Trophy Wife Seduction: A Dark Tale of Desire and Deception Unfolds

The Rape of a Trophy Wife

She was a twenty-five year old gold digger, married to a fat cat 72 year old son-of-a-bitch who showered her with monetary enticements. Although she hated with a passion whoever the fuck invented Viagra, the old fart’s sexual demands were really not that pressing. The main thing for him was to have an eye candy trophy wife on his arm when attending important public functions, and in terms of eye candy, this 5’-9” blonde was Lady Godiva chocolate.

Whenever the old codger did pop one of those magic little blue pills, his dick would harden, for sure, but he often barely had the energy to mount her, and if he did, his wheezing, asthmatic humping of her usually never lasted more than a minute before he emptied into her whatever contents he had in that seventy-two year old sac. Many times, the old geezer was more than content if his hottie young wife just did a blow job on him. In these instances, she was lucky if he fell asleep before ejaculating, and even if there were times when she caught an eyeful of his cum, or even if some of it got in her mouth, it disgusted her, but hey, it was all a small price to pay for the many fabulous perks she enjoyed, not to mention the fact that she would probably be taken out of his will if she refused to entertain him in this fashion. She figured she had a maximum of 15-16 years before he fucking kicked the bucket, less than that if she were lucky. Of course there would be his children from his first wife to contend with at the reading of the will, but she was confident of prevailing. In the meantime, her own sexual desires could be sated whenever she wished by any young stud she could invariably attract by literally just snapping her fingers.

One of the many perks she enjoyed was a bright yellow Porsche convertible. That was what she was driving one day, late morning, wearing a matching yellow tank top that showed a daring amount of cleavage, her long blonde hair blowing in the breeze, when a certain young man saw her and something inside him snapped. He knew immediately that he wanted her, that he would have her, and the possible consequences (thirty years in prison) of making it happen could be damned. The sight of her in her $90,000 sports car shattered his self-control, his caution. The fact that his girlfriend had recently dumped him may have fed his give-a-damn state of mind.

The young woman was a famous figure in this town of 100,000 inhabitants. The young man knew what every gossiping busybody in town had to say about her and her despicable gold digging. Driving his white service van, he pulled into traffic several cars behind the young woman’s Porsche and followed her. She led him to the outskirts of town, her stalker always maintaining two or three cars between them. At last her yellow Porsche convertible pulled into the long driveway of a mansion situated on a ten acre estate. The excited young man observed from the roadway as she drove down the forty meter drive, at

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