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The Trophy Wife’s Trophy
By Diane Valdrama
Cassandra had married right after college. She was a voluptuous coed who caught the eye of every young man on the UCLA campus who had half a pulse. Her new husband was a freshly minted attorney from UCLA Law School. He was top of his class and was quickly swept up by one of the leading Southern California Law Firms. They decided early on not to have children, so Cassie spent her days on Rodeo Drive at stylish shops and Cafes. To say she had become bored was an understatement. She had a rich, handsome and smart husband; a beautiful ranch style house in Beverly Hills and her almost perfect figure and face; but alas she was bored.
One afternoon as she sat with her coffee she noticed a flyer on the unoccupied next table over. It was from a well-known strip club nearby. It was advertising: “Ladies Only This Afternoon from 2:00 to 5:00PM” She had never heard of such a thing! A women’s only event at a strip club for men? She thought about it for a minute or two and concluded that there would probably be mostly butch type lesbians ogling the young girls on stage. But she was bored…so she discreetly scooped up the flyer and called an Uber. She hated to drive, even though she owned a top-of-the- line Mercedes as well as an Alpha Romeo convertible.
The Uber driver was quite amused as he dropped the stunning woman off a few miles away at Stages Cabaret, and wondered if perhaps she perhaps worked there. Cassie soon found herself in in a booth at the back of the dark and lavishly decorated nightclub. Music was blaring, and girls were dancing across four stages including a larger one in the center which was occupied by two chesty blondes who were doing some sort of tandem boob-press dance, a term she later learned. Watching them made her blush. She was glad that the club was so dark. “I think my boobs are bigger than theirs”, she smirked to herself, and she was right. In fact, she decided that even though these were all high dollar strippers, she still had the very best figure in the joint. This made her fell powerful. It always had, because she had rarely met or even seen anyone she envied ever since she was in junior high.
That was until the music changed, and a new girl entered the main stage. Adriene was tall, brunette and had the biggest and firmest breasts Cassie had ever seen. Plus, she had a gorgeous face and a perfect round butt. He legs were somewhat muscular but long….she was perfect…absolutely perfect. Cassie had been watching some of the other women customers in the club, who by the way looked like feminine housewives and not butch lesbos, and noticed that they would send $10 and $20-dollar bills by way of their waitresses to the various girls on the stages. Almost without thinking she fished a $100 bill out of her purse and asked her waitress to give it to Adriene. She also gave a $20 to the grateful waitress. She then saw the waitress hand it to Adrienne and whisper something to her. The stunning specimen of a woman stared directly at Cassie, and then smiled and blew her a kiss.
After the dance Adrienne went back stage, and Cassie wondered if she would ever see her again. She didn’t have to wonder long. Before she could ponder much more, Adrienne slid in beside her on the comfortable booth. “So, are you going to buy me a drink?” the dancer asked with a sexy voice as she put her arm across Cassie’s shoulders allowing her enormous boobs to rub slightly against Cassie’s. Day turned into evening, and evening turned into morning and Cassie suddenly awoke from her sleep. She surveyed the inside of the luxurious Beverly Hills Hotel bungalow that she had rented the night before, and then looked at the perfect and sleeping body of her lover lying next to her. “Wake up” she whispered to the sleeping Adrienne. “I want to do it again!” Cassie exclaimed excitedly. The exotic dancer smiled and pulled the Trophy wife into her arms allowing her voluminous breasts to almost engulf her lovers own DDs. So, they made love again and again. In fact, over the next week they were in bed or in the shower every day and night – multiple times. After meals, they would make love. After long conversations, they would make love. After watching a movie, they would make love. After making love, they would make love! Passionately, rhythmically, erotically, adventurously, and creatively – they would make marvelous and legendary love with each other. Never had two women been so perfectly compatible and in-sync.
After a few weeks Cassies’ husband suspected something and confronted her. When she admitted that she had Adrienne as a lover, he was relieved that it wasn’t another man. In fact, he encouraged her to continue. He was happy that his trophy wife finally had her very own trophy.
The End
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The Trophy Wife’s Trophy
By Diane Valdrama
Cassandra had married right after college. She was a voluptuous coed who caught the eye of every young man on the UCLA campus who had half a pulse. Her new husband was a freshly minted attorney from UCLA Law School. He was top of his class and was quickly swept up by one of the leading Southern California Law Firms. They decided early on not to have children, so Cassie spent her days on Rodeo Drive at stylish shops and Cafes. To say she had become bored was an understatement. She had a rich, handsome and smart husband; a beautiful ranch style house in Beverly Hills and her almost perfect figure and face; but alas she was bored.
One afternoon as she sat with her coffee she noticed a flyer on the unoccupied next table over. It was from a well-known strip club nearby. It was advertising: “Ladies Only This Afternoon from 2:00 to 5:00PM” She had never heard of such a thing! A women’s only event at a strip club for men? She thought about it for a minute or two and concluded that there would probably be mostly butch type lesbians ogling the young girls on stage. But she was bored…so she discreetly scooped up the flyer and called an Uber. She hated to drive, even though she owned a top-of-the- line Mercedes as well as an Alpha Romeo convertible.
The Uber driver was quite amused as he dropped the stunning woman off a few miles away at Stages Cabaret, and wondered if perhaps she perhaps worked there. Cassie soon found herself in in a booth at the back of the dark and lavishly decorated nightclub. Music was blaring, and girls were dancing across four stages including a larger one in the center which was occupied by two chesty blondes who were doing some sort of tandem boob-press dance, a term she later learned. Watching them made her blush. She was glad that the club was so dark. “I think my boobs are bigger than theirs”, she smirked to herself, and she was right. In fact, she decided that even though these were all high dollar strippers, she still had the very best figure in the joint. This made her fell powerful. It always had, because she had rarely met or even seen anyone she envied ever since she was in junior high.
That was until the music changed, and a new girl entered the main stage. Adriene was tall, brunette and had the biggest and firmest breasts Cassie had ever seen. Plus, she had a gorgeous face and a perfect round butt. He legs were somewhat muscular but long….she was perfect…absolutely perfect. Cassie had been watching some of the other women customers in the club, who by the way looked like feminine housewives and not butch lesbos, and noticed that they would send $10 and $20-dollar bills by way of their waitresses to the various girls on the stages. Almost without thinking she fished a $100 bill out of her purse and asked her waitress to give it to Adriene. She also gave a $20 to the grateful waitress. She then saw the waitress hand it to Adrienne and whisper something to her. The stunning specimen of a woman stared directly at Cassie, and then smiled and blew her a kiss.
After the dance Adrienne went back stage, and Cassie wondered if she would ever see her again. She didn’t have to wonder long. Before she could ponder much more, Adrienne slid in beside her on the comfortable booth. “So, are you going to buy me a drink?” the dancer asked with a sexy voice as she put her arm across Cassie’s shoulders allowing her enormous boobs to rub slightly against Cassie’s. Day turned into evening, and evening turned into morning and Cassie suddenly awoke from her sleep. She surveyed the inside of the luxurious Beverly Hills Hotel bungalow that she had rented the night before, and then looked at the perfect and sleeping body of her lover lying next to her. “Wake up” she whispered to the sleeping Adrienne. “I want to do it again!” Cassie exclaimed excitedly. The exotic dancer smiled and pulled the Trophy wife into her arms allowing her voluminous breasts to almost engulf her lovers own DDs. So, they made love again and again. In fact, over the next week they were in bed or in the shower every day and night – multiple times. After meals, they would make love. After long conversations, they would make love. After watching a movie, they would make love. After making love, they would make love! Passionately, rhythmically, erotically, adventurously, and creatively – they would make marvelous and legendary love with each other. Never had two women been so perfectly compatible and in-sync.
After a few weeks Cassies’ husband suspected something and confronted her. When she admitted that she had Adrienne as a lover, he was relieved that it wasn’t another man. In fact, he encouraged her to continue. He was happy that his trophy wife finally had her very own trophy.
The End
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