Adventures of a Trophy Hotwife

[angelique127]

Isabelle Jenna Anderson, young, blonde, beautiful, spoiled, entitled and priviledged, recently married to a wealthy older gentleman. The typical trophy wife but with a twist. Ever since the honeymoon, as agreed upon, her new hubby has to wear feminine panties on a daily basis, while at work and at home or out in public. It is their little secret and it makes Carl easier to control. Isabelle also likes to keep him in chasity while at the office, making him wear a little cock cage when he isn't with her to completely control his orgasms. Of course she permits her husband to remove the dreadful device after he gets home in the evening when she can monitor his activities. On the weekends Carl is usually cage free while he does his chores such as preparing their meals { unless they go out to lunch or dinner } cleaning the house and doing their laundry. Within a month of being married Carl was taught to give perfect manicures and pedicures, shave her legs and underarms. Not that he didn't love playing the role of the devoted spouse, treating Isabelle like a total goddess. Meanwhile Carl showered his beautiful wife with gifts, such as diamonds and pearls, flowers, lingerie, and very expensive fashionable clothes. Isabelle drove cars, a Mercedes and a Porshe, when she wasn't being driven around in a limo by a driver to certain charity functions, shopping sprees, or lunches at the exclusive country club.

But Carl worked long hours frequently and traveled alot and she soon grew bored spending so much alone.Their gated estate was simply wonderful, nine bedrooms, five baths, a pool on six acres of manicured ground but Isabelle was totally dissatified with the master bathroom. She hated the color of the marble and wanted a bigger whirlpool bath and shower installed. Of course Carl indulged his wife and agreed to let her hire a contracter of her choice to remodel their spacious master bath the way she wanted it. The cost didn't matter as long as Isabelle got whatever her little ol' heart desired. A dear friend from the country club recommended a local contracter who had recently remodeled her bathroom and informed her that he did excellant work. Yes he was rather expensive but he was worth every penny, not to mention being very good looking. The tall dark and handsome type. Isabelle decided to contact 'Antonio's Custom Fine Tile and Marble Works' for an estimate. She was determined to get whatever she wanted and money was no object...

 

[makofin]

Antonio never turned down a job, no matter how big or small. He did his own estimates instead relying on someone else to do them for him. Antonio was a blue collar man and proud of his small company and reputation. His best jobs were for remodeling homes in the wealthier neighborhoods around the city, despite the complications of sometimes dealing with the rich and their demands. And Mrs Anderson was no exception to the rule. Within minutes of meeting the couple Antonio could tell who was in control of their marriage. Mr. Anderson just sat there like a wimp while his wife asked all the questions and dominated the conversation. She sat there crossing her stocking clad legs, wanting to see all the samples he had to offer. Antonio could smell her perfume and had to keep his eyes adverted from her enticing cleaveage and fine shapely legs which were a magor distaction to say the least. This bitch was hot. Antonio noticed that she kept fingering a key that she wore on a gold necklace, as if showing it off to him. Could it mean what he thought it did ?

Mrs. Anderson offered to let him see the bathroom in which she wanted remodeled. As he followed her upstairs Antonio couldn't help but notice the exaggerated the sway of her hips in her short dress. Mr. Anderson followed meekly close behind, not saying a word. Once iside the spacious master bath Antonio took out his tape measure and evaluted the cost of the project. These people were filthy rich and could afford anything he asked for.

" I'm so sorry Mr. Valdez but we hardly have any water pressure up here anymore and I don't know why. My husband was unable to correct the problem. " Mrs Anderson said when he turned on the faucet to the sink.

" That really shouldn't be an issue Mrs. Anderson, I can fix that easily enough if you hire me. " Antonio assurred her.

" Why yes Mr. Valdez, I'm so excited, I can't wait until I have the bathroom I always dreamed of ! Isabelle said excitingly. It seemed her mind was already made up, no matter the cost.

Antonio listened as she described her vison for her master bathroom. Mrs Anderson demanded the best of everything and she came across as spoiled and priviledged. Mr. Anderson stood by silently the whole time daring not to interrupt her, like a good meek and mild husband. I gave a estimate that was on the higher side,having a feeling that this project could be difficult and run well overcost. Mrs. Anderon accepted the price without any hesitation. They discussed the details downstairs over coffee served by a young pretty latina maid. Mrs. Anderson wanted Antonio to go with her as soon as possible to pick out the marble instead of her husband who knew nothing about construction. It was decided that they would both go to the warehouse tomorrow.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle had her usual breakfast in bed served by her maid before getting up and dressing to go to pick out her marble with Antonio. For some reason she had thought about him all night, he really wasn't her type being a blue collar man but she had to admit he was hunk with all those muscles and tatooes. Antonio definately had a dominant personality so unlike her own passive husband. Last night after he left Isabelle was so turned on that she had rode her poor hubbys face as he laid on his back on the bed, smothering him with her cunt until she had an orgasm. She was looking forward to seeing the contractor this morning when he picked her up to go to the tile warehouse. Now what should she wear ? Something sexy that showed alot of leg. Isabelle was proud of her body and shapely toned legs. Every night before bed she made Carl apply lotion to her body to keep her skin soft and smoothe. Isabelle loved to tease him, even making him suffer, not permitting to cum unless given permission, which wasn't very often. Isabelle liked to hear him beg to eat her pussy and please her, hoping for a reward. Sometimes she could be rather cruel, using him as a chair or a table for hours on end. Yes Isabelle was the ultimate bitch ! Once she had made her husband stand naked except for his panties in the corner like a human floor lamp for hours. If he dared speak or protest it would only make his punishment worse. Feeling playful Isabelle would go play with his little penis and make it erect before bringing him to the edge.

As Isabelle did her hair and make up she decided to send Carl a selfie. She made him wear his cage while at the office and she liked to tease him. [ hey darling do you think Antonio will like my dress ? ]and pressed send...