Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 29

Chapter 29

“Holy shit, I want one of those,” Brent laughed, standing up.

“M-m-may I? Sir?” Valerie asked Paul, and he nodded, and she lunged forward, eagerly licking Brent clean, then Tyler, then Zack.

“Jesus Christ,” Zack groaned as he sat back down, wiping up her spit with the towel.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun,” Paul smiled, spanking Valerie. “Now go get cleaned up and put some clothes on, I’m sure my friends are hungry.”

“Y-y-yes sir,” Valerie stammered, limping off as the guys slowly wiped themselves off and got dressed.

“Holy fuck, Paul, that was amazing,” Brent groaned as they got dressed, looking around at the large house.

“Yeah, fuck,” Tyler agreed, catching his breath.

“Yeah no problem,” Paul laughed, rubbing the back of his head. “Here, follow me, they’ve got a nice ass lounge.”

“They?” Brent asked as they walked through the house. “So she does have a husband?”

Paul choked a little, taking them into the study and setting up the pool table.

“Yeah, but he’s never around, probably wouldn’t care that much if he knew what was going on anyways,” he reasoned, grabbing a pole off the rack.

“Fair enough,” Brent shrugged, and they began to play a game of pool, letting a pregnant silence fill the room as they avoided each other’s eye contact for a moment.

Finally, Valerie returned, dressed in a short, tight, black cocktail dress that sparkled, matching her high heels and long, black gloves, a silver and diamond tiara and a black collar on, looking every bit like Audrey Hepburn, her dress cut down the middle to show off her large tits, thick black eyeliner and bright red lipstick, carrying a silver tray full of fruits, cheese, meats and crackers.

“Hello boys,” She giggled, setting the tray down on the bar and walking over to Paul, seductively shaking her ass step by step before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Everyone rushed over to the food, snacking on it as she purred and nuzzled Paul.

“Thank you, sir,” She whispered in his ear, and he grabbed her ass, kissing her cheek.

“You’re welcome, kitten.”

Then she separated from him and walked behind the bar, grabbing a few bottles and mixing Paul a manhattan, then a martini for herself.

“What’ll you all be having?” She asked, and Brent looked up at her.

“Uh, long island ice tea?” He asked, and she laughed, shaking her head.

“What? Are you a fifty year old woman?” She asked, giggling. “Try what Paul’s having.”

Brent blushed and sipped Paul’s manhattan, then shrugged.

“Yeah, that’s great,” he said, then Tyler and Zack followed suit.

“Yeah, I’ll have one as well,” Tyler agreed, but Zack frowned and shook his head.

“Whoa, little strong,” he told her, and Valerie rolled her eyes.

“Fair enough,” she whispered, raising her eyebrow and grinning mischievously, then pouring out the ingredients to two manhattans, filling the glasses with ice and spinning them both at once with a large spoon.

“So tell us, um, what was your name again?” Brent asked, and she looked over at Paul, who shrugged.

“Valerie, my name is Valerie,” She smiled, blowing him a little kiss.

“Oh, yeah, Valerie, tell us, how did you and Paul meet?”

“Hmm, I don’t remember the first time we met, do you, Paul?” She asked, winking at him.

“Mr. Fenton’s birthday party, the barbeque,” Paul told her.

“Oh yeah, they invited my husband and I right after we moved in,” She smiled, giggling. “Oh, Paul, you were so cute back then.”

“Thanks,” Paul groaned as she drained the two manhattans over a large block of ice, garnishing them with a cherry.

“Well, no, I mean, how did you guys, how did you start, uh,” Brent stammered, and Paul stepped forward.

“Don’t worry about it, Paul,” Valerie smiled, “these are your friends, right? I’m sure you wouldn’t have brought them here to fuck me like a whore if you didn’t trust them.”

All the guys took a deep gulp at once, trying to compose themselves as Valerie openly reminded them of the orgy they’d just taken part in.

“Well, no, of course not,” Paul smiled, and Valerie pushed the two drinks towards Tyler and Brent.

“Paul was helping me out with some computer troubles,” Valerie smiled, grabbing a couple strawberries and cucumber slices from the platter and tossing them in a metal shaker. “I invited him over to take a dip in our pool as thanks, caught a glimpse of his giant cock through his swim suit, and, well, I couldn’t help myself.”

Valerie smiled at Paul as she grabbed a large muddler and started crushing and grinding the fruit, working the thick shaft like it was a cock, purposefully dropping her jaw and moaning a little before smiling and tossing it aside.

“Shit, that’s all it took?” Brent laughed, shaking his head.

“Well, yes, why?” Valerie asked as she measured out some gin and simple syrup, grabbing a lime and cutting it in half and squeezing its juices into the cup.

“I mean, a woman as beautiful as you, and, well, no offense Paul,” Brent shrugged.

“Fuck you too, Brent,” Paul laughed.

“I’m just saying, it’s a little hard to swallow.”

“Hmm, well I never have any trouble swallowing,” Valerie giggled, filling the shaker with ice and putting a larger metal cup over it, hitting it and forcing them both together, tightly, before shaking it over her head.

“You know what I mean,” Brent stammered, and Valerie smiled as she strained the cocktail out into a glass filled with ice, then opened up a bottle of soda water and topped it off.

“Here you go,” She smiled, dropping a fresh strawberry in and passing the drink off to Zack, who took a sip and smiled.

“That’s amazing, what’s it called?” He asked, and Valerie rolled her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know, the ‘Too Weak for Whiskey’ I suppose,” She joked, and everyone laughed.