Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Oh, ha, nothing, don’t worry about it,” Paul replied nervously, but she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be a little shit, Paul. What do you want?” She snapped, sneering at him.

“Ok, well, it’s been pretty hot out, I was thinking it would be nice to come by for a swim in that pool of yours,” he told her, and she laughed.

“Sure, let yourself in through the gate any time you want,” she told him, standing up.

“Yeah, well, see,” Paul shrugged, scratching his head. “I was hoping you’d like to join me.”

Valerie’s annoyed sneer turned into a surprised smile, looking him up and down, leaning forward, her hands on her knees, her tits in his face.

“Oh, so you’d like an afternoon with me in a bikini, is that it?” She asked, seductively.

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Paul replied, flatly.

“Then it’s yours,” she laughed, standing up straight again before pointing towards the door. “Now get out, I’ll see you tomorrow, noon.”

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Paul barely slept at all that night. He kept lying awake, holding the portable drive in his hand, spinning it around, looking at it intently, finally jerking himself off before he passed out.

The next day he showed up at her front door at noon, knocking on the door and standing out in the sun for some time before it opened, and he saw her staring at him, almost disgusted, wearing a robe, her bright red hair done up in a bun.

“Come on,” she groaned, closing the door behind him.

“Thanks,” Paul said, walking through their house.

“You want a beer?” She asked, then caught herself. “Wait, you’re not 21, are you?”

“I’m 18,” Paul replied, then took a deep breath. “Yes, I’d like a beer, go get me one.”

Valerie’s eyes went wide at his demand, and she looked him up and down, her eyes narrowing, before smiling.

“Yes sir,” she replied, sarcastically, walking off.

When she joined him on the patio, she tossed him his beer, shaking it up enough to fizzle when he opened it, but not too bad. She had a cold glass of white wine herself, setting it down on the table next to her chair, then opening up her robe and setting it aside.

Paul watched her beautiful body come into sight, standing a few feet away from her. Her giant tits were bursting out of her tiny little bikini, the bottom was a thong that left nothing to the imagination. She bent over to grab her sunglasses, sure to turn so he could see her big, bubble butt while she picked it up, then turned back to him.

“Well, aren’t you going to get in?” She asked, almost laughing at his embarrassing attempt to cover his hard on with his towel.

“No, I’ve got a better idea,” he told her, his heart thumping rapidly.

“What’s that?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips and staring at him, lips pursed.

It was now or never.

“Take off your bikini, I want to see you naked,” he told her.

Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared, her lips parting and her chest swelling as she registered what he had just told her.

“Excuse me?” She asked.

“Did I stutter?” He replied, and her head snapped back, glaring at him.

“You little fuck!” She snapped, shaking her head as she grabbed her robe, throwing it on in a flash, “You should have just been glad I was going to let you see me in a bikini all afternoon, you little pervert! I’ll- I’ll- I’ll be having a word with your mother about this, I’ll-“

“I don’t think you’ll be telling anyone about this,” Paul told her, calmly, stepping forward, and her eyes widened again, this time with fear, “That is, if you don’t want everyone to find out about your little affair.”

“You-” She raged, glaring at him.

“Yeah, me, I read everything, you and Jason, all your comments on those raunchy videos, everything, and I downloaded it all, so if you don’t want Mr. Mansfield to find out, I’d suggest you take that robe off, right fucking now.” He told her, and she huffed, and she puffed, looking around, trying to decide her next move.

“You wouldn’t.” She growled, and Paul stood still. He was terrified, worried she’d call his bluff, worried she’d go straight to his mother.

“I absolutely would,” Paul told her.

She sighed, shaking her head, her lips moving as she whispered something to herself, then she grabbed her glass of wine and downed it all in one gulp.

“Fine,” she groaned, letting her robe open and fall to the ground.

“Keep going,” Paul demanded, and she reached behind her back, pulling on the bikini string until it loosened, letting it flutter to the ground as well.

Paul gulped as he stared at her tits in person. They were huge, beautiful, bigger than the pictures, firm and pointing straight at him.