Tale of the Turmoiled Trophy Wife

Long set-up, but keep with me, I think it's a good ride.

For Shannon, the loss of her father early in her life was to be the only tragedy that she would know. As a major business man in the entertainment industry, his life insurance policy thrust her into the world of socialites. While her mother never married, Shannon learned from her that one can survive with an expense account and a beautiful body. Her money and her body took care of Shannon well.

In High School, she was the first freshman to be elected head cheerleader. Even then, her 5'10" frame put her ahead of the other girls. As her high school career developed, so did the rest of her body. Her breasts blossomed into a beautiful size 30D, which made all her male teachers loose track of their concentration in the middle of lectures. With the help of tight t-shirts, form fitting sweaters, low cut designer jeans, and high hemmed fashion skirts, Shannon soon realize a flirtatious greeting and salutation was all she needed to get the benefit of the doubt on any test or essay. Offering the occasional bribe to her female instructors, labeled as tutor money, Shannon passed through the experience with many boyfriends and all A's.

Next Shannon's college experiences came, which only altered her style slightly. Her blonde hair, blue eyes brought her just as much attention as in High School, but the Professor's expected more than the occasional wink and a view of her sweater candy. Her first semester was filled with giving the dirty old men blowjobs and free rides of her lustful body. It wasn't until her second semester that she realized that she only had to sleep with them once, and then threaten to expose their relationship to the dean of schools in order to secure her place in the Honor Society.

An amazing event occurred her junior year that would change Shannon's life forever. Playboy came to her campus, shooting for one of their annual college issues. Shannon, loving the idea of her body being further idolized in the pages of the high class men's magazine, interviewed and took some test shots. It wasn't but a couple of weeks later that she found out they were bypassing her for the college spread and instead wanted to use her as the main centerfold of the issue. A few weeks later, Shannon had dropped out of college and moved to LA to live the life of a Playmate party girl in the Playboy Mansion.

Month's later, during a Mansion party to honor her new title of Playmate of the Year; Shannon met a 50 year old media mogul named Stephen. After a night of frivolity in the legendary grotto, the two started to see each other as a non-exclusive relationship. Shannon had no qualms with her status in Stephen's life, and even encouraged it. In order to cement their relationship, Shannon used her status and contacts as a Playmate to give Stephen his wildest dreams: parties, other girls, ; the works.

Six month's into their relationship, Stephen presented Shannon with a ring and a prenup. He had been married before, and had a son, Patrick, that was 18 and getting ready to go to college. Shannon knew he had to protect his interests, but the prenup was just as fair and loose as their relationship had been up to this point. The clauses where simple:

1) Shannon must perform her wifely duties when and how Stephen was in the mood.

2) Shannon would attend all events required of a wife of her status.

3) Infidelity itself was not a divorceable act, but proof of infidelity (recordings of any kind, photos) acquired by the press is.

4) After 3 years of marriage, an account of 20 million dollars would be set up for Shannon.

5) If Stephen filed for divorce before the 3 year time span due to clauses (1) and (2), Shannon only receives a 5 million dollar alimony payment, to be paid in one lump sum.

Shannon knew this was a good deal for her. While it was a loveless marriage, it was one of respect for the lifestyle each of them wished to keep. Stephen was often out of town, and Shannon knew he kept a little black book of girlfriends in each town. Stephan also accepted, and loved Shannon's life style, and had no problems if she bedded the occasional athlete or actor. At this point, though, there were PR issues that had to take precedence to their lifestyle.

Then Shannon met Patrick, Stephen's son. He was the prolific Italian heart throb. Shannon would, on occasion, tempt him in her string bikini by the pool as he swam laps. She never pushed the envelope though with Patrick, for fear that it might be a line even Stephen's understanding would not cross. It didn't stop her from flirting with him. In the mornings, she would appear in his door to wake him wearing only a lace bra and matching panties, barely covering them with a sheer robe. In the afternoon's there were the adventures by the pool, where she would ask him to spread suntan lotion on her, letting him get his fill of her flesh, only to stop him she felt hands getting too close to her private parts, or when she felt herself getting too excited. At nights, she would sometimes allow Patrick to go to the popular clubs with her and her girlfriends. With her friends help, she would flirt with him as a device to make other men jealous, only to send Patrick home when it came time for the after-party.

Patrick on the other hand had no issue crossing the line. His step-mother was barely older than he was, and he was getting frustrated at her teasing behavior. Even though he was never without his own beauty on his arm or in his bed, Patrick was jealous of his own father. Like father, like son, the men of their family came to power by figuring out how to get what they wanted.

Patrick pulls up in the driveway, his black Lamborghini shimmering in the California sun as he parks it next to a Mercedes he recognizes as his best friend Peters. He adjusts his rear-view mirror, checking out his hair one more time with a grin.

As he walks in the front door and starts to head to his room, he hears his step-mother screaming like a banshee in heat from the upstairs. He knew his father was in Japan for the next two weeks, and the car in front meant his plan is going perfectly.

He quietly tip-toes past his father's bedroom where the moans are originating. He goes straight to his bedroom where he turns on his computer.

PERFECT! The 3 wireless cameras and microphones he hooked up in his father's bedroom were recording every last bit of his step-mother's indiscretion with his best friend. This was the best $5,000 he ever spent. All the money went to the extravagant technological set up in front of him; his best friend was screwing his step-mother for free.

Patrick pulled out his cock and slowly started to stroke it as he watched his step-mother's tits rise and fall as she rode his friend. His hips grind up into his hand, and he starts to moan a little himself as he pleases himself. At this point, he's not sure if he's more turned on by the view from his monitor or the thought of the power he would now hold over his teasing step-mother.

As minutes passed, Patrick started to hear the grunting of his friend start to echo the lustful cries of Shannon. As the bravado increased, so did his pleasure, till he couldn't take it anymore. Shots of hot cum start to fly against his 6 pack stomach as he watches Shannon lushes body collapse onto Peter's in sexual bliss. He reaches over, grabbing a nearby t-shirt to clean himself with as he finishes watching Shannon's ass grinding into the pubic bone of Peter.

He let out a little chuckle as he thought the money-shot was all his, and now all he needed was the final payoff.

The question was, who he should show the video to first.