The Wife

Fancied writing a short piece to change the pace of things for a bit. Added an AI piece to go alongside it. Hope you enjoy it! For those who enjoy reading the PDFs, I've also attached the file for this.

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Trish was fortunate to live a peaceful life with her family of three; her husband, Gerry, and their twins, Harry and Zoey. While time-consuming, Trish’s job paid well, often allowing the family to go on luxurious holidays during the summer.

On such an occasion, Trish could spread her wings, so to speak, and feel free. Most women would take advantage of the scorching sun and bathe in it, but Trish looked at it from a different angle. She would use this as an opportunity to boast. Trish was different from the women lounging at the hotel in the Maldives. She was neither a teacher nor a personal assistant, much less a stay-at-home mother. Trish was the bodyguard of Yeager Industries’ CEO. The other women would soon realise she had a body to match.

Trish loved pink, so she made sure to pack a two-piece swimsuit that would help draw attention to her. Trish didn’t seek the eyes of men but rather those of the other women she knew would be jealous of her body. And they were. Every inch of Trish’s frame was full of rippling muscle the other women couldn’t pull their eyes away from. The pitter-patter of Trish’s bare feet as she confidently strutted towards the pool drew further attention as the onlooking women eyed her lower body from diamond-hard calves to the rippling hamstrings underneath her solid zero-per cent-body-fat ass. Everything was perfect.

The male lifeguard near the pool looked over his shades with his mouth agape. He was too distracted by Trish’s shapeliness and comparatively superior size to notice a group of kids had started fighting in the pool. His job as a lifeguard had been one of little excitement until today, and now Trish had eyed him playfully. She made sure to flex her glutes to stress the point. She was teasing. There was no harm in that — right?

Before long, Trish decided to relax by the pool to sunbathe alongside the other women — wives, mothers, and girlfriends alike. However, Trish loved to make an activity by applying suntan lotion. She knew how much it teased those who watched, making them wish they were the hands that graced and worshipfully caressed the muscles being oiled. Some women struggled to maintain their composure, whimpering and moaning as they watched Trish coat herself generously. But they were then painfully reminded of what they couldn’t have as her husband Gerry proudly approached to kiss his wife on the lips with a passion they shared.

The lifeguard, still watching, swallowed his pride as he knew he’d never be as lucky as Trish, the other women finally realising it was time they whipped their bodies back into shape.