Paul's Trophy Wife

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.

"Fuck," Paul whispered to himself, setting his towel aside and grabbing his beer, chugging it.

Valerie's eyes narrowed as she stared at his crotch, her head cocked, a perplexed look on her face.

"What is that?" She asked, nodding towards his shorts.

"What? My dick?" Paul asked, setting the beer down.

"That's not your fucking dick. What's in your pants?" She snapped, and Paul shrugged.

"Uh, yeah, that's my cock," he replied, but she crossed her arms.

"The fuck that's your dick!" She yelled, but Paul shook his head.

"Move your arms, you're not allowed to cover your tits," he told her, and her jaw dropped.

"I'm not ALLOWED-"

"No!" Paul cut her off, "You're not allowed! Now shut the fuck up and get on your knees!"

It looked like Valerie had been punched in the gut by the way she was staring at him, her anger vanishing, her breath quick and loud, a worried look on her face.

"But-" she stammered, and Paul took a step forward, grabbing her hair and pushing her to the ground, and she whimpered, helplessly following his directions quicker than he'd expected.

"Good, now you're going to suck me off like the filthy little slut we both know you are," he told her, and her jaw dropped, staring at him, angrily again.

"I'm not-" she started, but he reached back and slapped her, silencing her.

She looked at the ground, her breath even more rapid than before, whimpering a little as she rubbed her cheek.

"Yes sir," she whispered.

Paul's cock was throbbing, it was so hard it ached, itching to be freed from his swimsuit. He untied the string and let his shorts drop to the ground, his cock bouncing out of his pants in front of Valerie's face, but she kept looking down.

"Open your mouth, it's time for you to suck me off," Paul told her, and she looked up at him.

Every last bit of anger and fear disappeared from her face as her eyes lifted up enough to see his cock shaking in front of her. She was confused, then worried, then everything was gone and in her eyes, only lust and shock remained.

"What? What the fuck?" She asked, reaching forward and grabbing his dick.

It was bigger than anything she'd ever seen before, twelve inches easy, maybe thirteen or fourteen, and wide, girthy. It was monstrous, and she shook her head.

"No, what?" She stammered, and Paul groaned, rolling his eyes.

"This can't be that confusing," he moaned as she gently tugged his cock back and forth.

"How did you- how can you-" Valerie stammered, shaking her head, "How is your cock so big?"

"What?" Paul asked, a little shocked.

"Your dick! It's huge!" She practically yelled, kissing the tip, moaning as she licked his shaft, tracing her lips along it, breathing deeply, erotically.

"I mean, I'm not that big," he replied, but she shook his head.

"Oh no, you're huge! Haven't you ever watched porn before?" She asked, and Paul kind of shrugged.

"Well, I figured I was just a little bigger than average, but-"

"You fucking idiot!" Valerie snapped. "Guys in porn aren't average, they're big, and you're bigger than they are!"

Paul reached back and slapped her again, and she fell to her side, onto her hands and knees, panting like an animal, nodding her head.

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry sir!" She whimpered, staring at the ground. "I'm sorry! I'll behave!"

"Good, now open up your little whore mouth and suck me off," Paul demanded, and Valerie nodded eagerly, sitting back up, her hands squeezing her nipples as she stared at his cock.

She let go of one nipple and grabbed him again, gently stroking him as she kissed the tip of his cock, licking and teasing him.

"Open wide," Paul demanded, "I want to see you shove my cock all the way down your throat."

"I can't deepthroat that!" She snapped, and when Paul reached back to slap her again, she winced, throwing her hands up.

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry! I'm sorry sir!" She apologized quickly, and his hand dropped to his side. "It's just so big! I'm sorry! I'll try my best, I promise!"