed the experience. Now eight years later, she's happily married to a much older man who adores her. She's not too happy with her life on a pedestal, but her lifestyle would be the envy of many. She's never told him about the modeling, so when a copy of those old pictures appears in the mail, she's both horrified and nervous. After a week, a second set arrives, including the most explicit ones, and she knows she's going to be blackmailed.

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 two children, Rachel let herself go a little. About thirty pounds overweight, she's sure her husband is no longer interested in her. Certainly, he seems to be spending more and more time at the office, although when he is home, he's a brilliant father to the two young boys. Once she's got them off to school, she makes a determined effort to get back in shape. Six months later, she's within two pounds of her weight at the wedding, although she's at least one bust size bigger. She looks sensational, and her husband is showing her more attention than before. However, he's not the only one, a couple of the guys at the gym are very interested too, and unlikely to allow her the chance to say no. Not that she'll want to.

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 exotic beauty, cross white South African and Chinese Asian, was brought up in the US. Married to a lawyer who works every hour God sends, she's finding life is getting on top of her. His six-figure salary and bonuses keep her in a style that belies her humble roots, but there are only so many "good" things a girl can do in the daytime. One afternoon she's accosted in the street by a drunk who thinks she's a whore. She slaps him and stalks away, horrified. The idea, though, has been planted deep in her psyche, and over time it grows, aided and abetted by her best friend, who has an unusual sex toy habit. Four months later, to help her friend secure a contract, Ulalia finds herself surrendering control in ways she'd never have previously considered.

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 raven-haired beauty loved to dance, but her husband, thirty years her senior, hated it. But he indulged his young wife whenever his business commitments allowed. He'd find a table at the edge of the dance floor and watch as she danced with one man after another. He loved to see her happy, and she felt safe and secure, able to flirt, knowing, however obnoxiously aggressive any man got, she'd be going home safe with her husband. That changed when he went away for a week-long conference in Hong Kong. At a loose end, she gives in when her friend asked her to go with her to their local club. After a couple of hours and rather more drinks than she usually had, Xara had almost forgotten her husband's absence. As she flirted, the danger signs mounted up.

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.   Riding is Wendi's passion—it has always been. If you'd told her at 16 that at 25, she'd be living on a 500-acre ranch with twenty horses and a wealthy husband, she'd have been ecstatic. The reality, the heat, the dust, and the general boredom had worn her down. Her husband was out with the cattle most days, including weekends, or away on business, and she saw him too rarely. At one end of their property was a small lake surrounded by trees, and a lot of the neighborhood kids would swim there in the summer. One day, riding by, she hears louder voices than usual, and dismounting, she creeps through the trees to find the swimming hole occupied by three lads she recognizes and a girl—they'd helped out on the range for a couple of summers before heading off to college. Now they were back for the summer break. They were laughing, joking, and basking on the rocks as they swigged beer while one guy made out with the girl. As Wendi backed away, she tripped, and her startled yell echoed around the clearing. Maybe this summer isn't going to be so boring after all.

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.   Yasmin works part-time in a charity shop on 35th Street. It fills the time while her husband is working. Simply to fill the boredom, she fills in as the helper on the collection lorry and finds the driver, a rough and ready but somehow charming man, a true friend. One day, out in the sticks, the lorry gets a flat, and she helps him change the tire. She was all hot and sweaty and covered in grime, so he offered her the chance to clean up before taking her home. His flat is small and cramped, but she doesn't notice the bathroom door doesn't have a lock on it. She doesn't notice as the handle turns and the door swings open. The driver is about to change her life just as he changed the tire.

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.   Zoe loves to party, but her husband, twenty-three years older, is past the partying stage. Every time he accompanies her, he's a total wet blanket and ruins her fun. Eventually, they reach a compromise. Except for family dos, if they go to a cocktail party, they separate. He finds like-minded drinking buddies in the kitchen, and she mingles with the dancing crowd elsewhere. For Zoe, it's harmless fun, a little booze, a little dancing, a little flirting, but for some of their regular hosts, it's getting to the point where the teasing has to stop. The next Friday night party is going to be a party too far for Zoe. Throw in an aging pop star her friend has always had a major crush on, meaning she needs Zoe to run interference with his entourage…