Playful Trophy Wifes

angelique127

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My name is Sapphire Anderson and I am married to a fine gentleman who happens to be very wealthy and successful. I would never consider nothing less having been a spoilt little rich princess and daddys girl all of my life. Of course I have been referred to as an entitled bitch but those that call me that are just jealous and envious of my lifestyle. Really I could care less...

Alan my loving and devoted husband is a corporate lawyer. He is slightly older than me by a few years but this doesn't matter in the least. Yes he spends at least ten hours a day at the office, if not more but my husband always makes up for it and showers me with gifts and flowers. Alan is always very considerate to my needs. Truthfully I have almost anything my heart desires...my life is almost like an endless honeymoon ! Trips to Europe and exotic islands, staying in expensive hotels, dining in the five star restaurants, shopping in exclusive establishments and such, driving a mercedes, it is so exciting to be me...my shoe collection alone would make your head spin ! Not to mention my lingerie and designer dresses !

Thankfully Alan is off on the weekends unless he is traveling abroad on business. On Friday nights we like to play a little game together if he is not away. He likes me to get all dressed up and meet him at a club downtown after work. I sit at the bar by myself while he sits alone at a table nearby. We see how many males approach and engage me in conversation and buy me a glass of wine. You would be surprised how many men will approach you even if you are wearing your wedding rings. Alan likes to watch me flirt for awhile before he comes to my rescue and introduces himself as my husband' putting an end to any further flirtation. !

I prepare myself for our evening of adventure. My hubby loves when I wear a garter belt with stockings and high heels, knowing he will ravish when we get home after an evening of teasing and playing. I always wear dresses or tops which show off my ample cleaveage in public or private. Another way to attract male attention is to always cross your legs when you sit down keeping them visable and not hid under a table. It is important to appear very feminine and female, like an old fashioned southern belle. I happen to be one, being born in Georgia and I been told my accent drives men crazy. My make up is always flawless, as well as my manicures and long blonde hair. A lady in public and a wicked slut behind closed doors, for my husband only of course !

{ by PM only } thank you :kiss:
 
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I am the luckiest guy in the world bare none. Not only do I have a career which earns six figures a year, an estate that I inherited from my parents but I happen to be married to the most beautiful blonde goddess to grace the planet earth. Sapphire is a treasure and I can't help but spoiling her and giving whatever her heart desires. My only regret is that I spend alot of time at the office, sometimes twelve hours a day or more and frequently go away on long business trips. I know she misses me and gets bored sometimes so when we do have the opportunity to spend time together we like to make the most of it. Besides a couple of vacations on an exotic island and our honeymoon in Bermuda, we like to discover new clubs and restaurants slash bars in our city or nearby. On Friday evenings after work, if I am off the next day, we like to play a little game. Sapphire gets all dolled up and usually arrives before me and takes a seat at the bar or at a table. I soon follow and take a seat nearby, pretending that we don't know each other. I watch while other men engage my gorgeous wife in conversation, buy her drinks and attempt to pick her up despite that she is wearing her wedding ring. It is harmless fun and before it gets too serious I intervine, introducing myself as her husband. Truthfully several of the guys are not happy about my sudden appearance out of nowhere but later when Sapphire and I retire to our bedroom we like to fantasize about it !
 
I was fortunate enough to find a parking space to park my Mercedes close to the nightclub where I was to meet up with my husband. It had a reputation of being in a bad part of town. My best friend, Wendy, who was single and care free told me that a lot of hot guys went there on the weekend. In another words, it was a perfect place to play our little game...

As I entered I noticed it was crowded but their were several stools available at the bar. I took off my fur coat and sat down, sitting sideways and crossing my legs seductively. Almost immediately the young good looking bartender took my order and I asked for a glass of wine. Glancing around I noticed it was more or less a mixed crowd, several well dressed couples or groups sitting at tables engaging in conversation. It was still early and I was positive by midnight the dance floor would be full of patrons. I couldn't help but notice that there was a group of black males sitting in the corner at the bar...

One big bold black male was staring at me from across the room with a rather arrogant look on his face. I quickly adverted my eyes looking elsewhere, hoping Alan would show up soon...
 
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I loved Fridays when I was off for the weekend. There was nothing better than spending it with my lovely wife. We usually played a little game where Sapphire would get all dressed up and sit at the bar while I watched guys try to pick her up before I finally interceeded. Most males didn't care if she was married or not and hit on her despite that she was wearing a wedding ring.

As usual I sat at a empty table next to the bar. Sapphire was already seated on a barstool with her legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine. We pretended that we didn't know each other. The waitress eventually took my drink order and I sat back and watched. It was still early and the place wasn't that crowded yet except for a few single black gentlemen at the far side of the bar. Hopefully the place would fill up with more single males instead of so many couples. I would never consider swinging or sharing my beautiful wife with anybody. This was just a little game we liked to play seeing how many guys would hit on my gorgeous wife.
 
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Except for the black males on the far side of the bar the only other unattached person was a white male sitting alone nursing his drink. Everyone else were either couples or in groups together. I noticed Alan enter after a few minutes and the pretty hostess seat him at a nearby table. He gave me a wink, sending a signal that he was enjoying the game we had planned.

Sipping my wine I didn't have long to wait before one of the black guys sat down beside me. This was unusual in a way, never had a black man approached me before in public while playing our little game. Most of the males that did were older and white and married themselves. Not that single younger men didn't try to seduce me sometimes.

I suddenly felt very nervous ...one of the black gentlemen in pictucular was staring at me with a confident smirk on his face, making me feel rather uncomfortable. I quickly adverted my eyes away and pretended to concentrate on my drink. To be perfectly honestI was slightly apprehensive, black males had a reputation of being aggressive and forward, although these gentlemen came across as successful and well dressed in expensive suits and ties...
 
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Club Zebra

Friday night. It's early but by nine pm after the dinner crowd this place will be filled with single as well as married women. Myself, I prefer white married females. They offer more of a challenge than their single counterparts, although as long as they are beautiful and white it really doesn't matter. I find white females more sexy and feminine above all others. After they are 'groomed' they become the perfect willing and submissive pets ever.

It's all about power. Deep down inside a female is naturally attracted to the alpha male. It doesn't take long for them to realize that the black male is superior and better. We are stronger and bigger. The white boys can't compete with us and in the end we always get the trophy.

And across the bar was a blonde trophy wife sitting alone. From this distance I couldn't noticing the expensive rock upon her finger. Just the type I like. Wealthy, entitled and privileged and not knowing the pleasure of being with a black man.

Adjusting my tie I made my way to the other side of the bar and sat down next to her.

" Pleased to meet you, my name is Jerome Davis. "
 
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" Pleased to meet you, my name is Jerome Davis."

I felt my heart skip a beat. He was so close I could smell his manly colongne...

" My name is Sapphire...Sapphire Anderson. " I introduced myself trying not to blush. For some reason I couldn't help but cross my legs when Jerome undressed me with eyes, making me feel almost naked...

I had a feeling Mr. Davis was a very 'dangerous' man to be around...

" This is my first time coming here, do you come here often ? " I asked, making conversation.
 
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I now knew her name. She informed me that this was the first time coming here and asked me if I came her often, making small talk. I could tell by her body language and the way she kept re-crossing her shapely legs she was nervous about something. Maybe Sapphire wasn't comfortable or used to being approached by black guys while alone at a bar. That was about to change, along with her whole life. It was going to get alot better.

" Yes I come here often on the weekends. I like all the beautiful white females and wives who come here also. "

" Really ? Even the married ones ? " she asked, raising her eyebrows.

" Especially married woman, as long as they are beautiful. "

Sapphire took a sip of her wine and twirled a finger in her long blonde hair.

" So why you are sitting here alone without your husband ? " I asked her, thinking the guy must be a fool to let his gorgeous wife sit here all by herself with so many aggressive males around, like myself.
 
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" So why are you sitting here alone without your husband ? "

" My husband was supossed to meet me here after work but I think he got delayed at a meeting and is going to be late. " I lied to him but role playing our little secret game. " Im sure that he will be here soon. "

This did not seem to discourage Jerome in the least and he signaled the batender and bought me another glass of wine...

" Why thank you Mr. Davis. You are quite the gentlemen. "

Jerome smirked, his eyes boldly lingering over my cleavage, making me feel naked

I had a feeling that Mr. Davis was a very dangerous man to be around, using his charm and good looks to get what he wanted...on the other hand I wondered how long my husband was going to wait before coming to rescue me from this big bad alpha black male.

I did my best not to look in my husbands direction not wishing to give away our little secret but wanting to see Alans reaction to the circumstances...
 
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My jaw dropped when I saw this big black guy sit down on the barstool next to my wife. I'm not in any way a racist but something like this has never happened before. Usually we prefer to play this in better upscale bars in our own better side of town but my wife heard from a friend that this was a nice place to go and wanted to check it out. If you asked me it was kind of seedy. Three black hookers were sitting at the next table discussing their tricks. I hoped they didn't proposition me but thankfully they didn't seem interested.

My wife however seemed interested in the guy sitting next to her. I could tell by her smile and the way she played with her hair with her finger. Another give away was that she crossed her legs several times and placed a finger underneath her stocking top in a teasing manner.

I couldn't hear what they were talking about but Sapphire seemed to be interested and hung on to every word that he was saying. My wife had always been a natural born flirt and could use it to her own advantage if she liked.

This was different and I couldn't help feeling a little anxious about it. We didn't associate with very many black people in our inner circle. Suddenly I got a feeling that I should get my wife away from this big well dressed black guy and we both leave before it was too late and things went any further.

I decided it might be best not to interrupt yet and wait to see what played out a little longer.
 
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It was going to be a pleasure to groom this fine married white female. I always moved slow and took my time especially with a woman who never had the 'woke' experience of being with a black male ! Each day more white females, both married or not, were discovering a better lifestyle that they never imagined existed.

I knew I had found my next conquest.

" So if your husband doesn't show up in the next fifteen minutes would you like to take a ride in my limo and go to this club I know uptown ? I have a feeling you would enjoy it, if you know what I mean ? " I asked her gazing directly in her pretty eyes before delibertly dropping them down to her enticing cleavage. I couldn't help but notice that she crossed her legs againand twirled a finger in her hair.
 
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Jerome invited me to go to a club uptown if my husband didn't show up soon. It didn't seem to matter to him that I was a married woman...

" Thank you but I'm positive that my husband will be here shortly. " I informed him taking a sip of my wine. I have to confess I was a little uncomfortable with the way he was undressing me with his eyes ! Not that I could really blame him, I had dressed rather provocatively for the evening...

" So...do you often invite married women out to a club in your spare time ? " I inquired making conversation.
 
" So do you often invite married women out to a club in your spare time ? "

Not really, unless they are beautiful like you are. I also prefer white females only, I find them far more feminine and sexy than their counterparts. If they are married that is even better. "

Sapphire looked at me and arched her eyebrows. " Really. And why is that ? "

" Because married women are more of a challenge. " I answered, watching as she finished her wine.

" Would you like another glass of wine ? Until your husband arrives. "

She fluttered her long eyelashes and then glanced at her phone.
 
Jerome offered to buy me another glass of wine. It didn't take very many to get me tipsy and I already was slightly intoxicated. However I decided to have another hoping it would help calm my nerves. Why wasn't Alan coming to rescue me from this charming black male who adored white females especailly if they were married.

What was he waiting for ?

The tall dark and handsome stranger apparently liked to seduce white females and was quite the player. Until my hubby came to claim his prize trophy wife I had to play along with this handsome and charming black gentleman.

" So how many white wives have agreed to go to this club with you ? " I inquired, interested in knowing...
 
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She asked how many wives had went to our exclusive club.

" Lets just say the females outnumber the males two to one. It is private for members only. In other words for white females and black males only. "

" Oh really."

" Yes. All the wives and white females love it. "

" And why is that ? " she asked, twirling her hair and running her fingernail around the edge of her glass.

" Because they are around powerful dominant black males like me. " I answered.

Sapphire bit her lower lip, looking uncertain.

Meanwhile the four piece band had set up on the stage. A beautiful sultry female singer was doing a sound check on the sound moniter. They were called the Sultans of Swing and performed here every other friday nite.

" Would you like to dance ? "
 
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I think our little game had went alittle to far. This black guy did not look like someone to mess with. I decided it was best if I watched from afar and let it play out. Surely my wife would find a way to reject him without my help.

Jealously was getting the better of me, I realized as I watched them talk to each other. Meanwhile I felt powerless and unable to move to prevent what was happening.

Why was she behaving like a little slut and flirting with him ? I knew I should get up and approach them and interrupt what was going on between them. But I didn't dare mess with this big black guy who was sweet talking my wife.
 
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I considered Jeromes propsal to dance, it wasn't often I got the chance to dance with someone, since Alan had two left feet and refused to dance with me except for that awkward time at our wedding ceremony...

Truthfully I thought that Allen would not appreicate me dancing with a black man very much but he had his chance to interrupt us and go with the game plan as agreed upon. Instead he sat there and watched while this big black did his best to seduce me.

Just the way Jerome was looking at me and undressing me with his eyes made me melt inside...

" I would be delghted sir. "

Like a gentleman Jerome led me to the dance floor. It wasn't very crowded yet, in fact we were the only couple out there ! I was aware of my husband watching us when Jerome took me in his arms as well as several other patrons doing so. It was a slow romantic tune and we glided around the dance floor. I was aware of the powerful muscles of his chest and arms as he held me close. Soon I felt his hand slip down and cup my ass under my short skirt. Startled at his boldness I glanced over at Allan to see his reaction but he just sat there looking !

For some reason I didn't protest or object to Jeromes rather agrressive behavior and permitted him to fondle my tight round ass cheeks in front of everyone who was watching...
 
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I knew it was only a matter of time before the married white female gave into the temptation of being with a black male. It was like they were naturally meant to be groomed by us. A beautiful white submissive female and a superior black dominant male were made to be together.

" I want you to give me your phone number. " I said, it was not a request as much as a demand.

" You are aware that I am a married woman. "

" So what ? Haven't I told you I prefer married women ? "

" Yes. If I give you my number you have to promise not to call me when my husband is at home. He leaves for work before nine AM everyday except on the weekends. "

That was when I knew that it was only a matter of time before she gave in.
 
I was beginning to panic...why wasn't my hubby coming to my rescue like we had agreed upon. The longer I was around this attractive, intriguing and confident black male the more I was becoming aroused...now I really understood the meaning of tall, dark and handsome ! There was something about him that sent a message that he was a very dominant alpha male. That he dared touch my derriere in public in front of anyone who happened to be watching { including my husband } sent a thrill down my spine. Needless to say my panties were getting more damp by the moment....

" Oh please don't you care if someone notices what you are doing to me ? " I protested, but not insisting he stop what he was doing...

Jerome only smirked, slipping a finger underneath my sheer panty and used it to explore between my ass cheeks like he owned me...

"Oh please sir...what would happen if my husband walked in and discovered us dancing and you fondling my ass ? " I persisted, beginning to squirm. I coundn't believe he was being so bold to do this...
 
The blonde trophy wife asked me what would happen if her husband walked in and caught them dancing. Like I could care less.

" I doubt he would have the balls to confront me, if he was smart. " I said continuing to explore the married blondes fine ass at my leisure, not caring who was watching us.

" As I said before if your husband was a man he wouldn't let his beautiful wife alone at a club like this filled with agressive men like me. "

For some reason Sapphire didn't meet my eyes but her body seemed to relax and melt into my powerful arms. What kind of loser could leave his gorgeous wife alone in a place like this ? Just another typical white boy who couldn't handle his own wife.

" Some friends of mine are having an after hour party downtown that I think you would enjoy if you would like to go with me. I could give you a ride home afterward. "
 
He was so bold to invite me to go to an after hours party with him and offered to drive me home afterwards. Jerome could care less that I was married and seemed rather emboldened that I was. I glanced at my husband who wasn't coming to my rescue like agreed upon and was getting more nervous by the moment. How could Allen just sit there and watch while this black gentleman fondled me like he owned me ?

Thankfully the song ended and Jerome escorted me back to our seats at the bar. I had to admit I was attracted to him to a certain extent. He was very charming, if not confident and masculine, unlike my hubby who was more or less passive. Still I reminded myself that I was a married woman and this was only a game we liked to play !

I decided it was time to excuse myself and go to the ladies room before this went any further. Taking a deep breath I realized my panties were damp from being around Jerome and I immediately texted my husband to save me.

[ Allen what are you waiting for ? I need you to intervene now ! Didn't you see him feeling up my ass while we were dancing ? ] I texted...
 
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I read the message with a sense of dread. How in the hell was I going to extract myself from this situation without pissing off this big black guy ? The last thing I wanted to do was intervine.

[ I'm sorry baby we need to leave as soon as possible. I just don't think it is a good idea if I confront his guy at this time, if you know what I mean ! ] I responded back, hoping to extract ourselves from this dangerous situation.

I anxiously waited for her response. Before long Sapphire returned from the restroom and sat back down next to him and crossed her legs, smiling and conferring in conversation as if nothing was wrong. I wanted to approach them and end this charade but I didn't dare. My gorgeous wife seemed to be enjoying herself and to be having fun at my expense.
 
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I knew my husband was getting antsy and was wanting to leave now, having taking the game to far. Obviously he was intimidated by this big black guy and didn't dare approach us. I didn't want to continue to make excuses for his absence so I continued to flirt with him. When my hubby was ready to rescue me from this charming dark stranger he might do so. Until then I decided to be seduced...

Truthfully I liked the way Jerome undressed me with his eyes, making me feel exposed and almost naked under his bold eyes while my husband was watching, apparently afraid to interfer. Jerome told me how much he liked white females and preffered married blondes. I asked him why and he said liked to seduce married white wives because it made him feel powerful and superior. It was only natural that black males dominated white females married or not....

Suddenly I felt the desire to get away from this bold black male before it was too late. I had already given him my private phone number and if my husband knew he would not be very pleased. Our little game had went too far...

I pretended to order an uber on my I phone to give me a ride home and make my escape from this handsome and charming black male...inside I was torn, I wanted him to call me after my huubby left for work because I was bored but on the other hand I knew it was wrong and I should do my best to avoid him.

" It was so nice meeting you, sir, but I must get home. My ride should be here soon. " I made my excuses, anxious to leave for some reason or the other...
 
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I was relieved to get out of there without having an incident of any kind. This black guy didn't look like the kind of guy you wanted to mess with. As I drove home I couldn't stop thinking about the way my wife had responded to him, twirling her hair with her finger and smiling while making a display of crossing her legs several times in front of him. Sapphire seemed to be quite fascinated and most interested to say the least. It was like she hang onto every word he said. The stranger was obviously out to seduce my loving white wife. I was determined never to return to that place again.

Despite the situation I was somewhat excited by tonight's events. It only proved how beautiful Sapphire was and that no man could resist her. She was mine and I was one hell of a lucky guy to have such a prize. Let those other chumps eat their heart out with envy, she belonged to me ! I was her sugar daddy.

I knew that she had beat me home first and was waiting upstairs in our bedroom. I took a deep breathe before entering, looking forward to what I would find waiting there for me. Was she as excited as I was ?

Sapphire was reclining on the bed looking like a goddess in her lingerie, stockings and heels !
 
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" Why there you are sugar ! What took you so long ? " I asked upon seeing my hubby enter the room. I lifted my leg up showing it off for him. I knew how much Allen liked to see me in stockings and heels. It had the effect on him that I thought it would. Allen looked pleased, if not tongue tied...

" Well honey, are you just going to stand there and keep me waiting or are you going to get out of your clothes and join me ? "

Allen didn't need to be asked twice, within moments he had stripped down and discarded his suit and was stark naked except for his boxers. Meanwhile I sat up on the side of the bed, crossing my legs...knowing what was expected of him, Allen knelt at my feet taking my polished heel in his hand. He began to worship it with his tongue...

" What a good boy ! Do you like pleasing me, darling ? "

" Yes ma'am..."

" Very well...you may remove my heel and massage my foot with your tongue. " I demanded, delighted by how fast Allen rushed to obey my wish.

I had trained my husband to give me foot massages after a long day of wearing high heels around the house. Allen knew how to perform all of his duties...it was only a matter of time before we got to the next level ! My pleasure always came first and before long my passive helpless husband was on his back while I smothered him while riding his face ! I think he loved it as much as I did ! The proof was in the pudding and his little dickie was stiff. " Don't you dare have a little accident without my permission ! " I warned feeling his dickie start to throb in my hand...knowing from experience Allen wouldn't be able to last much longer before losing control I decided to bring him to the edge...

" Oh darling, if you only knew what that black guy said to me while we were sitting at the bar tonight...you would be so upset ! "

Allen muttered something or other I didn't understand as he slurped my wet pussy ! He groaned and spilled his seed onto my palm and at the same time my cunt gushed all over his cute willing face...
 
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