Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 3

Chapter 3

This is what he learned:

Valerie had grown up a rich, spoiled, neglected brat. Her mother was a socialite alcoholic who constantly berated her, her father worked too much and was rarely around, dying from a heart attack when she was a teenager. She was raised by nannies and sent off to boarding school as soon as she was old enough, never getting much attention from either parent.

So she lashed out, she acted up for their attention, but they would merely pass her off to the revolving door of nannies who would quit after a few months. She didn’t get along with girls in her class, she got kicked out of school after school.

Finally, shortly after her father’s death, she entered college, had a few boyfriends, but none of them could stomach her very long. She tried to join a couple sororities but was turned down every time. Then, about a year after barely graduating and moving back in with her mother, she met Roger.

He was still married to his second wife at the time and they attended the same country club. They had an affair, and he was quickly divorced, marrying her not long after it was finalized.

After they’d wed, they moved a couple towns over to get away from their scandalous reputation. Mr. Mansfield had no qualms with her not working, spending all her time relaxing at home or working out, in fact he preferred it, but he seldom gave her the attention she wanted. He was gone most of the year, he rarely spent much time with her, only taking her out when he could show her off to colleagues and coworkers.

And he was patient, so patient, too patient. He never told her off for being a bitch, he never put her in her place or even acknowledged her anger, and that only angered her more. And apparently, to make matters worse, his cock was small and he barely ever wanted to fuck her.

Paul read email after email of Jason trying to cheer her up but failing miserably. Eventually, she dropped it altogether and they began flirting, sending pictures back and forth. Paul’s eyes pretty much popped out of his head when he saw naked pictures of Valerie Mansfield, her gigantic tits, her luscious, voluptuous ass.

Jason replied with a picture of his cock, and it looked to be about 6 or 7 inches, but she gushed over it, telling Jason it was so big, that it looked perfect.

“Perfect?” Paul thought, rubbing his head a little. “Isn’t that a little small?”

He went back to reading their emails, one in particular standing out.

“Yes, yes, I really love it rough. Honestly, I fantasize about finally being put in my place, being punished for being such a bitch, lol. I want a man that can tell me what to do, that can abuse me, punish me, degrade me, and fuck me until I can barely move. I know it’s going to sound weird but nobody’s ever dominated me, and I’d just love to be taken control of, to be used, and covered in cum, forced even, gangbanged, pimped out and treated like garbage.”

Jason’s response: “Wow.”

They started meeting up, started fucking. Valerie pushed to be wilder and more experimental, and Jason said he would, but she was constantly begging him to be rougher.

And then the end came. She apologized but said she couldn’t do it anymore. If Roger found out, her life would be over. Jason was upset, but she got mad, told him it was just sex, called him a pussy, etc. She snapped, like she was wont to do, and he apologized, never replying again.

Paul was sweating by the time he was done, and the sun was hanging low in the sky. He quickly grabbed his portable drive and downloaded their entire conversation onto it, then screen shot every video and the comments she made, before deleting any trace of his activities and logging off.

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Paul’s knuckles were white and he was short of breath when he knocked on Valerie Mansfield’s door.

“Coming!” He heard her yell, and he stood there, trying to keep himself calm.

Now, It’s not that Paul was a bad looking guy, he was 6’1, skinny, he had black hair, he’d ran track all throughout high school, he’d just never really known how to approach a girl, and worse of all, unbeknownst to him, he’d missed some very obvious signals from some of the girls from his school, so here he was, a virgin still, and he was determined to get what he wanted.

“Oh, Paul, hello,” Valerie smiled, a small little grin out of the corner of her mouth. She was wearing a bright blue dress with a big black belt, one shoulder showing off, her cleavage staring him in the face. “Come in.”

Paul walked in, handing her the bag, and they sat down.

“Is it beyond repair?” She asked, expecting the worst.

“Oh, no, it was simple, just needed to be cleaned up, I installed an antivirus so it should be fine for some time,” he told her, and she laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, until a couple months from now,” she laughed. “What do I owe you for your troubles?”