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When I met Oakley, I was a newly-promoted detective, the youngest in LAPD history. She was a rookie cop, stuck impersonating a hooker to catch johns for the Vice Squad. I had to admit, she looked good in her role. Too good. So I asked her out, liked what I learned about her and wound up marrying her. To the surprise of everyone who knew us. But only I knew the truth about her. Until she turned the tables on me.

“I need to feel used again,” my sensual wife said to me. Madison was my secretary until I married her last year. From the day I hired her I found her irresistible, and she knew it. I suspected she was a golddigger, but I have plenty of gold, so why not? What I didn’t know was how dirty she was willing to get while digging. Until she showed me and blew me away. Which changed everything.

Until I met Laurel, I thought I’d never get married. But one look at her and I knew I had to put a ring on her. What I didn’t realize is that rings mean different things to different people. Exploring those differences can be exciting, terrifying, or supremely satisfying. Or with any luck, all three.

The day I met my wife I fell in love forever. Kyra was so sweet and innocent, almost shy, and I couldn’t imagine living without her. And she loved me with her whole heart. But when we started to talk about dark and forbidden things, I was simply thrilled. Now I know that I should have been worried. I never imagined Kyra would change so much. That I would change as well. And us. Especially us.

Once inseparable, my best friend and I were torn apart after a night of fiery passion—a memory forever etched in my mind, its details lost in a hazy fog. Now, Alex May is my bitter rival, his indifference cutting deeper than any blade. The looming national state championships intensify the stakes, fueling the fire of that unforgettable night. In the arena's dim light, tension crackles. Each stride, each thud of the puck, echoes unspoken words. The remnants of our once unbreakable bond intertwine with a burning desire for vindication.

Our ‘hotwife vacation’ is turning out to be a dream come true for both of us. But our first partner needs to fly home early, leaving us high and dry. And as the old saying goes, you never forget your first, even in this. So we’re venturing out on our own, tentatively, carefully. At least, that’s the idea, at first. But not for long.

I am a trophy husband. No joke, but sometimes it does seem funny when I say it out loud. And sometimes, it doesn’t seem funny at all. But don’t feel sorry for me - I’m married to one of the most beautiful women in the world. She’s on a list. Just keep in mind that for every beautiful woman you see, there’s a man who got tired of her. And vice versa, too.

As Emilia reveals and then embraces her dark side, I’m astonished. The woman I thought I knew has been hiding her true self. Now that her secret is out, we’re at a crossroads. I need to know if we’ll be changed or destroyed. Not that I can do anything about it. As always, I’m just along for the ride.

I am a trophy husband. No joke, but sometimes it does seem funny when I say it out loud. And sometimes, it doesn’t seem funny at all. But don’t feel sorry for me - I’m married to one of the most beautiful women in the world. She’s on a list. Just keep in mind that for every beautiful woman you see, there’s a man who got tired of her.

As a teenager, Ira Bedford fled a troubled home life and people who didn’t understand his penchant for feminine things. In the city, he fell in with Cedric, who found him work as an underage stripper. It took him years to escape Cedric’s influence and try to build a life of his own.