Trophy wife Stories

After a shower in the en-suite bathroom of the downstairs bedroom I slept in occasionally, I threw on a robe and went to change clothes in the bedroom we usually shared. I loved my husband, I truly did, but things were complicated. When Ken shouted my name, “VALERY!”, I knew I was in even deeper shit than before. I prayed silently as I slowly walked toward the kitchen. He was sitting at the table with Emma, a beautiful ch...

It's the middle of August, and already my son of a bitch husband has started his annual pilgrimage to his "man cave" to watch football. Whether it's college or the pros, Barry can't get enough. From now until the middle of February, I'll be a football widow, and he'll forget that I exist. Pre-season means Thursday night games of the new pro talent. The pigskin addict's chance to see if the top draft choices are worth the...

The story took place last August. It is all true, and the story picture is from that day. Our friends went away on vacation and asked us to take care of a few things at their home. Our friends asked us to water their plants around the pool and in their home. When Lisa and I arrived one morning, we found a note on their door. The note said, 'Sorry for any noise or inconvenience. We are working nearby trimming trees and sho...

It all took place about a year ago. I had to go to Atlanta for business to meet a few new clients. I asked my beautiful wife, Lisa, to accompany me because I was staying in a nice hotel. My three clients stayed elsewhere, and I would be alone all week. She decided to come along to get some sun and relax for a few days. Let me take a minute to describe Lisa. She is thirty-nine and has a body that can stop traffic. She is b...