The cold Chicago wind of the winter of 1948 blew through the grand entrance doors when opened, bringing a chill to the grandiose yet austere municipal building. He dropped to his knees before her in the hall outside the divorce court, and pleaded with her not to go through with it. She stood regal and pompous in her fur coat, enjoying seeing him squirm, and also thoroughly enjoying the looks of utter contempt he received from men and women alike as he humiliated himself. He had noted an immediate change in his formerly timid and homely wife since she discovered his adultery, the discovery a mystery itself as he had been so careful, but her change was not one of the simple anger or grief from betrayal he had expected; she had become so strong and forthright, razor sharp with her tongue, and even her appearance had changed. He stood to lose everything in the squeaky clean business world he frequented, knowledge of his affair with the sort of loose woman of his choice would ruin him.
'I beg you Lana... please don't do it... I'll do anything... Tara meant nothing to me, it was just a sexual fad... I promise I'll make it up to you.' Her female attorney, Dale Grant, stood next to her and equally regal in her tight pencil skirted business dress, sneering with pleasure as she watched him beg. Divorce was her speciality, and she loved watching men grovel. It gave her a supreme thrill to see men on their knees, and unknown to Ben Carter, was a covert associate of his wife Lana. Lana motioned to move toward the courtroom, intensifying her enjoyment as Ben gripped her leg and pleaded like a child, she knowing there was never the intention to proceed there. Dale sighed and smiled, feigning restraint of her aggrieved client.
'Perhaps we should go to my office, and draw up a few legal changes ; business and social, that would appease you, following your husband's unfortunate tryst with this 'Tara' - I'm sure the changes would benefit you.' Lana smiled knowingly.
'OK... there'll be changes alright, to suit me alone.'
Ben felt like a scolded child as he sat in the rear of the cab between the two women, just glad to be off the hook, but wondering what lay ahead. The two women said nothing to him, just sat looking forward with a strange air of contentment on their faces. They strutted ahead of him to the elevator, confident that he followed behind them, insignificant other than to be brought to serve the purpose and uses his newly enlightened wife had in store for him. Their eyes now burned into him with contemptuous smiles as the elevator ascended, making his adulterous cock begin to rise unexpectedly; he knew they had him where they wanted him, and as they were aware of his adultery, they'd probably know the sort of woman Tara was.
The women received smiles from the secretaries as they strutted through to Dale's office, he received more looks of pleased contempt as he followed meekly behind; they'd seen many penitent males walk through to sign their lives over. Dale sat behind her desk, the file for Mr and Mrs Carter open and ready upon it. Lana sat in a leather chair and crossed her legs to display the black stockings and shiny modern stilettos she had suddenly become partial to; Ben's cock stiffened at the strangely attractive change in his once dour wife's appearance, which matched her now sharp persona.
He sweated as he was made to sign over his assets in full, should he dare to stray - the 50% or so she'd acquire under normal circumstances taken from him, he'd be homeless and need to start from scratch; everything else was duly signed away, Lana smiling contentedly as he nervously put his signature to the documents, sealing his fate. Dale grinned as she sorted the paperwork.
'Now the social changes... to be decided entirely by Mrs Carter.' Ben sat meekly with his hands in his lap, guarding the unwelcome yet somehow teasing erection he found himself with; he couldn't hide his inner thoughts and what had attracted him to Tara; the weakness that had brought him to his knees before his wife. She opened her coat to reveal a tight blouse which did not hide her erect nipples, crossing her legs again to give her husband a view of legs which had until now, lost their appeal to him. His cock boned as she lit a cigarette, something else he'd not seen her do, and smiled curtly at him as she exhaled a plume of smoke.
'You will allow me the friends of my choice, and will be available to host and serve whenever I choose company.' Ben gasped at the strange revelation; she normally had nobody round, and only visited the women's institute weekly, or so he thought. Dale tapped the divorce file and looked at him sternly.
'OK... as I said, I'll do anything.' Lana reeled off several social changes while Dale wrote them down on a document ready for his signature; though he was doubtful of their legal eligibility, he would sign, he wanted to appease her. Lana showed him a little more thigh, then smiled at Dale as she prepared to shock him with a clause that he would never have imagined.
'Oh, oral sex. I want it on demand, as and when I require the satisfaction.' Ben took a sharp intake of breath as she continued.
'I know you obliged her that way... you'll lick my cunt on demand from now on.' Ben was speechless, sex with his wife had always been a uniform conformity, mounting her after a little finger based foreplay and ejecting his seed before rolling over to sleep. Tara had introduced him to the delights of servicing a woman that way, making him beg to experience the delightfully spicy whiff of her cunt... and that of her tangy arsehole. His wife must also know he'd been dominated by her. He was grateful to her for that, and now knew he'd know the whiff of his wife's cunt too; and those legs looked so attractive now. He croaked out his affirmation, both women thoroughly enjoying his humiliation.
