Part 1The Trophy Wife's Tax

My fifty-year-old Dad, George, finally found love and married Lana, a trophy wife ten years younger.

Month one: She batted her lashes and sweet-talked Dad into giving her $\$100,000$ for her son's new house.

Month two: She cuddled up to Dad, convincing him to hand over another $\$100,000$ for her daughter's new car.

My wife, Mia, was annoyed, worried about the growing list of claimants to the family fortune.

I reassured her: "Dad's struggled for years. He finally found someone he likes. Let him be happy."

Then, month three: The stepmother, wearing a lace nightgown, conveniently "slipped" and fell right onto me.

Hold up. I thought she was after our money. Turns out, she wanted to challenge my wife for me?

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I was doing my weekend workout. After stretching, I was ready for a shower when my stepmother, Lana, walked out of the bathroom.

I frowned. She was wearing a skimpy lace slip. Her head was still dripping wet, the water running down her front, making the lace translucent.

I looked away immediately to avoid any awkwardness, pretending to be busy arranging my clothes.

As I passed her, she "slipped," tumbling right into me.

I was fatigued from the workout, my muscles not yet relaxed. I was completely knocked off balance, landing with her pressed against me near the sofa.

Before I could push her away, she ran her hands slowly up my abs. "Oh, Jay. You have a beautiful body."

"You know, your father, he..."

She leaned closer, her hot breath on my neck. I shivered.

Seriously? Was she trying to seduce me? Did a 45-year-old woman think she was irresistible, trying to catch both father and son?

I finally understood, and just as I prepared to hit her, the front door opened.

It was my wife, Mia.

Lana sprang up with lightning speed, smoothing her skirt, looking utterly "bashful." "I just slipped, Mia. Jay caught me."

My heart hammered. What the hell, lady? Why are you blushing?

I couldn't hold back the scream. "You crazy old lady! Get your slobber off your mouth!"