Trainee Trophy Wife

Lots of men had at least a semi looking at her. Her nipples small but hard and covered with thin white material, lots of cleavage, the near waist high slit in her full length white dress showing a lot of thigh and no VPL. Quite a few red blooded men, and a few women, were imagining her naked and maybe being fucked hard on a table or over a chair.

Nervous and feeling caught above her station amid so many important people, Tara was a cool looking woman on the outside. Five feet ten and the perfect numbers, blond, a real trophy wife physique. If a bit naive. Too trusting and eager to be needed. She must be pretty because everyone had told her so her whole life. She was now a little over twenty one. Her husband Marc knew how lucky he was.

About sixteen and a half, six months into legality, she lost her virginity, on her fourth date with an eighteen year old lad from one town over, on the back seat of his car. Then and thereafter a condom was used.

A few fucks later and he had to move away for a while, it was only right to set her free to have other boys if she wanted, in case he was a long time returning.

Two or three weeks later and another boy. This one taught deep throat, eventually, and anal without a condom. Naturally he moved away too, and on their last night, a condom free creampie in her pussy. She was upset about that but always remembered later how nice the warm cum felt in that hole too and how happy it made him.

Fella number three got the now seventeen year old to let a couple of his mates get sticky fingers while tongue wrestling on the back seat of his car, as he drove them round town. He himself used no condoms as it "Feels better that way" when he fucked her, sometimes letting a mate or two watch. She was so very happy making her man feel happy. And 'The pill' was so handy.

That all ended of course, but a week after turning eighteen Tara met Marc, a go getter young executive who was smart, handsome, fit and not to bad in the bedroom and trouser department.

Marc was well impressed, someone had got this beauty well on the way to being a trophy and she was just what he needed. They were married shortly after Tara turned nineteen. Marc was twenty four.

Marc worked in the firm of a friend of his Fathers. The firm dealt with cloth and to a lesser extent, clothing. Tara only had first rate sexy underwear although she was often convinced to go without it.

She was well turned out even casually but for a classy function she was really well attired.

Not exactly up to date on news or politics, a bit better on fashion, not bad on animals and their welfare, rather good on day time TV dramas Etc. Few would tag Tara as a good conversationalist, maybe other trophy wives as the company called them, but assorted men folk were very happy in her company nonetheless.

There were occasional wives coffee mornings or nights out. At one coffee morning Tara was introduced to a shorter but good looking woman in an expensive dress and shoes. This was Helen who said she would bring Tara up to speed on company stuff, introductions and so on. They got on quite well in spite of the roughly twenty year age gap. Helen was, a leader among followers, younger women such as Tara were happily guided by such ladies, it saved

a lot of thinking.

Helen was another company wife, a milf to most, married to a senior VP, and she was the unofficial mother hen or, "Trophy wife coach". Helen was introduced to most of the "New company wives" early on, so she could help them adjust to corporate life and learn how best to, er, support hubby in his career. A trophy wife, it was taught, was Faithful to hubby first and company second. Was intelligent, reliable and always willing to help and support the corporate team.

It was also mentioned that a wife who did not meet the criteria could ruin their husband and his career, after all, didn't Wanda Davies upset Mr Callaghan and get Philip Davies fired. But we don't talk about that. Do we!

Late one evening the company had a mid size get together for some potential new clients and company execs. Wives invited, or maybe expected.

It was Tara's first such engagement and the one at which she would meet Mr Callaghan. She was so scared of messing it up she was very pleased to know Helen would be on hand to do the intro.

Marc was a proud man with his slim faced, rosy cheeked wife beside him. The halter top straps were only two inches wide at her nipples, leaving lots to be seen. The silk stitching around her waist pulled the white material in to accentuate her figure, her bubble butt was to die for and the slit up her left thigh had no overlap at the top. It showed her smooth leg mercilessly. Marc was happy.

"Ah Helen, great to see you. Are you well? You look great." Marc began the greetings. Kisses on cheeks etc. There was nearly thirty minutes of this until most men and several women had greeted Tara the same way.

Putting an arm through Tara's, Helen slowly steered away from the crowd toward a pair of ornate wooden doors. "Time to meet the big man, he will need us to pull him away from his desk so he can come and mingle and hopefully seal a deal or two. I just hope he's not too stressed. He can get stressed working online or on the phone. A stressed man can lose contracts, not good for the team that!" She made clear.

The girls wandered slowly, arm in arm, along a bright corridor for maybe twenty feet to a single door, no less ornate than the pair, where Helen gave three light taps and walked in to hold the door open for Tara. The latter was quite nervous and determined to make a good impression which would likely come from following Helen's lead.

Mr Callaghan was behind his shiny dark wooden desk, on his mobile phone, he stood, smiled wide and eagerly beckoned the girls over before sitting again. Closing the door Helen took Tara's arm again and walked over not to the chair in front of the desk but right to Mr Callaghan's side. Once in range The boss reached out and squeezed Helen's free hand, winked at her and then took Tara's hand and kissed her knuckles.

Tara quivered in delight at the great man's friendly touch and smiled down at him. He nodded to Helen to sit in the chair and pulled Tara down to sit on his lap. Helen looked like an encouraging happy mum whose little girl has been invited to sit on Santa's lap and nodded for Tara to comply.

Tara was aware her whole left leg and nearly her beaver was uncovered but was too nervous too do anything about it. Into his phone Mr C said,

"Just a minute Lucian, my relief force is here to save me and I need to seat them."

Using his one free hand he draped Tara's arm around his neck so she could hold on safely and then put his left arm around her middle. His hand lay only just above bare hip. Tara was now more conscious than she had been so far that she was sans undies.

Using Tara and Helen as his reason to end the call, fifty five year old Mr C in his cool mid blue suit put down the phone and, using his freed hand to reach round to hold his other he sighed and slid down in his chair a little, causing Tara to lean snugly, almost lovingly into him. The inside of her left leg was now fully uncovered and she was totally unable to save her dignity if anything else happened. Her pussy was just millimetres away from being seen and was moistening slowly. Mr Callaghan's head, resting romantically against the front of Tara's shoulder was inches from her right breast and she could feel his breath.

"My God girls I needed saving. I am so stressed out after that, there's nothing like face to face, you can't read faces unless it's in the flesh. Thank you thank you thank you."

He the let out a long slow but firm breath, like he was relaxing, It went straight over Tara's breast and down her chest and made her feel warm somewhere else.

"Now there is a man" said Helen "who needs to really de stress. Anything we can do Mr Callaghan?" She looked at him earnestly.

"I need to get it out and stretch, it's all excited but cramped in there. Too much desk work."

"Tara can help there, stand up sweeting, help Mr Callaghan unwind".

Tara all but leapt up fearing she had done wrong. Helen stood and slowly walked to Mr C who was fumbling at his waist as he stretched out his legs.

"Come on Tara dear, get him undone, he needs to de stress. Undo that button."

Somehow, following the lead of the other two, Tara found herself undoing the button holding the boss's trousers together while Helen undid the zip. Suddenly Tara was faced with a cock the size of an energy drink can all purple and knobbly. It was the first circumcised one she had seen and the biggest. Her jaw dropped and her pussy moistened some more.

Helen reached across Mr Callaghan and grabbed Tara's arms, using them to encourage the young wife to her knees. Once down there Helen slid behind the man and around to Tara's left side. Putting her right hand on the back of the other woman's head, Helen pushed until the open mouth covered the purple pussy pleaser and then pushed a little more.

Mr C groaned happily, Helen gave him the cutest evil smile and a very confused Tara allowed her mouth to be used by Helen to please Mr Callaghan.

"Oh Tara sweeting, Marc would be so very proud. Five minutes after meeting the most important man in the firm and you're already making a great contribution. Such an intelligent and willing girl, so helpful. Well done."

Tara also felt proud. If Helen said she was doing good then she must be. She began to use her limited experience to do the best de stressing she could, eagerly sucking and swallowing as much cock as she could. It would have been even better if Mr Callaghan were not so hairy, his pubic hair was thick and long but there was no holding back as Helen guided her actions, helpfully..

Having begun without touching the hairy cock other than with tongue and mouth she had no control over how much cock she took. Helen made sure the hole drink size cock was engulfed with pressure from behind.

After about ten minutes of sucking with on and off deep throat Helen looked slightly smugly at Mr C and said,

"Tara is such a cock whore."

Tara pulled her head up to say "Helen? What are you... umph" when Helen pushed her back down on the the cock she was servicing.

"Keep sucking sweeting, keep sucking." Helen encouraged, friendly like. She smiled up at the big man like a kitten showing it's mum the mouse it had caught, and he nodded his appreciation and closed his eyes.

"Ready for cocktails darling? Here it comes." Said Helen, holding Tara right down on the cock as it shot a huge load into the throat of Marc's wife, who was helping the team.

Several upward thrusts and he was done. Helen made sure there was no mess left to soil the man's clothes by asking Tara to "just quickly lap it up" before redressing him. Having secured the small amount of dribbled sperm Tara was offered the use of Mr Callaghan's own personal wash room. Helen looked like her little girl had just been given a great honour as Tara looked at her.

"Go on then, quick clean up, sort your make up and hair, and Mr Callaghan can go and make the company greater still. I can't wait to tell Marc what a reliable, intelligent and supportive wife he has. You'll probably get a trophy sweeting!"

Tara was confused, a little worried doing something so, well, naughty, was right in a wife and yet ever so proud for helping and supporting. And Helen was so impressed. Yes. Marc will be proud of his wife and her initiative.

"What a superb find, young Marc has done splendidly Helen, do please arrange a small bonus for him. He will soon have a first class trophy wife. One to match your good self, at least, minus the brains of course."

"Thank you Sir, I'm so glad you mentioned the brains, I was worried there." Helen said with a smile.

Mr Callaghan was about to get a handful of Helen's butt when Tara reappeared. "So, hears our new Angel," Mr C announced, "I wonder if Marc would mind if I did the sales walk with her? Those money men won't stand a chance with you two at my side!" He a said loudly and with much pride to the entire room. Well the announcement worked on Tara anyway.

As they left a flunky entered from a side room with the second visitors chair to replace it in front of the desk.

As the trio walked though the double doors Mr Callaghan said the girls should find mark and tell him what a superb trophy Tara was and check if Mr C could borrow her to charm the potential clients, meet him by the punch bowl if it's O.K.

Marc passed the girls a drink each and kissed Tara, he could tell Tara was excited and nervous, and he smelled the cum. She winced as she sipped the strong Bond style Martini, and listened as Helen sung her praises. Not exactly saying 'Your wife blew the boss and swallowed', but in a more corporate way. Lots of faithful and reliable stuff, willing and supportive, not to mention clever.

Tara blushed and even believed that much of it was her own idea and doing. She was so pleased when Marc said,

"Oh my word, you clever thing you. God you must help Mr Callaghan or we'll probably lose the company. Oh darling, yes, you Must do whatever he asks, this could be my account to run and we will all be soooo happy. My clever Tara, I love you!"

Helen told Tara to go find Mr C and she would catch up. Tara almost danced away to find her target, revelling in how important she had become so quickly and wanting to do whatever she was asked. Being nice was fun.

Watching his wife's bubble butt as it moved off, Marc Grabbed Helen round the waist with one arm, pulled her close and said,

"And I would like this account, if not the lead then second." As he then groped the woman's cheeks she told him it was already on the agenda as well as the bonus for finding a terrific trophy.

Helen went to join Mr C and his new toy and quietly add herself to the sales team.

"Ah yes, how lovely to see you again Kang Dae," Mr Callaghan was saying to a Korean COO. "I trust you and your business are matching up to your wonderful name?"

Mr C liked to know the meanings of some names from afar. Kang Dae means 'Mighty and Strong' in English.

"Very much so my good friend, thank you. I know you and yours are both well." Kang Dae had a good command of English and spoke it well but with a notable accent.

"Please do me the honour of allowing me to present my very close friend, the most delightful Tara, a rare beauty, or Ho Sook, perhaps?"

While Tara was delighted with the introduction she looked in askance when she was called Ho Sook. Kang Dae noted her confusion and smiling at her offering,

"My friend calls you 'A clear lake', which means it is unblemished. Rare indeed my sweet lady." And he took her hand and kissed the back of it.

Tara was red in the face and loving the attention and compliments. Obviously she was unaware that between the two business men it also meant she was yet to be fucked as a trophy wife, and was being offered up for enjoyment.

There were two other Koreans that Tara was introduced to who were also very nice and behaved like Gentlemen enough to raise her spirit even more. She had yet to realise that Mr C now had her left butt cheek resting in his left hand, which helpfully also kept the slit in her skirt open a bit more than was normal.

Standing close behind in a subservient position Helen could see the blond hair that finished at the lower shoulder blades was trembling slightly. Nerves, excitement, or both? Either way Helen bet those tiny tight nipples were rock hard. She was just about to look away when she saw the hand gently, ghostlike, slide inside the backless satin dress to resume it's support of that beautiful bubble butt ass.

Tara was lead around like a virgin to the alter for nearly an hour. Marc turned up a couple of times with a Martini for Tara and a waitress with drinks for any others, and as he pecked her on the cheek both times he whispered in her ear how beautiful she was and what a super job she was doing. "So so proud" he told her. She beamed.

Tara was so comfortable with the hand of the boss on her butt that it was only when he had to remove it briefly a couple of times that she remembered it was there, and she welcomed it back as a sign of assurance and support. Helen gently eased into the group presence as Mr Callaghan was talking to a pair of Argentinians, and briefly had to take him to one side.

Mr C asked Tara if she would keep the two men happy for a moment, do whatever it takes to keep them smiling. He was relying on her. He went with Helen.

One of the men asked for a selfie with the prettiest girl in the room, explaining that meant Tara. Of course, it was her duty.

Tara gladly swept to his side and allowed his hand to replace the one that had been on her rear. He had a good feel. Then swapped with his colleague.

His colleague put his hand even lower inside the dress and nearly touched something very personal as he explored. Tara stoically allowed this and then the first Argentinian asked a waiter to take one of him and his friend with Tara. Together.

Tara took a deep breath and steeled herself for the inevitable. She did not note the business man telling the waiter to take his time.

While this went on so did the exploring. Tara was feeling very odd and wet even before the first hand re-assaulted her bottom. The waiter made out he was not sure about using the camera phone and played it out for over a minute, actually recording not photographing. He caught the stressed look on Tara's face and the bloom on her décolletage as the finger in her pussy brought her off, just a little one.

The waiter got a good tip later.

Mr C rejoined Tara and rescued her, taking her back on his arm. He smiled at the two men and walked Tara to one side. Helen, more safely dressed, took an Argentinian on each arm and spoke in their native tongue for the benefit of Tara's ear.

"My little faithful angel, well done, they seem very happy, Helen will hold them for me for now, but I am desperate for your help?"

"Well of course, you need only ask Mr Callaghan. What do you need?" Tara asked earnestly.

"Well I hate to ask" Tara did her best stern look to tell him off. It failed but he noticed the attempt and appreciated it.

"Well my dear friend Kang Dae is getting stressed out, it's all these foreigners I think, to him that is. Look, he's in my office and could use a drink and to de stress somewhat. Could you be a helpful dear and take him a glass of punch, and a Martini for yourself of course and help him out. I need him a lot less stressed than he is, then we have him in the bag. Please?"

"I'm on my way Sir, never fear!" She said confidently, perhaps not thinking it all the way through.

"How did you like our Tara?" Mr Callaghan asked Carlos and Philippe."

In answer he was offered fingers to sniff. He grinned,

Tara found Kang Dae and cooed, "Hello Sir, here, I brought you a drink, some fruit punch, Shall we chat for a bit?"

Kang Dae sat back in the chair and patted his lap, smiling warmly. "Thank you Ho Sook, you are a delight." Tara put the drinks on the desk and sat, lifting her left arm around his shoulder before passing him his drink, and then taking a gulp of her own. She had drunk more tonight than almost ever before. It was as she put her glass down she realised Kang Dae was holding his out to her.

Tara took the half empty drink to put on the table but before she could place it she was held firmly around her middle and a Korean head lay on her left breast. Of course, being shorter than she was that was naturally where the head rested, nothing untoward there.

"Thank my Swiun Nuwo, I seldom am surrounded by so many strangers and got a little stressed, you are so very kind." He snuggled in a bit more and his breath excited Tara's left breast and her chest as did Mr C's earlier. Tara was rather trapped with the Korean's right arm holding her round the middle, the head and holding the drink.