My wife, Heather, is the epitome of a trophy wife. We both know that. And both of us are fully comfortable with that. We have discussed this quite a bit over our time together.
Yesterday things went further. Maybe too far. Maybe I crossed the line. I think it's accurate to say that Heather is now considered my Trophy Slut Wife by those involved. Maybe I pushed her into something she didn't want. But I think she liked what happened. I'll know more later this morning when she awakens and we can talk about it.
But for you to fully understand what I'm talking about, I need to tell you the entire story. First let me tell you a bit more about each of us. Then I'll tell you our story from a few years back, before we were married, up through last night.
My name is Jack Winters. I was the BMOC two years ago as I was the star quarterback on the State U. football team. A pro football career appeared possible in my future until a knee injury the last game of my junior year ended that dream. Yes, I was able to play my senior year on a repaired knee, but pro ball was no longer in the cards. Fortunately I was also a good student and I did complete my degree in finance. I am, 6' 4", 230 pounds, with a very athletic build, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. I must say that others would describe me as tall, rugged, and handsome. I am that guy that the other guys hate. I likely could have dated any girl on campus that I wanted. By my senior year the only girl for me was Heather.
Heather Wilson is a gorgeous, drop-dead beautiful woman. Her face glows, her smile a mile wide, and those emerald green eyes mesmerizing, and all this framed by her long wavy auburn hair is breathtaking beautiful. And her body is even better. She has these perfectly shaped 36-DD breasts, a 26" waist, and 36" hips with a curvy ass that all the other girls longed to have. When she walks, every eye turns, and I mean every eye, not just the male eyes. Heather was a cheerleader at State U., the head cheerleader for her last two years. She has a powerful presence, leadership, and unbounded energy. She is what every man wants. And she was my girlfriend.
That January of our senior year, the football season was over and I could devote more time to my final semester of college, think about my future, and how I wanted Heather to always be part of my life. I have to say that the clincher was how incredible the sex was with her. I'm a big, strong man, taught by professional trainers to have great stamina, but when Heather and I got it on, she always wore me out. And even if she'd had many orgasms, she always wanted more. She was a fucking machine. Yes, I knew I had to keep her.
One Saturday night I took Heather out for a dinner date to one of the classiest restaurants in the city. I had a ring with a good sized diamond in my pocket and I was prepared to ask her to marry me, hopefully a June wedding, soon after graduation. I was dressed in slacks, a dress shirt, and a dinner jacket without a tie. A bit casual, and a bit classy was the look. Heather looked fantastic. She had her hair up, heavy makeup that featured her eyes and lips. She wore a simple, little black dress that accentuated her long lean legs, her bountiful breasts, and her curvy hips and ass. More than once I heard someone whistle at her as we entered the restaurant.
I had earlier coordinated things with the restaurant staff. After dinner they would bring us glasses of champagne, and in her glass would be my ring for her. Yes, a bit corny, but I'd heard it works.
Dinner was going great. We had great food, great wine, and great conversation. We talked about how the school year was going, our sport activities, our classes as we pushed towards graduation, and about some of the many friends we had. As I had planned, after dinner the waiter brought flutes of champagne, which caught Heather by surprise. I offered a toast to a great future for us. She gave me a questioning eye as we began to sip the champagne.
With our champagne about half finished, Heather set down her flute and looked at me.
"What's happening here?" she asked.
"We're having a special dinner together." I responded, acting cool, knowing the big moment was close at hand.
She appeared unsure about my answer. She tilted her head to the side and continued to just look at me.
"Have some more champagne." I suggested.
"You know you don't have to get me drunk to have sex with me. I'm already planning on spending the night in your bed." Heather was straightforward if nothing else.
"This is about a whole lot more that getting you into my bed tonight." I said, obviously implying I was serious about something. "Please, drink some more champagne. To our future!" I raise my flute in another toast.
Heather raised her glass and took a longer sip. She froze as she caught some movement inside the flute. Again she gave me a questioning eye as she slowly tilted her glass and allowed the ring to slide to her lips. Holding the ring between her lips, she set her flute down. She took the ring in her fingers and held it up, looking at it closely and looking at me.
"And what is this?" she asked slowly.
"I want you to be a part of my life forever. Heather Wilson will you honor me by becoming my wife?"
I could see a tear in her eye. Her hand was trembling as she placed her hands on the table, still holding the ring. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. We sat in silence for the longest few seconds of my life. 'Surely she will say Yes' I thought. 'Why the need to think about this?'
Heather took a second deep breath, opened her eyes and slowly began to speak.
"Before I say 'Yes', I need to tell you some things about me. What I say may change your mind and you may want to withdraw the proposal. I would fully understand."
I was shocked. Before I could protest she raised her hand to stop me, and she continued.
"Please listen to me. This is very important as one way or another we will both have to live with what I tell you."
I leaned back and sat against the back of my chair. I folded my hands in my lap. I was all ears, but I was certain there was nothing she could say that would change my mind. I fully intended to have her as my wife.
"You know I love you very much. I do want to be your wife. That begins with being fully honest with you." Heather spoke slowly and deliberately. "You know I love sex. More than you know. You may have heard rumors about me. Most of them are true. I've had sex with many people, like a dozen or so of the football team, most of the basketball team, and some of the baseball team."
She paused and looked at me. Indeed I had heard the rumors. I didn't know if they were true, or how many sex partners she'd had.
Heather continued: "I've also had sex with every member of the cheer-leading squad; all the guys and all the girls. I've had sex with most of the girls basketball team, the girls volleyball team, and some of the girls on the track team. I'm not as smart as you, Jack. I have problems passing all my classes, especially with all my cheer-leading activities. To pass some of my classes, I've had sex of some sort with several of my professors, male and female. Many people would say I am a slut, and I guess they would be right."
