"You remember Francine?" my ex-wife Denise asked as she ushered her divorce lawyer past me and into my house. What an unpleasant surprise!
"How could I forget?" I asked in reply. Francine smirked and I grit my teeth.
She was a tall thin brunette that might have been pretty if everything about her didn't scream 'uptight bitch'. She had her hair in a bun of all things and always wore conservative suits. He glasses weren't overly attractive, but added to her businesslike persona.
"We finally settled my divorce from Bob an hour ago," my ex said.
"Another sucker bites the dust," I sighed. "Are you two thinking about starting a business together? You hook the poor bastards and get them to marry you and Francine fleeces them for everything they have?"
"Oh my, you're in a bad mood today," Denise said, seemingly more concerned with my attitude than my words.
"I don't know why," I said sarcastically. "Here I am in my own house with my ex-wife and her divorce lawyer, who are both obviously ready to celebrate their victory over a guy who deserved better."
"You're kidding right?" Denise asked. "It wasn't that long ago that you hated Bob."
"That was when I thought he slept with you while we were married!" I snapped. "Like all of the others you had affairs with!"
"Alleged affairs," Francine said.
"Fuck you!" I retorted. The lawyer bitch just laughed, which made me even angrier. "Did you have fun robbing another poor bastard blind?"
"Not quite blind," Francine smiled. "He hired a better attorney then you did."
"But I made out in the end, thanks to Francine," Denise added. I looked at the two of them and released a long breath. I worked hard at getting control of my emotions for a few moments and then shook my head and grabbed my coat.
"I'd try and kick you both out, but it's never worked with Denise before and I don't have the energy," I said, moving toward the front door. "You two have fun. This is not my kind of celebration. It brings back too many bad memories."
"Hey!" Denise said in surprise. "Don't be that way!"
I left my house without another word and drove off angrily. Less than five minutes later there were flashing lights behind me. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the cop car.
"What a fucking day!" I growled as I pulled over.
I was tempted to try and explain to the officer what happened and why I was so pissed off that I was speeding, but thought better of it. I didn't really want to admit that I let my ex-wife and her bitch divorce lawyer force me out of my own house. I'd sound like the looser I felt like.
I ended up at a movie theater. I figured that in my current mood the best thing I could do was sit in a dark place and not talk to anybody. I went to the first movie that was playing. It turned out to be a romantic comedy. It was pretty good, but something about the lead female character reminded me of Denise.
"How could she bring her divorce lawyer to my house?" I snapped aloud in the middle of the movie.
"Shh!" one of the women behind me said in annoyance. There was a group of three watching the movie and munching on popcorn and candy. I almost said something nasty, but thought better of it. There was no point in taking my anger out on them.
The movie ended and I started back toward my house. Instead, I found myself at a local bar where I had a couple of drinks and finally lost my bad mood. I bumped into an old friend and we reminisced. He was a childhood friend and we spoke about growing up. It was exactly what I needed. Nothing we spoke about had anything to do with Denise.
I was actually feeling pretty good when I finally returned home. I opened my front door and threw my coat on the coat rack. I went to my liquor cabinet to poor myself one last drink for the night. It was already opened and a bottle of my ex's favorite wine was missing. Instead of getting mad, I just laughed. Denise was Denise.
I poured myself a drink and walked into my bedroom. I wasn't really tired yet, but I thought it would be nice to relax on my bed and maybe catch a ballgame. I put on the television and started undressing.
"Are you out there?" I heard my ex-wife's voice cry from my bathroom. I shook my head. I should have guessed that she'd still be here.
"How's the hot tub?" I called back.
Denise loved my hot tub. We'd had a lot of fun together in it. I decided to forgive her for inviting her bitch divorce lawyer over. I was slightly buzzed and suddenly horny. Besides, I knew exactly how good Denise looked laying in that tub waiting for me.
"Great!" she called back. "There's room for you."
"I'll be right there."
I finished striping my clothes and went into the bathroom with an eager smile. Don't ask me why, but I didn't expect what I found. In retrospect it was rather stupid of me. Denise was in the hot tub, but so was Francine. What was even more shocking was the fact that they were kissing.
"Oh wow!" I said intelligently.
"Surprise!" Denise joked.
For a moment my good mood wavered, but then I shrugged and laughed. My ex-wife was a lying slut and her divorce lawyer a nasty bitch, but right now they were also two naked women in my hot tub. Besides, for all of her faults, I still cared for Denise a lot more than I was willing to admit.
"Are you going to join us?" my ex asked.
"Of course," I replied, moving toward the tub. "What guy wouldn't love to get a chance to fuck his ex-wife and the bitch who helped her rob him blind?"
"What makes you think I'll let you have sex with me?" Francine asked.
"What makes you think you can stop me?" I retorted. "You're mine for the night. If you don't like that, then get out of my house right now."
I thought she might actually leave, but Francine didn't move. In fact, her eyes smoldered.
"Think you're man enough to take me?" she asked.
"Let's see," I replied, getting into the hot tub, grabbing her by the neck and kissing her roughly. Francine fought me, but she didn't try and leave the tub. I let her break away from me eventually and left her panting as I turned to Denise.
"Now this is a celebration!" she laughed.
"If you say so," I smiled, kissing my ex-wife. It was a passion filled kissed, but not nearly as rough because she didn't even pretend to fight me like Francine.
Denise leaned into me and brushed her large breasts against my chest. I pulled her close. My ex-wife felt good against my body. I felt a hand on my cock and it took a moment for me to realize it was Francine's.
"He really is big!" Francine said excitedly and she slowly stroked my cock under the water. I looked at her and shook my head. I would never have guessed someone who came across as such an uptight bitch could be so horny.
"I told you so!" Denise giggled.
I ignored their conversation and reached out to undo the bun in Francine's hair. She reached up and grabbed my hand.
"I don't want to get my hair wet," she said.
"Tough," I said, pulling the pins out of her hair. "I want to see what you look like with your hair down and your glasses off."
"Bastard!" Francine snapped. I shrugged and kept on pulling pins. She sighed a moment later and started helping. In the end I sat there watching her loosen her hair. She was no longer stroking my cock because she was using both hands to undo her bun, but I didn't mind. Denise's hand felt even better! She knew exactly what I liked.
"Sit up straight," I said when Francine was done releasing her hair. She surprised me by listening. I reached out and removed her glasses before looking at her and smiling. She was very attractive with her hair down and her glasses off. It didn't hurt that she had nicely shaped breasts.
"So, what do you think?" Denise asked. "Isn't she cute?"
"No," I replied. I saw Francine's look of disappointment, but she hid it quickly.
"You're no Adonis," my ex's divorce lawyer said. I didn't let her words bother me. Instead, I grabbed her chin gently and lifted.
"Francine," I said while looking into her eyes. "You're features are too classic to be cute. On the other hand, you are quite beautiful." I saw her expression warm considerably. I frowned. I said she was beautiful because it was the truth, but her smile of appreciation bothered me, so I added, "I can't wait to see how you look while having an orgasm."
"Think you can make that happen?" she asked challengingly.
"Oh, he can!" Denise laughed. "Multiple times!"
"Sit on the edge of the tub," I said to Francine.
She shifted up and I got a better look at her naked body. She was very slim and narrowly built, unlike Denise. Her breasts weren't nearly as large as my ex-wife's, but they were perfect for her built. It didn't hurt that her nipples were long and puffy.
"Very nice!" I said, causing Francine to smile sexily.
I was happy to see a thick thatch of dark hair between her legs. Denise didn't shave either. She had a small patch of soft blond hair. I don't have a hair fetish or anything, but I do prefer hair to none.
"Go ahead!" my ex-wife said excitedly. "I want to see that wicked tongue of yours drive her crazy!"
I shook my head and kissed Denise once more before shifting between Francine's legs. I grabbed one of my ex-wife's lawyer's knees in each hand and pushed them wide apart, exposing her center fully. A bit of pink peeked out and I leaned forward and brushed my tongue against it. Francine literally jumped and moaned.
"Think you're a little too tense?" I teased with a grin.
"Shut up and make me cum!" she snapped angrily in embarrassment. Instead of returning to her pussy, I reached up, grabbed her and pulled her back into the tub. She cried in surprise, "Hey!"
"What are you doing?" Denise asked, sounding disappointed. I guess my ex was a voyeur as well. It made sense. She was such a horny slut!
I ignored them both and roughly kissed Francine again. I also pinched one of her long nipples between to fingers.
"Ouch!" she cried, but her eyes were lust filled and she did nothing to seriously resist me. I continued to kiss her for a few minutes and play with her nipples. Afterward, I lifted her and moved her so that she was holding onto the ledge of the hot tub. This gave me perfect access to her ass and pussy from behind.
"I want you to use your tongue on me!" Francine cried as she tried to change position again. I held her steady. "Denise promised me that you would make me orgasm multiple times with your tongue alone!"
