Young Wife vs. Mistress: THE GOLDEN TROPHY
By: Supporturgoddess
The McGowan family was a portrait of apparent perfection, but as is the case in many such images, scratch the surface and you can find untidy truths.
Henry ‘Flash’ McGowan caught his pretty wife’s eye through his athletic skills. A multi-sport star in college, he had plans to be a professional athlete. He blamed his failures on an ankle injury, but in truth he wasn’t quite good enough to go pro. Flash never quite reached the ‘gold standard’. Even so, Mr. McGowan created a vain shrine to his athleticism in his den, filling his private ‘man cave’ with sparkling trophies. The door remained locked to keep his toddler-age son, Bobby, from wandering in and damaging the trophies. Even Flash’s wife, Annie, had to ask for his permission to enter. Flash spent hours sitting back in a plush recliner only he was allowed to sit in behind a desk only he was allowed to touch, watching sports programs and staring at his gleaming, silver trophies--silver, not gold. Flash felt cursed to always be second best. He had a nice house, but there were better ones in his neighborhood. He had a decent job, but some of his friends had better ones. His wife was very pretty, but he didn’t see her as truly beautiful. He felt doomed to always take second place, to capture only the silver medal, never the gold. He hungered for the gold!
Flash’s wife, Annie McGowan, was a woman absolutely devoted to her family. The former Goth-goddess did her best to conform to her dictatorial husband’s outdated vision of family life, giving up her wild ways and a promising career to become a housewife. She lost touch with her old hell-raising friends, who Flash disapproved of. Flash saw himself as a lion in his den, the king of his castle. His rule could not be challenged. Annie put up with Flash’s ways because she loved her husband, and she loved her little son, Bobby, even more.
Annie played the part of the doting wife and mother, while Flash slowly climbed the corporate ladder. He made contacts and played the game, even joining the local country club. Executives said he might be a vice-president in the company some day. They said he could make vice-president, but NOT president. Once again, he was told to aspire to no more
than second place, to accept a silver medal without trying for the gold. How he wanted the gold!
Everything went along smoothly until the country club held a grand ball. The ball gave a stifled housewife a chance to shine. Annie McGowan had once been a hell raiser, but she was also a beautiful young woman. Even former hell raising Goth-girls can dream of being Cinderella once in awhile. Annie chose a beautiful, silver dress which accented her raven hair, pale skin, and ruby-red lips. She dreamed of being the belle of the ball, dancing the night away with her adoring husband.
The night finally arrived. When Flash and Annie entered the ballroom, Annie had hopes her dreams would come true. All eyes were upon her. That changed when a beautiful newcomer arrived. Niece to a chief shareholder in the company, Kirsten Andrea Green finagled a last-minute invitation. From the moment the dazzling 5’8”, 125 lb. bombshell in the glistening golden gown entered, all eyes locked on her. The leggy, voluptuous young blonde flirted shamelessly with every man present, married or not. Kirsten was the kind who got her kicks by tearing apart families, breaking other women, and laughing as they crawled away in tears. She made a living by taking foolish men for everything they were worth. The beautiful German-Swiss combo had everything she needed to do the job. Annie couldn’t miss the way her husband looked at the blond goddess. Tired of silver, Flash had set his sites on the gold! He wanted Kirsten!
Kirsten came over and introduced herself, turning to Flash and leaning low to display her magnificent breasts to Flash, while practically shoving her hips in Annie’s face! Annie seethed. She spent the night watching her husband fawning over the gorgeous blonde in the golden gown. Flash even escorted Kirsten to her shiny, red sports car and watched as she drove away.
Annie wanted to explode, but she held her tongue. She knew Flash was a very proud man with a bad temper. Any accusations might lead to a fight. Already in danger of losing her husband to the blonde, she dared not make matters worse. She hoped the night would soon be forgotten, but an inevitable series of events began. Flash claimed he had to ‘work late’ more and more often. Annie’s suspicions grew. She finally had a friend watch Bobby, so she could follow her husband and learn the truth. She drove to the office where he claimed to be working late, but his car wasn’t there. She knew where to look. She drove to the club and found her husband’s car parked next to Kirsten’s shiny, red sports car. Terrible visions stabbed into her mind. She envisioned her husband sprawled across a pool table with his mistress, or sharing a hot tub with her.
Annie drove home broken hearted, but also determined to fight for her family. She had one ace to play. Annie knew Flash loved his son. Over the next few weeks, she encouraged Flash to spend as much time with little Bobby as possible, just the two of them. She hoped this would make him give up thoughts of breaking up the family. Annie remained behind, trying to let father and son bond. After a few weeks had passed, Annie felt her plan was working.
Then one day Annie saw her young son playing with a tiny toy car with small parts that made it inappropriate for such a young child to play with. Bobby bit off one of the wheels and started chewing on it. Terrified the boy might swallow the wheel and choke on it, Annie forced him to spit it out. She pulled the toy away.
“No!” The toddler shouted, trying to take the toy back. “Mine!”
“Where did you get this thing?”
Bobby replied, “Daddy’s new girlfriend gave it to me.”
Annie’s blood ran cold.
Angry that his mother wouldn’t return the dangerous toy, Bobby stomped off to his room to play. Annie looked down at the toy. Her husband’s mistress wasn’t content to steal her husband. She was trying to buy the affections of her son, too! Tears welled in Annie’s eyes. She could feel Kirsten’s foot on the back of her neck and hear her cruel, mocking laughter!
The next day was Saturday. There was no way in Hell Annie would let Flash take Bobby out again, knowing Kirsten would show up and bribe the innocent child. Annie made up a call, sending Flash on a pointless trip into town to his office. She then sent Bobby on a play date at a neighbor’s house.
Annie sat on her couch, struggling with what to do next. She was still working out her next move when the doorbell rang. Still wearing only her tiny, black negligee, Annie threw open the door and came face-to-face with her husband’s mistress, Kirtsen. The blonde stared back with a smug, superior grin on her lips, wearing only the tiniest of gold thong bikinis.
“I’m taking your husband and your son to the beach today,” Kirsten said, cruelly letting the young wife and mother know how easily she could TAKE her husband and son away from her. Kirsten pushed past Annie and entered the house. “Where are they?”
Annie growled. “You’re not taking them anywhere! Get out of my house!”
Kirsten ignored the threat, sitting down on the couch. “I’ll wait. I know they can’t wait to see me again.” She giggled. “We BOTH know how eager you hubby is to see me!”
Blood boiling, Annie hissed, “If you think you can just--”
Kirsten laughed. “I can do whatever I want, and you can’t stop me.” 5’8”, 125 lb. Kirsten stood nose to nose with 5’6”, 116 lb. Annie. “Tell ya’ what. After I steal your husband, I’ll make him sue you for full custody of his son. Bobby’s young. When I’m through, he won’t even remember your name!”
SMACK! Kirsten fell to hands and knees. Hand on her cheek, she looked up through eyes filled with shock. Used to getting her way, she hadn’t expected a fight. Screaming obscenities, she kicked madly, almost breaking Annie’s knee. Annie yelled, falling to the floor. Both women curled each other’s hair around their fingers. A savage hair pulling match began. Both women screamed in pain as heads were pulled violently side-to-side. Used to giving pain but not taking it, Kirsten screamed wildly, feet kicking in mid air. Tears welled, but she did not surrender. Kirsten suddenly jammed her fingers into the young wife’s eyes and raked her fingernails down her face. Annie screamed hard. Kirsten showed no mercy, mounting the young mother and trying to dig her eyes out. Annie’s bare feet pounded the cold floor. Annie shouted wildly, pulling Kirsten’s hands away and trying to hold them down. The mistress bounced up and down on the young wife’s belly, forcing the air from her lungs. She then returned to scratching Annie’s eyes out! Knowing her husband’s mistress was mopping the floor with her, Annie pulled Kirsten’s hand down and bit her fingers. Kirsten howled and rolled away. Annie clutched her eyes, fighting the searing pain in her eyes. Still half-blind, she felt herself lifted up by her hair before being flipped head-over -heels by her hair. Annie sat up screaming, rocking back and forth, arms around her head, which felt like it was on fire! Seconds later she was flying again, the victim of a second hair pull flip. This time the blonde in the golden bikini followed up by leaping up and stomping both her feet into Annie’s back! Annie cried out, sure her back had been broken. Held down by the larger woman’s weight, Annie lie face down in the carpet, feet slowly paddling behind her, a picture of defeat. The young blonde was simply proving too much for her. Annie looked up in tears and saw Kirsten dangling the hair she had torn from Annie’s head before her eyes, wiggling it and laughing, cruelly.
Overwhelmed by rage, Annie pushed up, toppling the hot blonde off. Though both got up ready to fight, a hint of shock and fear appeared in Kirsten’s blue eyes. Her previous fights had always begun with her mounting an explosive attack leading to a quick kill. The pampered, rich wives she had fought before weren’t up to a fight. This was different. Annie wouldn’t stay down or run away. This would be a fight to the finish!
The women traded closed fists to each other’s faces. Annie felt her thighs quaking, and her knees folding. Annie always thought of herself as infinitely tougher than the spoiled rich women in her husband‘s world, but to her shock, she found this blond beauty could fight. Kirsten had Annie rocking, barely on her feet, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She resorted to a cheap shot, jamming her thumb deep in Annie’s already injured eye. Annie let out a hysterical scream and fell to her knees, her panting face lying against the big blonde’s belly. Kirsten looked down with a vicious sneer, ready to finish the young wife off.
Former Goth-girl Annie wasn’t above taking a cheap shot, either. Kirsten’s tiny bikini left her vulnerable to a merciless attack. Annie reached down and gave Kirsten the ultimate hair pull. Kirsten let out an ear-piercing, high-pitched scream and burst into tears. Hurt and scared, the mistress staggered toward the door, but Annie refused to let the bigger, more athletic woman escape to return and fight another day. It was now or never! Annie tackled Kirsten down from behind and attacked the first target available, biting the back of Kirsten’s leg below the knee. Kirsten threw her head up, screaming. Instantly Annie seized Kirsten’s long, golden hair, yanking it back. Annie rose, putting one bare foot between Kirsten’s shoulder blades while using both hands to yank Kirsten’s hair back in rapid, savage tugs, snapping the blonde’s head back violently. Kirsten screamed her voice out, kicking and crying, as hair tore from its roots.
Kirsten finally managed to get her feet up under her body, kicking back and flying back on top Annie, breaking her hold. They rose, slowly. Annie gasped for every breath. Kirsten’s face was almost purple. Tears poured from her eyes, but her mouth contorted into a horrific scowl. She yelled in sheer rage and threw the hardest punch of the fight, a fist to Annie’s mouth. Annie went airborne before crashing back onto her couch. The big blonde was on her in an instant, smothering her with one hand while using the other to drive fists deep into Annie’s stomach. Tears rolling, Annie turned and stared at a picture of her young son. Her world grew dark.
Kirsten screamed, as Annie bit her. Annie gasped for breath. Kirsten maintained her position on top, digging her fingernails into Annie’s breasts. Annie howled and fought back the only way she could, returning the attack in kind, squeezing Kirsten’s larger breasts. Naval to naval, the women fought to see who could take the pain. Annie let out a continuous cry, feeling Kirsten was tearing her breasts off! Losing, Annie suddenly reached up and almost tore Kirsten’s lower lip off. Kirsten cried out and fell off.
Tears pouring, Kirsten again ran for the door. Annie leapt to stop her from escaping, shoving her into a tiny hall closet. With no room to maneuver, they exchanged bear hugs, fighting a final, personal battle, each hoping her body would overcome her enemy’s body. Groans, moans, and cries filled the air, as each woman tried to crush the other. They bit each other’s lips and cheeks, trading tears and swapping saliva. Toe-to-toe, the loser would have to look right into the victor’s eyes, as her body gave in to the superior woman’s body. Kirsten proved far too vicious. Kirsten caught Annie’s throat in her jaws and clamped down hard, shaking the young wife’s head around like a jackal with a kill!
Annie cried out, “Bobby! Bobby!”
Kirsten seized the advantage, lifting Annie off her feet as both continued their bear hugs.
Annie whispered, “Bobby! Oh, Bobby….”
Annie put all her remaining strength into one last, valiant stand. Kirsten turned up the pressure. Someone had to give. Someone did. Whispering incoherently, a broken body slid to the floor, knowing she was at her hated enemy’s mercy. She looked up at the victor and saw she had none. Only vicious, cruel thoughts went through the winner’s mind. A final, evil act began.
One year later, much had changed. Flash McGowan sat in his man cave, surrounded by his gleaming, silver trophies…and one golden one.
Flash’s young son entered. Bobby looked over the silver trophies then stopped and stared up at one mounted on the wall. “Daddy, what’s that one for?”
Sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair, Flash started to answer, but was waved off. Much HAD changed. Where a male lion’s roar once ruled, a beautiful young tigress now reigned. Flash had returned home to find his mistress humbles and humiliated. Annie made clear she could take his son and half his money and then ruin his reputation and future. She would only stay with him if he bowed to all her demands. She held all the cards, and played them well. Flash agreed to everything. Though she allowed Flash to keep his trophies, Annie transformed his private man cave into HER office. Flash had thought his home was his castle, but the castle was now under new management. The king had been dethroned. Long live the queen.
Sitting in the middle of a den once off-limit to her, Annie McGowan leaned back in a plush recliner and propped her bare feet up on a desk she had once been forbidden to even touch. She folded her arms behind her head, grinned ear-to-ear, and explained to her son, “Daddy has many trophies, but he always came in second best. That’s why he only has silver medals and trophies.” Annie pointed to the long mane of blond hair she had cut off Kirsten’s head, now carefully preserved and mounted on the wall. “That’s MY trophy! Daddy thought he could replace me, but I won in the end.” Annie snapped her fingers and pointed to her bare feet. Flash obediently hopped up and began to massage them. Beaming proudly with a smile her face could barely hold, Annie told her son, “There’s only one real champion in this house, and you’re looking at her! In this house, MOMMY’S the gold standard!
