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I own a small electronics store. One day a lady walked in and told me she was having a computer problem at home. She was a drop-dead gorgeous blond. Naturally I volunteered to go home with her to diagnose the issue. Who knows, maybe Ill get lucky I thought to myself. I followed behind her Mercedes in my little Honda. We drove through the ritzy section of town and up to a near-mansion. Soon we were inside, looking over her computer. There was a simple network issue with her wireless setup. I had it nailed in 15 minutes. Now if I could just get her nailed I asked her what her husband did, she told me he was some kind of hotshot developer, and spent much of his time out of town. Im a trophy wife she proudly proclaimed, but then admitted that the sex was very infrequent as a result of her husbands age and travel. I could help take care of that problem I offered, and she ran her hands through my hair. That sounds nice, but not here she replied, so we took off for a local motel. Once at the hotel she stripped down to her panties. You take them off as I watch she said, Ill be putting them back on later as you watch. Her bush was nicely trimmed, and I could not help taking a little taste as the panties dropped down her legs. I was nearly out of my mind with lust as I took her to the bed. I could never afford a trophy wife, and here was one making herself available to me. We went at it for half an hour before we both came, loudly proclaiming very satisfying orgasms. After a brief rest in afterglow, she suggested a post-coital cordial. She produced a small bottle of Amaretto from her purse, and poured two little glasses. We toasted togetherness, and she promised youll always be with me. Then the room began to spin. She must have spiked my glass, I felt so weak and helpless. She tied me to a chair and got out a small scalpel. Time to take my trophy she proclaimed, and she reached down to place the blade under my precious jewels. I could hardly even move my lips to protest as she sliced open one side of my sack, then the other. Hooking her fingers around each ball, she deftly pulled out my testes, tied off the cords, and sliced each one free. A few stitches later and my bleeding stopped. Im a trophy wife alright she said, but not like you think. I collect trophies for my husband, and bring them home for our mutual pleasure. Im good at it too, dont you think? With that she took each of my balls and slid them up into her pussy. I put them there for safe keeping, swimming in your last cum. My husband will fish them out tonight at home as we make love madly. She then pulled up her panties as I watched, just as she promised. Say goodbye to your balls, they will be added to my trophy collection tonight. And dont worry, the motel maid will find you tomorrow and let you go free. I watched her pretty ass swing back & forth in a miniskirt as she waltzed out the door. I figured it was the last time Id see her. I was wrong. A few months later she showed up at my shop, this time with her husband. Far from old, he looked like a type-A business driver in his forties. We have a contract here to buy out your business he said. I will be redeveloping this location into a modern condo complex. I suggest you sign now, as your business is certainly not growing, and you lack the drive to run it anyway he snickered. She was quite a trophy, but Im not sure it was worth my balls and my business to be her trophy. Jim Fox [email protected] |