Tara: Trophy Wife Life: Part 1_(1)

Tara and Steve had been married a year now. They met at the hospital where he worked as a doctor and she as a temp in the secretary pool. She was terrible at her job. It was embarrassing. Her Neo-Nazi of an administration boss Oksana made her life a nightmare. She had yelled at Tara on no less than seven separate occasions about mislabeling and misplacing files. It was in front of other coworkers and in private and it offended Tara but she was never brave enough to confront her about it.

Instead she married a doctor and within weeks of their marriage they both agreed that she didn’t have to put up with such disrespect. She left on good terms from her side, staying professional. It was only on the inside where she felt shame in the pit of her stomach for being so incompetant at her job in front of a strong capable woman from whom she only wanted respect.

She really wished she could have done better but she knew she had given it her best and it just wasnt up to snuff. Now Tara spent her days at home, tanning and shopping. Steve was great and their lives were amazing.

As a surprise Steve buys Tara a brand new car. He can afford it but she still pretends that it bothers her to take a handout. So Steve tells her she can earn it by being his car model for the afternoon. Game, Tara dresses up in sling back heels, a four inch metallic skirt that was almost a belt with her ass cheeks hanging out the bottom with the side straps of her thong riding high on her hips. Completing the ensemble was a matching metallic purple bikini that was little more than two triangular eye patches over her nipples.

She did her hair and make up much cheaper than she normally would and she stepped out into the backyard sunlight. Steve told her to step over to the car and pose for him. This wasn’t her normal style obviously, but Steve really got off on her looking like a cheap hood rat.

She was enjoying the attention and did as asked. She knew she was beautiful and sexy and decided to show her new husband how lucky he was. She was taudry and bent over for him, she climbed onto the hood and clung to the frame like she loved it. They move all around it and eventually

Steve told her to drop the top.

Tara didnt mind showing off and obliged him while she double checked that nobody could see her from the neighbour’s yards. Untying the bikini top she let the sunshine bounce off of her pretty white titties and a gentle breeze hardened her perfect pink nipples so they pointed at her husband. His eyes never left her chest and Tara reveled in his adoration of her. She stripped for her husband and then he had to put down the camera so her could fuck her on the hood of the car. She loved it and fucked her man in the middle of the day in her backyard, all over her new car until Steve felt he had got his money’s worth out of her. Turning around on the hood, Tara lay back and let her head fall off the edge of the car and she opened her mouth and waited for Steve to drop his load in it. Steve pumped himself until he shot a heavy load right into the back of her throat. Tara knew what Steve liked and kept her mouth open until he was done and then not until he said so would she swallow. He was pleased and slapped her big butt on their way inside. She did a good job. A little too good.

Tara didn’t know that Cole could see from his bedroom and had been nicely zoomed in on his video camera as her mouth filled with cum. Cole was the teen bully on the block. Tara and Steve hadn’t lived in this house long, about a year, but they had got to know their neighbours a little in that time. Cole was in highschool and the oldest kid in this neighbourhood. He was the kind of kid who blew up your mailbox and smoked behind his parents back. He hung out with losers and was always up to no good.

The very next day, within minutes of Steve leaving for work, the doorbell rang and Tara (who would normally sleep the day away) came to the door in her sleep wear; a thin fabric tshirt and short shorts with long slender legs that were her own. Seeing Cole through the peephole she opened the door.

“Hi Cole. What would you like?”

“Hi Mrs. Benson, I have something to show you and you’re not going to like it.”

“Did somebody scratch my car already?” She stepped out onto the doorstep to see past Cole to her car in the driveway. It looked fine. As a cool breeze hit her, Tara’s nipples hardened and she became selfconscious about not having a bra on.