The Trophy Wife Next Door Ch. 01

"Terri, what's the big secret?"

She could not or would not answer. She only managed to get out, "I......." and then her voice failed her.

Lynn started, "Tony, we need your worldly advice and contacts. Terri and I have been together for six years. We want to have a baby. Since my work brings in most of our income, Terri will be the one to get pregnant." She paused, sighed and then with some sadness, added, "This time."

"That is wonderful, I'm so happy for the two of you. I too have always wanted a family but I've never found a woman who would put up with me."

"That's a lie and we all know it. You are quite a catch. You never slow down enough to get to know a woman well enough."

"Maybe that is the problem. Anyway, how can I help?"

"We are afraid of not knowing the genetic history of the father. We were wondering if you would consider being the sperm donor. We are not expecting any future financial help or involvement from you."

"So I bank the sperm and Terri gets in vitro inseminated?"

"We are saving for that but it is very expensive and there are no guarantees, even after a few tries. Terri has been thoroughly checked and she should be a perfect baby making machine."

Terri still did not look up but she smiled at Lynn's words.

"Terri, did you bring your computer?"

"Yes."

"Tonight, the two of you take turns reading one of my porn stories to each other and then let's talk some more."

Lynn and Terri looked stunned. Lynn spoke, "I didn't know you wrote porn stories."

"They are my diversion and, of course, I do not use my real or known pen names. Please keep the references I give you in the strictest confidence. Any slip and it could really hurt my book sales."

Just as we were finishing up dessert and I was completing my note with web sites, the names I use and the special story I wanted them to read together, there was a little commotion in the far corner of the hotel's dining room. A very young beauty, trying to look much older was angry and having trouble not being too loud, was talking to, of all people, Harold Carroll. The young thing stood, threw her napkin into her plate and stormed toward the ladies room with tears on her cheeks. My smile and smirk, caught Lynn's attention.

"What is it, Tony?"

"Would you two like to be characters in my next novel?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I'll explain everything before the weekend is out, I promise. Before the two of you run upstairs and leave me with way too many naughty fantasies about what you are doing together, will you be my personal spies for a few minutes? Follow that young thing into the ladies room and find out why she is so upset and anything else you can, from her name, to her age, to her favorite color. Just be her consoling casual friends and be discrete."

I scooted around to help assure Harold would not recognize me. He was definitely agitated after the forty-five minutes, or so, before the three ladies returned. He had already paid the bill and met his lady to usher her out of the restaurant toward the elevators.

Lynn's and Terri's eyes both sparkled with pride, knowing how successful their clandestine activity had been. It was hard to follow them as Lynn started but Terri would break in.

"Her name is Tammy Simpson and she is almost eighteen and has been seeing that man for almost a year."

"She works with that guy, Harold. She graduated high school early; I think she is in his department."

"They have spent a dozen times together but usually it's just a few hours at a motel. Once they over-nighted in Vegas but this is their first time together for a couple of days. He says his wife does not understand him and he has made lots of promises to the lonely sweet thing."

Terri had to tone down her vehemence, "She found out he has been f....., I mean, messing around with other women at his work and he reneged this weekend on buying her a new mustang because her old car gave up the ghost."

Lynn added, "Tammy said there are some rumors at work that he is the father of one child already and pays to keep the mom quiet. She said, he is really in demand because he is a rising star at work and one of the few single men there. Tammy thought, she was the special one, until he backed out of the car deal. Now she just feels used and stupid."

Terri couldn't leave it there, "He'll talk her into putting out before tomorrow. Guys can convince young girls of anything."

I interjected my comments to Terri's harsh words. "Often young testosterone filled males will say things or exaggerate to get into panties, but most guys learn values and ethics with age. They might not be your values, but most don't want to lie or hurt any more than you do. Most want to love, be loved, have families and be respected."

"Well, not this one. He is a sleaze."

Lynn asked, "You going to tell us what's going on?"

"Not tonight but when we drive home on Sunday, I will."

About nine in the morning, I had not met up with Lynn or Terri but was sitting up my display and signing table. I was not to read until the evening event. I saw Harold heading for the restaurant with his girl. They were holding hands. I guess Terri was more right than me. He had convinced Tammy not to be angry. I caught up with him at the entrance to the restaurant.

"Harold, what a surprise. I had no idea you would be in Seattle this weekend. I'm here for a book signing. How about you?"

He was shocked, tongue tied for a few moments and then lied without introducing his companion. "I'm just here for some support meetings for work. Things that we never seem to get to during work hours. You know, the long range planning sessions and such?"

"I can only imagine the complexities in your financial world. Is this your daughter?"

She was faster and smoother than him. She extended her hand and just said, "Hi, I'm Tammy."

"You're beautiful Tammy. It must run in the family. I'm Tony Akins."

"Anyone who reads, knows who you are right now. Your picture is all over the lobby."

"You say the sweetest things. Yea, this is my fifteen minutes of fame. I enjoyed meeting you. Harold, good to see you again. We still have to get together for a bar-b-cue one weekend before the good weather ends. Sorry, I have to run. Almost, time to earn my keep."

Tammy was not shy, "Can I come by and get a book autographed by you?"

"Don't get in this mad house today. Things will get crazy after the reading tonight. Just catch me in the restaurant or visit me next door when we're home and I'll have more of my wits about me."

As I headed back to my table, I thought, "That should keep good old Harold busy for the day." I also wondered, if he had the balls to call me and ask that I cover for him.

Twenty minutes after the doors opened, my assistant and her girlfriend both arrived glowing and smiling. This time Terri was the assertive one, she handed me a note.

Tony, We are both wet, tired and satisfied today thanks to you. We also did not sleep much, thanks to you. You gave us lots of ideas, stuff to talk about and near impossible things to do. Terri and Lynn

I liked these two. Their world was raw, sexual and definitely out of the respectful limits of accepted "normal" family life, but they were also real, loving and honest. Beautiful, Lynn brought in the people; Terri caught on fast, voluntarily joined in, and kept things organized. All the help, allowed me the time to make eye contact, ask a personal question or two and my personalizations were better than ever before.

That evening 70% of the large audience was female, when it came time for me to read.

"I am a very lucky man. I'm looking out at a lot of friends tonight. Lots of you, I have met before and you have honored me by spending time reading about my flawed characters. You all have made my newest offering, my biggest success. Thank you, and thank you for honoring my request that only adults attend tonight. My most recent book is different in one way from the others. It has more sex in it." I paused for the shock to die down.

"Most of all our lives, we all hope to love and be loved; to please and be pleased. It is against all the rules and the advice I have been given, but tonight, I'm going to read one of the passages that makes "Tequila Fog" different, and, in my mind, more real, than my other mysteries. I hope the passage I have chosen does not offend anyone. It does not contain raw words but it is about two people who society rejected; they found each other and got to experience beauty at least once in their lives."

The passage was very sexual but it was also a tear jerker because the love was impossible, the woman only had a few months to live and had suffered most of her adult life. I was surprised. My publisher had told me that people would walk out and that the morning papers would scold me and that my next book's pre-release announcements would be panned as "the new triple x offering from Tony Akins." My unusual voice, some early acting lessons and my passion for the subject were all cased in knowing long suffering care givers and their pain filled charges. I only read ten pages. Most knew the story but those pages could stand alone. I could not look at my audience, even in the dimmed light. I felt what I read and many of them did too. There were tears but no one walked out, even with the cries of climax tempered in pain. When I finished, I stepped back for the moderator to come forward and announce a short question and answer period. At first there was no applause and no questions. Then a few stood and applauded. Most followed. It was not staged but my first question came from a woman with MS. She stood with the help of two crutches and her voice was not strong and faded some as the person with the mike did not stay with her involuntary movements, made worse by her nervousness of being in front of a large audience.

"I want to thank you for risking reading what you did tonight. There are thousands of people like me. We read and enjoy everything just like everyone else but we live a strange world of wanting love and sex that will probably never be for us. You wrote my fantasy for me. It was very real and beautiful."

I managed to thank her but I had no comment and did not hear the next question. I had to have it repeated after I turned back around, having re-gathered my composure. Others in the audience did not hide their feelings quite as easily.

The questions and answers followed a more traditional pattern after that. Overall, it was humorous and enjoyable. It went longer than planned. The next morning, I was panned by a couple of reviewers but the important one's piece began, "Last night, the stayed and non-risk taking art of authors reading a few lines from their recent books, in hopes of selling more copies, was raised to a new wonderful and entertaining level." Her piece did end with a line that probably sold another 100,000 copies for me. "What Mr. Akins did last night was a breath of exciting, entertaining fresh air, but we should be thankful that he did not choose one of the truly torrid scenes in his book to read aloud in Seattle."

Those generally kind words had not yet been written, late Saturday night when I was worried and my aggressive fighting spirit was gearing up to defend my existence against what I expected Sunday morning. My message light was blinking at eleven p.m. when I got in. Harold Carroll wanted to talk. I invited him to meet me in the bar.

He started, "Obviously, you caught me in a fling. I hope you are not one to talk and hurt my reputation and marriage."

"Bob, we have not gotten to know one another. I have talked to your wife over the fence a couple of times when I have been working in my garage. She is bright and lovely but you have made a frightened, reclusive, near slave out of her because you are a control freak. Here's my deal for you. You have to do five things: 1. Buy two new mustangs and give one to your wife and one to your girlfriend. 2. Tell your, wife she can learn to drive from a neighbor or a school, not from you. 3. Give her plenty of freedom to come and go. 4. Get her a computer and let her learn to use it. 5. Give her a reasonable allowance based on your station and where you live."

"Where do you get off with all this crap? I can't afford all that and if I could I wouldn't do it."

"My security tells me you had me checked out, so you know what I am capable of. I'll check you out too. I'll know every girl you have fucked by the end of the week. If you are paying for children you have fathered, I will know. If you are cheating on your taxes, I will know. We both know you are guilty of statutory rape of the girl you are with this weekend and have probably violated the Mann act. Slavery is not legal and what you are doing to your wife offends me and would not look good in the press. Everything I discover I'll make known to her and all those around you. In fact, the research work has already started. I have enough money to buy the truth even from normally silent lips."

"You are too well known to risk such things. Get out of my life and leave me alone."

"Let me know your decision tomorrow before we all leave for home. I am also talented and powerful enough to paint you as the chauvinistic, usury villain you are. Work with me and you will be single soon, still have a job and maybe still have a few possessions. Fight me and the world will know all about you. You are too old to start over with a bad reputation. I'm only asking you to do what is right. You are emotional, talk to me before you do drastic things. I don't like you and I hate how you are abusing your wife."

At breakfast, his printed, unsigned note was delivered to me just as Terri and Lynn joined me. It said, "You win. I may be foolish but I hoping you will be honorable enough to uphold your end of this bargain."

"Did you ladies enjoy your evening?"

Terri spoke first, "Damn, Tony, you should never have given us the websites with your stories. We haven't slept much in two days."

I looked at Lynn, she would know the context of my question, "Are they wet and tasty like I like them?"

"You would be in heaven and gain ten pounds from our juices."

My two helpers ate like starved soldiers. I'm sure the Sunday Brunch manager was happy to see them leave.

After an abbreviated signing and closing goodbyes, Terri could not wait until we got into the car. We were still loading our luggage when she blurted out, "Tony, I am not a virgin. I have been with a man before. Will you make me pregnant so Lynn and I can have a child?"

I gathered the two of them in my arms and pressed them into the trunk of the car. "No, but Lynn and I together will make you pregnant, so the two of you can have a child."

Both were crying when we drove out of the parking lot. Questions trickled out during our three hour drive home. Finally, I set the stage for them. "Terri, you and Lynn decide when you are the most fertile. We will go away for three days and Lynn will make love to you often to fill you with sperm, hold you and you will have fun together while your body keeps the sperm inside you. In those few fertile days you will get pregnant. The little one has to call me "Uncle Tony" and visit me. If it is a boy, I get to take him to do boy things and if it is a girl, I get to spoil her rotten."

I got blank stares.

"You read some of my stories that described such fantasies. I will direct. Neither of you will really know the scenarios until they happen but you will be in love, satisfied and pregnant."

Lynn spoke up, "So you will make me part of everything?"

"Absolutely. Especially, you will be responsible for cleaning up the wet spot that leaks onto the bed from her cunt after you have filled her with cum."

I drove mostly in silence, watching the two lovers in the rear view mirror, hold each other and whispering secrets that could be forgotten if this wonderful thing did not work out. I don't know why I had no doubts of our success. But I was already enjoying the sound of a young voice calling, "Uncle Tony."

Very early the next morning, I caught Bob leaving for work. Sue was in her house coat at the door. "Hay, Bob, I have to work most of the day at the giant mall. Is it okay, if I take Sue with me, so she can shop for her fall wardrobe?"

His stare was cold when he replied, "Sure go ahead."

Sue was in shock but I called out to her, "Sue, be ready at nine, I have to be there and working by ten. You will be on your own all day. Bob and I'll settle up tonight for what you spend."

Sue said very little as we drove the short distance to the mall. We did stop for coffee and she said, "That was a surprise."

"I ran into Bob over the weekend and talked to him about how sad it was that you were a prisoner in your own home. It shocked him and he asked that I help break his bad habits."

I called Lynn and Terri to be her guides around the mall. I got some static but they were there for early lunch at the Food Court. They hit it off a little too well. I was hoping Terri would not get Sue liking women as sex partners.

When I drove them home at six p.m., it was a noisy hen party and we even had to hold packages outside the car's windows to get everything to Sue's house. My ears would get tired quickly around them. I slipped Lynn and Terri, Lynn's usual fee and reminded Terri that she owed me some answers about calendar dates.

I helped Sue pile all her treasurers up on her kitchen table. At first she was bubbling over with excitement. "I haven't laughed or enjoyed myself that much in years. Lynn and Terri are lots of fun and they sure do know how to shop."

Her thoughts stalled and then she added, "Harold will not be happy about all that I spent."

"Model for him. He will love how you look. I wish I could see you in and out of every outfit. He will have some more surprises for you over the next few days."

I was still unloading packages when Bob arrived. I welcomed him as my best friend and told him what a wonderful day, he had given his wife. He did not look too happy but I as I drove the hundred yards home, I waved to Sue and she showed no hesitation in waving back.

I had mentioned to everyone that I needed to work around the clock for a couple of days or my editor would send the Mafia out after me. I did write frantically and was not disturbed through the night, all the next day and the next night, when I fell asleep on my office couch. I was looking very rough, holding my second cup of coffee when the doorbell rang at ten a.m.

A very excited Sue, was literally bouncing on my door step. "You have to come over and see what Bob just had delivered for me. Come on."

"Not like I'm dressed and in this condidtion."

"You're all right. Come on. Come see."

The gold Mustang was perfect for her. I wondered, if Bob had picked it out and chosen all the extras.

"Isn't it beautiful? It's perfect, isn't it? I just have to learn to drive. Then I can go all over. I don't have to stay home. Isn't it beautiful?"

I would not have been surprised, if she had peed her pants. But I agreed that it was beautiful and perfect. I even told her I would teach her to drive or call some driving schools for her. I wasn't at all sure she heard me by the time I finally broke away and made it back home to shower, clean up and start writing again.

About one the door bell rang again. Sue was still bouncing a little, "Did you mean it, when you said you would teach me to drive?"

"Sure, when do you want to start?"

Now that had to be the most stupid question, I had ever asked. She handed me the keys. "Sue, I already know how to drive. Keep your keys and let's go give it a try."

Four or five times we practiced unlocking and locking the car; opening and closing the trunk; getting in; buckling up; cranking the car; finding a good radio station; working the lights; blowing the horn; getting the air conditioner and heater to work; working through the automatic gears; stepping on the breaks and a dozen other things like mirrors and seat adjustments. She was anxious but shaking like a leaf when I had her put it into gear, let her foot off the break and gently press the gas. For an hour she only went forward all around the blocks, turning left, turning right, using signals and breaking for stop signs.