Ditzy Trophy Wife

Didi Van Stratten was only 28, but her husband was 53. When they met, she was a cocktail waitress at a casino he frequented. Marty Van Stratten was a wealthy investment banker who liked to play black jack on occasion. His first wife died after a difficult child birth, and he had married Didi 18 years later after a whirlwind romance.

Marty had one child, Steven. Steven had just turned 18. He was a brainy kid, a bit socially awkward, but friendly enough and of average looks. He detested Didi, as she was ditzy, self-absorbed, and materialistic. Despite her shortcomings, Steven's dad doted on his wife. She always made him feel like a king when they were together, but as soon as he was off on a business trip, she ordered Steven around or just told him to "stay lost" when at home and not bother her.

Marty had just left for a week to attend a banking conference in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

Steven was in his room watching porn when he heard a loud thump downstairs. He went downstairs to find Didi, nearly naked with a dress around her ankles. She was ass up on the floor and ****.

He quickly took out his phone and took some photos. He could tell she was breathing. He heard her moan and wake up. She looked up and rubbed her head.

"What happened?"

"Hell if I know," said Steven. "Did you try to walk and chew gum?"

"Very funny. Now hand me my clothes. This dress is all ripped." She tried to cover herself.

Steven walked over and saw a pile of new clothes. He stood on top of them.

"You'll ruin them!"

"What happened?"

"I bought some new clothes and was so excited to try them back on, I did so here. I struggled with my jeans and tripped. I must have hit my head. Now give me my clothes!"

"I don't think so."