The Trophy Wife

I was 62 years young when this story happened. I only had a few years to retirement and my motto at the time was to keep my head down, don't make waves for the next couple of years and then retire. I was more than ready to leave the mind numbingly stupid corporate world. Don't get me wrong. The corporate world was just the way I made my money. On weekends and holidays I was a footloose and carefree guy. I had always enjoyed life and tried to have as much fun and enjoyment as the law allowed. I may have had a few insecurities (dick size) but no real angst. I was married and now, due to health issues on my wife's part, was in a sexless marriage. I sort of had her permission to seek sexual fulfillment elsewhere as long as I was ultra-discreet. I always loved my wife for saying that and hoped I would say the same thing if circumstances were reversed. But I told her I wouldn't cheat. After all the health problems were not her fault. And she was very upset and embarrassed by them.

Then there was Sonya. Sonya was a couple years older than me and real close to her own retirement. She could have been a model back in the day. She is 5ft 8, olive skin (she's of Greek heritage) still mostly dark hair and, even though in her 60s, still has an hour glass figure. I have no idea what her measurements are but my guess was that she is still a size 4 or 6. In addition she was and still is a gym rat. She works out at least 5 times a week for over an hour each time.

She also wore form fitting workout clothes to work that got all the guys horny and all the women jealous. At the same time she was no dummy and no shrinking violet. Sometime in her 20s she went to work as an executive assistant (i.e. secretary) to our division's Sr. VP. It was an OK paying gig and I am sure it was her stunning looks that got her noticed and put to the top of the list when it came time to fill that position. Well, that plus her sharp mind and engaging personality.

Sonya also knew deep down wanted more than being a secretary. But she got married young and only had one semester in community college. She dreamed of the finer things in life but knew she would never have them on a secretary's salary. Still, she dreamed of top flight restaurants, vintage wines, and exclusive vacations. Her dream was to spend winters in the Caribbean Islands and autumns in Europe. These dreams would eventually come true for her. She also would come to shop at exclusive boutiques in New York City. In the summer she spent her weekends on Martha's Vineyard.

If she wanted to she could have fucked her way up the corporate ladder and gotten those things. She more than had the looks for it. Her boss on more than a couple of occasions made overtures to that effect to her. While she got a charge out of titillating but ultimately frustrating her boss she never once screwed him or so she said. She didn't want to be known as the girl who slept her way to the top. To the best of my knowledge she never did despite multiple older executives hitting on her at company functions in a futile attempt to get into her form fitting pants. She later told me she would chuckled to herself thinking of these older guys beating off in the showers picturing her naked her while their wives were oblivious to their husbands' sexual frustration.

However Sonya also was clever. She knew that there was no future in the company if she actually fucked one or more of the executives. If she did that, they would have the power over her. She was gaining political power just by tantalizing them. Each of them thought they had a chance with her but in reality, there was no way any of them would get in her pants. Still, she had to do something. She just turned 40 and had not attained the things she wanted.

Sonya met her "knight in shining armor" at a business cocktail reception she planned on behalf of her boss. She planned all of the social functions and meticulously worked out the details. He was the senior partner of the law firm that provided legal services to our firm. He had about 60 attorneys reporting to him but he was the one who called the shots. He ruled the company with an iron fist and always got what he demanded. She knew who he was and found him to be an attractive guy. He was 63 at this time and she had just turned 40. She thought he was a cute older guy. The more she flirted with him, the more certain he was guy to which she would hitch her star. She dressed especially provocatively that night for him. She wore a form fitting tan dress that accentuated her well rounded ass that was extra tight around the top so her perky breasts were outlined. She started giving him those sly innocent looks, made sure his drink was never empty and laughed at every joke he told and hung on every word he said.

And the rest, as they say, is history. They went to dinner the next night at a very exclusive Manhattan restaurant. Within a year he divorced his wife of 35 years and she left her boring but very steady computer tech husband of 10 years. Soon after the two of them were married. She stayed on at my company and eventually made it to middle management with people like me. She made there because of her ability. She never got to senior management most likely because she wouldn't fuck or blow any of the executives. At least that was the scuttle butt at the time. I always admired that about her. Plus they grew tired of being rebuffed by her. So she was relegated to middle management with the likes of me.

As the years went by we were peers and worked on many projects. We had lunches together, worked late together and nothing sexual ever happened. We had a very pleasant but very professional relationship. It had been like this for years and neither of us thought twice about it. Though casual conversations I knew she was lived a much more upscale like that me. She vacationed all over the world and her husband owned condos in the Amalfi Coast, Paris and Rome. And that's not to mention the rental they did each February in Key West Florida. I knew this because of the photos she shared with me and my colleagues. Plus she was always going to dinner at 4 and 5 star restaurants always wore designer clothes. I didn't think anything of it and thought of her as my colleague. I don't begrudge anyone for being rich.

Then we both got out on a project from hell. It required that we spend a lot of time together.

Then one day around 6:30 she said

"Oh hell I have to get home or HE will be mad"

We laughed and made small talk and then I said

"Ok, I am getting tired myself. Let's call it a day and pick it up in the morning"

Then I added

"If you want, I can write you a note for the teacher"

She laughed and went on her way and over the next few weeks we worked hard and got the GD project done. Everyone on our management was happy with the result; on time and under budget.

She then suggested

"Let's have a celebration lunch! We both worked hard and I am sure I can find a way to get our lunch declared as a business expense."

Lunch on the company's dime is always a good idea. So we went to a restaurant that probably was an upgrade for me but a down grade for her. We had a standard "business lunch" meaning we only discussed work. After we paid the bill and were walking towards our cars I joked with her

"We put in a lot hours on this project. Hope you didn't get in trouble at home for staying out so late"

She just rolled her eyes and laughed while saying

"Oh, you don't know the half of it"

She then elaborated what a control freak her husband had been for the 20 plus years they have been married. We talked in the parking lot for another 15 minutes until we realized we both had been away from the office for a couple of hours. We were having so much fun we agreed to meet for celebratory cocktail after work and pick up the conversation where left off. Sure enough at 5:15 we met at the local bar and started right where we left off.

By the time we were halfway through our first drink, a look of relief came over her eyes. Not just because we got our project done in time and under budget. It downed on me that this had to be the first time she opened up to anyone about her marriage. Apparently he was controlling about everything in her life. That beautiful young trophy wife was his and had to control her so that she wouldn't get away from him. He wanted to know how many times a week she went to the gym. He monitored how much she ate, how much she drank and how much money she spent. By the time she finished her talking I was floored. Here she was, a beautiful, intelligent and strong woman who was now controlled by some 80 something old geezer. I didn't know what to say.

"Hey if you want to talk again tomorrow, just say so." I said to her in all sincerity. We had always gotten along great over the years as coworkers but our relationship, up to that point, was strictly. I never thought she'd take me up on the offer.

"I'd like that a lot" she replied without hesitation.

So the next day when we met for lunch she opened up even more. She told me how exciting it was when she first met him. She left her husband because they both fell out of love and they were in a roommate or marriage of convenience situation. They slept in separate bedrooms and led separate lives. According to her, he was a boring, unexciting type who rarely showed excitement and rarely smiled. Plus she knew he had multiple affairs over the years.

Then, when she met her current husband, everything changed. Her new guy was a man with prestige, power and wealth. Like her he was a gym rat who had a body that could have passed for being 20 younger. He had given her every material thing she ever wanted but never could get. And yeah, in the beginning she really did love him.

I then asked if she was still in love with him and all she could do was give me a vague

"In once sense yes, in another no. It's complicated."

As lunch ended we agreed to talk more the next day as we both had afternoon meetings to get to. As we were leaving I studied Sonya's body closely. Even though we worked in different departments I knew her for almost 30 years and we worked on several projects together I never let the totality of her physical beauty hit me. And now that there was a hint of vulnerability. I now saw her in a different light.

Still, I tried to temper my expectations. I knew all too well how she used to intentionally cock tease those executives in her early days and still did so on occasions just for laughs. And I certainly was no high powered executive. Physically, while you couldn't call me fat, I was a good 30 pounds over my playing weight.

"You're reading too much into this" I told myself. "She's a good person. Maybe she's just looking to vent. Let it stay at that."

Over the next few weeks we spoke on a more regular basis. Several times a day. We stopped with the lunches and office visits because neither of us wanted to deal with office gossips. We pretty much spoke exclusively on our office phones (with the door closed) and occasionally on our cell phones.

Then one day we met for a beer at a remote bar. To my surprise and delight the conversation turned sexual after the bartender brought our second pint.

"Look, I don't know how to tell you this but I am at my wit's end"

"Sure thing. Go ahead and don't worry I won't blab anything"

Just then I reached across the table and put my hand on her arm.

"Go on" I reassured her

"Well, it's Dan. I got myself in a situation and I don't know how to get out of it"

"How so"

She elaborated. Dan was her extremely wealthy husband. They had been married over 20 years but by now he was in mid 80s. While he have her all the material things she wanted and was always the pretty hostess for all of his soirees, he was very selfish in bed. In fact, she said that after the first 5 years of marriage all he wanted in bed was to get a blow job. So she would do it not out of a desire to please him but to make sure he didn't ditch her so she would continue to go on those expensive vacations, drive those luxury cars, live in that big compound, etc. etc. She wasn't about to leave him yet she had not been sexually satisfied by him in well over a decade.

"So here I am" she went on. "I am only 64 and I am too young to stop my sex life. I don't like to flaunt it but I started to take on several lovers over the past few years. Nothing serious and they all knew what the deal was with me. And I only cheated with married guys because I knew they wouldn't publicize it since they had as much to lose if they were caught as me."

"And now?" I asked.

"Well now I have hit a bit of a dry spell. Plus the last guy was a real asshole"

She was well aware of my wife's health issues but she didn't know about the sex or lack thereof in my life. But considering that she knew my wife had health issues and probably put two and two together.

"I can't imagine you having a dry spell" I said.

She said yes at her age, she did. Between younger guys with mommy issues and older guys with ED issues there weren't a lot of choices. And she wasn't about to fuck just anyone. In all honesty, while she looked great for a woman in her 60s, she was no longer in her 20s or 30s or even 40s when she was a "knockout". But at age 64, she was still quite striking for an "older" woman. Her hair was still more pepper than salt and while you could tell he face had a few tucks here and there, they were just minor (at best) enhancements. And she still kept herself in shape. Her breasts were still perky and her ass was still round and high. I found her breathtaking.

Maybe it was the alcohol but I decided to get a little bold. I grabbed her arm again and looked into her eyes

"Well next time he goes out of town let me know" I said to her thinking that never in million years would she take me up on the offer. I was so embarrassed I was hoping she would laugh it off thinking I was just kidding.

"As a matter of fact he's leaving Friday morning for a golf trip with some of his former business associates. He won't be back until Sunday"

"Just say when" I told her

To my utter amazement and delight she said

"OK. Let's both leave from work around 3. We'll go back to our house. We'll have our fund and you'll be home normal time while I still will be able to make dinner at his sister's at 6. And nobody will be none the wiser."

The next 48 hours could pass by quick enough. On Friday afternoon, I let people know I was leaving early on "family business" I met up with her at a local coffee shop and followed her back to her place. It was a huge mansion with acres and acres of well-manicured land surrounding it. She told me to park around the back where the guest rooms were. She told me to meet her at the end of the hall where the Jacuzzi was and to make myself comfortable. She had already turned it on via remote control so by the time I got there the water was good and warm.

I shed my clothes and hopped in. All the time I kept reminding myself that the only reason I was here was because she was between boyfriends. But then I saw her in a tan wrap with nothing else on underneath and the front of the wrap wide open. I saw the outline of her breasts, the curves of her hips and a full view of her trimmed but still thick dark patch of her pubic hair. She had a playful smile on her face. She wore her hair down and it flowed to the tips of her shoulders and down the front. All of the sudden it didn't matter why I was there. I just gazed at her and could not care less why I was there. I was just happy to be there! I am so glad I popped a Cialis. I sure would need it tonight!

Before she got in the tub she went to the mini fridge by the pool and took out a bottle of vintage champagne. She popped the cork, poured us each a glass and then slowly took off her robe so as at tease me. Once fully naked, she came over to me, straddled my hip and sat in my lap facing me and gave me a sip of the wine. I then gave her a sip from my glass. We looked at each other, fed each other champagne made small talk and then drained our glasses.

Then the real fun began.

My lips slowly found hers and we started with a slow gentle kissing session that grew more intense as time went on. My hands went from her firm and well defined ass and up her back. She pressed her pert and not oversized breasts to my chest. I pressed her closer to me and for a while we gazed in each other's eyes. I had never seen this look on her face before. It was one of hunger and it felt like she was the one doing the hunting. As I was kissing her neck and nibbling on her ears it felt like she was finally getting the intimacy she hadn't had for a long time.

She then stood up and I did likewise. We toweled each other off as she was stroking my cock. When I was facing her I dried her back off as we continues to kiss. She then moved me closer to the beach recliner. I knew what she wanted and was more than happy to provide it. She laid back and I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was so well trimmed and smelled so heavenly. I could tell she was fanatical about keeping it clean. I slowly licked and kissed her pussy for a good 10 minutes. She orgasmed at least twice. She would later tell me that her husband stopped doing that after the second or third year and that her last 2 lovers never did that because they didn't think it was macho to satisfy a woman orally.

I didn't care and could have been down there another 10 minutes when she motioned me to get up. Never did I expect that she would suck my cock. I would have thought that she would find giving another guy oral sex was demeaning. After all, she had been pretty much ordered to do that for her hubby and then find a way to satisfy herself. Boy was I glad to be wrong! She gave me a long, loving and beautiful blow job. I was staring at her back and naked ass the whole time. Her one hand cupped my balls while the other caressed my ass. How I didn't cum with that beautiful woman giving me that intense blow job still amazes me to this day.

Then, just like in the old time movies, I scooped her in my arms and walked towards the bedroom. She as light as a feather to me. I laid her on the bed but she told me she wanted to ride me. She loved riding men but for some reason the recent men in her life only wanted to be on top. So she climbed on top and was warm and wet as my modest size cock went inside of her.

She started rhythmically riding me. At first leaning over to tenderly kiss me and then sitting straight up. She leaned back a bit and my thumb found her clit and she exploded again. After seeing the look on face as she orgasmed I came and came hard. As she felt my first burst of cream she rode even harder. To my amazement and thanks to the Cialis, I was still hard. Here I was at age 62 and I was still hard after I came. This hadn't happened to me in decades.

"I now want it doggy" she said though she was out of breath.

When she got on all fours and raised her well rounded ass for me I got inside of her again. This time she reached into the table drawer beside the bed and got out a bullet vibe. She quickly applied that to her clit and we both came within seconds of each other.

We showered and got ready for the evenings we had planned.

"Can we do this again" I asked. Hell I would have begged if I needed to.

"Sure" she said. "The next time we can swing it, I'd love to"

We both came back down to earth and plodded on with our perfunctory evening plans. We actually did get together about 4 days later when we both took a "sick" day from work and he was out of town. But alas, that was the last time for us. He broke his leg and both ankles while bicycling and was laid up for over 2 months. During that time, we had no place to go. She was not a no-tell-motel type of woman and couldn't swing the $500 a night rates for the types of hotels she would command. Certainly car sex was out of the question for a woman like her.