"Your Honour, this is hardly fair to my client. He has evidence, proof of Miss Lauren's infidelity. She has not contributed a single cent of the money she has earned to their home, repairs or maintenance. She hasn't even bought my client a simple tie or toothbrush, let alone aided in his well-being or happiness. The only thing she has done, really, which is undeniable, is have sex with him."
"I have heard that argument, Mr Watt, but the point made by Miss Lauren's attorney stands true. Mr Bakeman here had evidence of this happening for two months, which suggests that he was complicit in the affair. Perhaps he requested an open relationship and thought better of it or regretted it. Or perhaps he requested an open relationship as a way to trick his wife into sullying herself before divorcing her," the judge attested.
"Your Honour, that's just a theory. There's no evidence of an agreed open relationship. My client has no history of divorcing people for wealth and money, while Miss Lauren does, and proceeded to misuse all the funds she received from her previous husband."
"Counselor, you're wasting your time. The infidelity videos are declared inadmissible, and not only that. To prevent any misconduct, you may not share this media with anyone or face charges of court disruption, which would result in Mr Bakeman forfeiting the case. I hope that's understood. That's the end of today's proceedings. Hopefully, tomorrow you will bring the necessary bank statements and list of all assets to allow us to properly divide them up. Adjourned!" the judge announced.
Everyone rose and remained silent as she walked out. Attorney Joseph Watt slammed his desk on her departure, and a wry smile came from Vivian and her attorney. Mira Greaves had taken the case and had quite the record herself as a divorce lawyer. Her reputation for getting women, especially women, a big settlement made her quite feared in court. No one knew that more than Abigail, a good friend of Mira's. She didn't know that Vivian, the woman her friend was representing, was Don's wife (given Vivian chose to keep her last name).
Abigail had hired Mira as her attorney on her own divorce. She used the same strategy by making the claim that Abigail and her husband had agreed to an open relationship. She had suggested that the husband's reluctance to immediately file for divorce was proof he was aware of her lewd behaviour. This amazing win, which happened years ago, was the big break that sent Mira on her way to notoriety. It also began a long friendship, one that allowed Mira and Abi to benefit mutually from one another. In a way that was a secret to most of their respective peers. They had become intimate and occasionally engaged in long sessions of lovemaking. It helped due to the incredibly stressful nature of Mira's job and their deep dislike of the opposite gender.
Abigail still felt offended by Don's outburst in her office over her decision to promote Marsha. This was particularly due to her jealousy of Don who'd seemingly become the new favourite at the hospital, and Abigail needed to put him in his place. So Marsha was a perfect ploy, willing to throw her boss under the bus for the big raise. Abigail wasn't dumb by any means, she knew Marsha wouldn't be cutting anyone open. She'd just be a poster girl for the role until a more suitable and more important female candidate came along. All she needed was Marsha to send the accusation, and that was that. An email to her superiors with a recommended promotion to Martha to keep her mouth shut and Don's momentum snapped.
It wasn't enough for her. Don needed to suffer, and it was wonderful luck that Mira was representing his wife. Abigail went a step further and made sure the case was foolproof with a small visit to one of the clerks at the court. A guy in his forties who lived with his mother, he was well-learned but deeply lonely and in need of some comfort. Sucking off a sad fat guy's dick was a small price to pay for Abigail. She even enjoyed it, the taste, texture and cum dripping down her throat was still a turn on for her. Even if the man it was attached to was rather repulsive. Her long straight brunette hair was held tightly by his meaty hands, it would normally bother her. In this case it didn't matter, he was still vulnerable to her feminine charms. Primarily her curves, and slightly larger eyes looking up at him as she licked the tip. He didn't last long, his resolve broke and he came in her mouth before granting her wish to assign Judge Seaworth.
She smiled in victory, the same smile she threw at Don and his attorney, who were bewildered. Somehow, the main thing that would have perhaps allowed Vivian to get nothing had been removed from the board. That being the judge, who also happened to be the exact same judge who adjudicated in Abi's divorce proceedings. Judge Florence Seaworth who was in her early fifties. In her youth she'd been in an awful relationship with her then husband, one that led to countless years of abuse.
In those early years, Florence was one of those girls who didn't care to read the red flags. She wanted to be with a man who was exciting and fun, but the fun stopped. Even though Florence was a smart and sophisticated woman, she kept running back into the arms of her abusive lover. She even begged him to marry her. It didn't help that he was so toxically masculine by her accounts, her biggest turn on. His strong and intimidating presence was the same presence that had her smashing against the walls.
Now, after many years far removed from her separation, she despised men, yet she knew not to make it obvious. She was a judge, after all, and she'd worked hard to put herself in a position where she could send men to prison. She had already put many on death row for just slightly violent crimes. She didn't care, and she moved from criminal to civil law when it was clear to many that she was unfairly sentencing male defendants. It saddened her, but it did mean a move to Boston where she was close to an old student and long time lover.
She sat in her office, after having cleared her lunch schedule and in anticipation for her visit after court proceedings. She sat down quickly and just then, Abigail entered the room. She noticed her cute skirt and black heels. Abigail didn't just have a devious yet gifted mind, she also had a lovely curve of hips. Natural, and not to mention naturally noticeable breasts. Her gorgeous form was a great turn on for the judge. Under her drab robes was a burning fire and she didn't need to instruct Abi to shut the door. She did it on her own then quickly skipped to the Judge who couldn't get out of her robes fast enough. Underneath was a similar outfit to Abi, something she knew she'd inspired Abi to wear.
Her slender figure was delectable for Abi, who found the judge so divine. It impressed her how good she looked at her age, and her maturity made Abi drool with lust. She finally got on her knees after removing the robes and she spread Florene's legs. She wore a skimpy black thong and it made Abi leer up at the Judge. Her large eyes met the Judge's spectacles and naughty smirks were exchanged. Abi moved the thong aside, sniffing the sensual womanly scent for good effect. Then she licked the judge's flappy wet lips. The judge signed in pleasure and her pussy leaked.
Abi noticed the slickness and smiled before tasting her folds. She licked and slurped the Judge before humming as she savoured the taste. She then attacked her reddening clit, slurping and sucking it. Then she nibbled it, causing Florence to shudder before she decided to place her leg on the desk. Once she gave the her full access, Abi delved deeper, giving her Judge a strong tongue fucking. This drove her crazy, and she was forced to pull her hair aside as it unravelled from the neat little bun and on to her face. Her mouth opened slightly and she found herself needing more air to breathe. She inhaled with each subsequent entry of Abigail's tongue, who copied the technique she received from Marsha. She'd earlier in the day, given her a mindblowing orgasm using it. Something that was a regularity at the hospital.
Abi had taken a page from Judge's book, given she was seduced by her some time ago. It's that alongside Florence's teachings of feminism that got her to divorce her husband. Luckily evidence collected of Abi's infidelity to her old husband, failed to catch her visitations to Seaworth's office. Nor did anyone note how she'd managed to get assigned to Abi's case. They were a team, a powerful one at that. The lovemaking was just the icing on top of the symbiotic cake.
"Oh fuck you gorgeous whore, I'm going to cum on your sweet face," Florence exclaimed, before holding Abi's head tight.
She was always quick on the draw, but Abi had experience with her pussy. They'd known each other for over twenty years, and it had been over fifteen of lesbian love making. Abi over and over again, slurping her clit. Tongue her hole and sucking up all the cum she could squirt. Something new that she'd added to the repertoire was the adding a digit inside the Judge's tender asshole. She knew to do it when she was close, and that moment called for it.
Without hesitation, she stuffed her fingernails inside the judge's asshole. Two digits and almost a third before she broke into a fit. Her body had an orgasmic seizure and it drenched Abi's face like it always did.
Back in court
Don was still in shock, still processing what had just happened. Watt also couldn't believe it. He tapped Don's shoulder to suggest they should go outside.
