Impregnating A Trophy Wife Ch 03

The final part of my story "Impregnating a Trophy Wife".

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I still call her 'trophy wife' because I never found out her real name. I had first met her just over a year a go; I had only been eighteen at the time and she was a stunningly beautiful married woman probably in her late twenties.

She had knocked me off my bicycle while drunk driving, and I had blackmailed her into having sex to stop me going to the police. I had had fucked her three times and, unbeknownst to her, I had secretly videoed the whole thing.

The recording was even hotter now that I had discovered that she had subsequently had a baby. I supposed that I couldn't be completely sure, but there was a good chance that it was mine.

I simply could not stop thinking about her. I had no interest in the child, but I desperately wanted to have her again. Even without the age gap between us, she was completely 'out of my league'. But I had realized that I could use my video for blackmail. With a bit of planning and a little luck, I might be able to extort my way back into her panties.

I knew that I shouldn't, I knew that it was wrong, but the prospect of having sex with this beautiful 'trophy wife' again was too compelling. I couldn't seem to stop myself...

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Once I had plucked up the courage to go ahead with my wicked plan, I rapidly set about putting it into action.

So that I had an anonymous way of contacting her, I brought a 'burner phone'; a cheap, prepaid, mobile phone that I purchased with the help of some ID that I 'borrowed' from one of my student housemates.

A big problem was that I didn't know her telephone number, I would have to get her to call me.

I scouted her impressive house a few times, waiting for her to be on her own. One day when I cycled past, her husband's car was gone and only 'trophy wife's' Range Rover was on the driveway.

This car was new, it wasn't the one she had knocked me off my bicycle in. It was a gleaming red upgrade with blacked-out windows, the latest and highest spec model. Apparently she couldn't drive anything, on her short journeys to the gym and beauty salon, that wasn't this year's model and the size of a tank.

I sneaked up to her front door and posted my blackmail letter through her letterbox before slipping away.

The letter was very simple; just one printed page consisting of a screen capture image from my helmet camera of her car pulling out in front of me just before the crash. She was clearly identifiable as the driver. Under that I put my new mobile number and a simple message 'I'm the father of your baby! Text me back or I will tell your husband'.

I received a text from her within a few minutes. It was not however what I had hoped to read. It just said, 'LEAVE ME ALONE!'

This was not going to be quite as easy as I had at first hoped.

Now that I had her number, I texted her back several times demanding that she meet up with me. However, she didn't respond. She must have decided that I wasn't serious and was trying to ignore me.

To be fair to her, I never really intended to carry out my threat. What would I gain if I ruined her marriage? Also, if the truth about our baby was revealed she might start demanding child support.

I still had the video of us having sex. That was the 'Ace up my sleeve' and I decided to withhold it for now. I would save my video until I found the perfect moment to apply maximum pressure.

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I realized that for my plan to work, I needed to scare her. I needed to make her think that I was serious and that I really would carry out my threat to tell her husband.

By pure luck, a few days later in the center of Norwich, I spotted 'trophy wife' and her husband pushing a pram amongst the crowds of shoppers.

'Trophy wife' didn't spot me trailing behind her in the busy street, she was too busy window shopping and admiring her own reflection.

I watched her and her husband for a while. I wasn't the only one who found her attractive; there was hardly a man who passed her that did not at least turn his head to look at her. Many men, even those with female companions, were quite blatant about it, giving her long lingering leers.

Her husband looked bored and called out to her that he was going to get a coffee and started to walk ahead towards a coffee shop a little way up the road.

I saw my chance and quickly overtook her and approached him. Her husband was a foot shorter than I was. He was slim, well dressed and had an air of arrogance about him. A man clearly used to bossing others around and getting his way.

I walked up to him. "Excuse me."

"I'm not interested." he grunted. Probably assuming that I was a beggar or trying to sell something.

"I'm sorry, I just wondered if you could point me in the direction of Norwich Cathedral?" I persisted, pretending to be a tourist.

I glanced back at 'Trophy Wife' just as she looked up and spotted me talking to her husband. She visibly blanched.

The street was noisy, and she was too far away to hear that I was simply asking him for directions. Obviously panicking she rushed towards us desperately weaving her pram through the pedestrians in her way.

"Do you see that massive stone spire on the horizon?" he replied with a sneer, clearly thinking that I was an idiot.

"Oh yes...Sorry!" I said with a self-depreciating smile.

"Anthony!" came 'trophy wife's' agitated shout. She was sprinting towards us using her pram to bulldoze pedestrians aside.

I said a quick thanks to him and moved away in the direction of the Cathedral, flashing an evil smirk at 'trophy wife' as we passed each other.

"Are you Okay?" her husband asked her when she rushed up him.

I heard her frightened voice over the general hubbub as she questioned her husband "What did he want? What did he say?"

So that I could overhear them, I stopped and pretended to wait in the queue for an ice-cream vendor a little way down the street.

"He only asked me for directions." came her husband's irritated reply.

"I'm sorry I thought... I don't know what I thought...I just didn't like the look of him." she said, clearly flustered.

"You've seemed a bit nuts for the past couple of days. What's wrong with you?".

"I don't know, maybe my hormones are a bit messed up since the baby." she responded as they walked away.

Soon they were out of earshot, but I watched them a while longer. She kept looking back giving me anxious glances as they moved away down the street.

Her husband was clearly a jerk, but I felt a little sorry for him. He was bringing up my child thinking that it was his own and I was planning to impregnate his wife again.

A few hours later I received a text from her, it simply gave a date: Tomorrow at 3pm and a place: The cafe on the top floor of a well-known Norwich department store.

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For safety's sake 'trophy wife' wanted to meet in a very public place, which was fair enough.

I knew that what I was doing was highly illegal, if the police arrested me, I would go to prison for a very long time, my life would be ruined. If I had used my brain I would have left and never looked back. However, I wanted her so much that I was basically being led by my teenage cock.

I turned up to the cafe early and waited. I couldn't see anyone that looked like they might be her husband, a hired thug, or a police officer. It was mostly just old people and women with young children.

I was sat at a small table and partially concealed by a concrete column and she didn't see me when she entered the Cafe pushing a pram.

She was dressed in a tight cashmere top, a cute little plaid skirt, black tights and leather boots. Not deliberately dressed to look sexy, but she looked lovely all the same. I suspected that she would look good whatever she wore.

To be safe, I waited a few more minutes to check that no one was with her. Only a few old people came in. No one who might be a cop.

'This is it!' I thought to myself as I got up and walked to her table.

I knew that getting her to obey me would be a lot easier if I looked confident. If I looked as if I held all the cards and that she had no choice. I couldn't let her see how nervous I really was.

She was staring in the direction the cafe entrance, sipping a latte, and anxiously playing with a lock of her hair.

Without asking I pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. She started with surprise at my sudden appearance, clearly not expecting me to come from that direction.

"It's mine, isn't it?" I said looking at the gurgling baby swaddled in its pram.

She blushed but didn't deny it.

We spoke quietly and the cafe was quite noisy, so I didn't think that anyone could overhear us.

"This is Oliver" she said proudly looking at her baby and rocking the pram gently. "Do you want to hold him?"

"Nah!"

She looked surprised and a little upset that I had no interest in our baby.

"If you don't want contact with Oliver then what do you want?" she asked.

"I want to fuck you again." I said matter-of-factually.

She was clearly shocked. She sat there staring at me in stunned silence with her mouth hanging open for several seconds.

"I'm a married lady." she whispered eventually. "Haven't you done enough?"

I took out my smart phone and held it under the table where she could see the screen, but no one else in the cafe could.

I set the volume to mute and then proceeded to play a short, edited highlights video of our evening together.

When I had made the original video, she had been very drunk and had not realized that I had filmed her. 'Trophy wife' watched, initially confused, and then more and more horrified.

The video started with a clip of her being fucked on the kitchen counter. Then it moved on to a closeup of her face with her mouth full of my stiff cock. Then another closeup of her face flushed and gasping as I shafted her from behind. A shot in missionary position viewing up between her legs with my cock pulsing as I ejaculated into her. Then a lingering image of her well fucked pussy leaking my semen to finish the movie.

"Your husband isn't an idiot!" I said pointing at the date/time stamp in one corner of the screen. "If you want to stay married then you had better do as I tell you."

"Please don't tell him!" she begged "I signed a prenup agreement when we married, I would be left with nothing!"

She thought for a moment "I'll give you money."

"No, I want you, not your money." I replied. I don't know why; but blackmailing her for money seemed more dishonest than blackmailing her for sex.

She was looking desperate now. "I can't just come to you whenever you want me. Anthony will catch us!"

"I want you once a week and I don't care how you organize it." I told her sternly.

"Once a week! For how long? When will this ever end?" Her lip trembled; her big blue eyes teared up.

I felt a wicked thrill; from her body language I was certain that I had her. She would do what I told her.

We sat there discussing practicalities for a few more minutes. In the end we agreed that she would meet me four times a month. I also promised that our arrangement would only be for a year. Then I would go, and she would never see me again.

I didn't tell her that I was a student, but she probably guessed that I was. In a years' time my degree would be over, and I would be leaving the area anyway.

"When do you want me?" she asked in a timid voice looking defeated and dejected.

She looked so pretty, and she smelled lovely. I had to have her now. But where to take her? Thinking quickly, I stood up.

"Come with me" I said, grabbing the pram and pushing it out of the cafe.

"What are you doing?" she asked but she quickly got up and hurried after me.

I knew that wherever the pram with her baby in it went, she would follow. I didn't take her far; just outside cafe was the store's electrical department, full of televisions and expensive speaker systems. Next to this department a corridor led off to lifts and the customer toilets.

I was in luck, the baby changing cubicle was open and vacant. I wheeled the pram inside and as soon as she entered, I locked the door behind us.

"Be quiet!" I hissed pushing her up against the wall. She looked so sexy in her little plaid skirt and black tights.

I didn't mess around, she gasped as I reached under her skirt and cupped her pussy through her panties. She squirmed and wriggled but I would not be denied. I was so horny that I literally tore the gusset out of her tights, pulled her panties aside and rammed my index finger straight up inside of her.

"Oh god!" she moaned as I roughly fingered her, first with one finger then with two.

My body was pressed against hers and could feel her chest rising and falling in little gasps.

"I'm going to fuck you!" I hissed into her ear.

She made a little whimpering noise, but I felt her vagina lubricate and stretch around my probing fingers.

My cock was straining against my trousers. I yanked them down pressed my shaft against her belly.

"Not in here!" she pleaded looking around the cubical with disgust.

I suspect that she had never had sex anywhere less luxurious than a five-star hotel. Now she was being forced up against the wall in a public toilet.

Her soft leather boots had heels on, but she was a petite woman and much shorter than I was. I grabbed her under her pert buttocks and slid her up the wall until her pussy was level with my cock.

She clung on my shoulders to steady herself, one of her legs was pressed up and back against the wall, the other dangled in midair leaving her pussy accessible to the head of my probing cock.

I pulled my fingers out and quickly replaced them with the tip of my penis.

"You mustn't!" she moaned looking at me with her big pleading eyes.

"Silence" I commanded her with a low snarl. "I'm going to fuck you and you are going to be quiet! If we get caught in here it will be more embarrassing for you!"

"You horrid young man!" she mumbled in a whisper.

I grabbed her dangling leg and pressed that up against the wall as well. Now her pussy was completely open and vulnerable to me.

My cock pushed and probed slowly working its way inside her hot little body. I marveled in how tight her pussy was as, inch by inch, it surrendered to me.

She was trying to be quiet but each time my cock speared her a little deeper she gave out a whimper.

It seemed like and age before I finally won full possession of her body. I was balls deep up inside her. Her hot wet little hole gripped me like a vice.

"Oh god! Its right up me!" she moaned.

Now I started to fuck her in earnest.

I started slowly, enjoying the incredible feeling of shafting this defenseless beauty. It felt so good that after a few minutes I had lost all self control. I was thrusting up into her so powerfully that I was sliding her little body up and down the wall with my cock.

She was trying so hard not to moan that she was biting the fabric of my rugby shirt on one of my shoulders. But our heavy breathing and the soft wet slaps of my body pounding against her sex echoed around the little cubicle.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door "Is everything Okay in there?" came a woman's voice.

"We need to stop!" whispered 'trophy wife', alarmed that we had been discovered.

But I was too close, I wasn't going to stop for anything. Wild horses couldn't have made me pull out now. I just kept fucking her. I needed to cum, I wanted to fill her womb with my hot seed and make her mine.

There was another sharp knock.

'Trophy wife' called back "I'm sorry I won't be much longer!" As she said the word 'longer', my cock erupted into her, and her voice trailed off into a moan.

I held her firmly against the wall as my cock bucked and spurted inside her. I shot an enormous load into her tight pussy and the feeling of release was incredible. She looked at me with her big blue eyes and unhappy pout as I filled her womb to overflowing.

I stood there catching my breath, my cock still buried inside her and reveling in the feeling of power that ejaculating into her had given me.

"You put your semen inside me!" whispered 'trophy wife' looking up at me reproachfully.

"That's right! You took all my cum like a good girl!" I crooned into her ear.

She flushed angrily and hissed back, "I'm not a girl, I'm a married woman!"

I just smirked in response.

"What's going on in there?" came the suspicious voice from just outside the door.

This finally brought me back to my senses. I quickly pulled my wet cock out of her and let her slide back down the wall until she landed on her feet.

Even though she had recently had a baby, her vagina had still been beautifully tight. I found out how as I let her slide back down the wall. Her skirt rode up revealing a fine scar across her belly.

'Too posh to push' is a phrase that I had heard. To protect her lovely tight vagina for her husband, she must have elected to have a caesarean delivery. This had been expertly performed, the scar was still a little pink as it was healing, but it was very fine, and I suspected in a year or so it would be invisible.

"I insist that you open this door!" came the voice.

"I'm just putting a nappy on my baby." lied 'trophy wife' to gain a little time.

We both looked very flushed as sweaty as we straightened our cloths. I opened the cubical door and 'trophy wife' hurried out pushing her pram.

There were two middle aged female members of staff outside the door, they glared at us, but thankfully didn't challenge us as we walked away.

If we hadn't had a baby with us, then I suspect that they would have called security. They probably guessed what we had been doing, but they had no real proof that we had been fucking in the cubicle. It would have been our word against theirs. Not worth the hassle for them.

'Trophy wife' made her escape towards the nearby lifts, pushing her pram determinedly and not looking back.

As the lift doors closed, I saw that a big drip of my creamy fluid had leaked out of her and was stuck to the inside of her thigh.

I'm sure that I wasn't the only one who noticed.

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I left it a week and then I resumed texting 'trophy wife' demanding another meeting. She eventually responded and told me to come to her house one afternoon.

The department store had been very public, but the country road where she lived was private and secluded. I worried as I cycled down the lane to her house, that she might try something desperate to stop me.

I am a large, athletic, young man and she was too petite to hurt me. But she did have a massive SUV. She had already accidentally run me over once. I was concerned that she might try run me down again and this time make a better job of it.

I was thankful when arrived at her house in one piece. I was also relived to see that only her car was in the driveway.

I rang the doorbell, but it wasn't opened for some time.

I could hear someone moving the other side of the door. It was as if she was plucking up courage to let me in.

I hammered on the door with my fist, and this finally got a reaction.

She looked very nervous when she finally opened her front door. She was dressed in a plain blouse and knee length skirt with her blonde hair pinned up. Probably the least sexy cloths that she owned, but she still looked so good.

I sauntered in acting as if I owned the place. Turning left in her hallway I found the lounge and sat myself down on a large leather sofa.

She hesitantly followed me inside, her eyes downcast.

It was only early afternoon, but she already had a glass of wine in her hand and sipped it anxiously while she waited for me to tell her what to do. There was a baby monitor on the coffee table, and I could hear the occasional gripe and gurgle from baby Oliver in his nursery.