AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. This story contains scenes of extramarital, unprotected, and group sex. If it's not your thing, please move on. This story is slightly rougher and more raunchy than most of my other work. Fair warning.
DIVORCE SETTLEMENT – PART ONE
Be careful what you wish for, isn't that what they say? I guess I got what I wanted, although it's not quite the way I imagined it. Nope, it's pretty fucking far from how I imagined it. Most days I feel like it worked out all right. I'm happy now. Sometimes I remember how it all got started, and what my life would have been like if I had chosen a different path; where I would be now, who I'd be with. But regretting is never helpful.
I could blame Gretchen, or my ex-husband Jim, or alcohol or The Providers or whatever for my situation, and I have at different times blamed them all, but it just makes me bitter and angry, and it affects my enthusiasm, and I risk getting corrected. So I try not to think about it anymore, and stay with the program, and I don't resist, ever. And besides, inside I know it was my fault, no one else's. Everything else just helped me or reacted to me. But it was me. I realized that soon after arriving here, one night while I was recovering. And then all the anger I'd been harboring melted away mostly, and my attitude became more suitable, and I started getting corrected less.
It's hard to admit that you made your own bed. But this is my bed now, and like I said, I get with the program now and enjoy it. And since I won't be transitioned from entertainment to asset, I guess I'm doing okay.
But maybe I should start at the beginning.
Jim and I married young, he was 22, I was 20. He had a fledgling construction business that was pulling in some good money. I encouraged him to expand, guiding his enthusiasm and abilities, wanting him to make more money and he did, exploding the business over the next few years into a real money machine, which I loved. I did the house, the clothes, the lunches. I had a soft job in a local firm, and my friends and I partied hard on Jim's money. Jim didn't, he was too busy working. We had an OK sex life, but that soon dwindled with our reduced time together as he worked the business, and I worked his money.
After three years of spending Jim's wealth I started to feel lonely and horny. Hanging out with friends didn't do it for me anymore; they all went home to spouses and significant others, I went home, usually drunk, to my well-appointed empty house. My current situation began about six months later, in a club with friends. I was almost twenty-four then; my friends and I were drinking and dancing. I met these two guys, I don't even remember their names, I call them Big and Bigger, because that's how I remember them. We danced, and drank, and danced more, first with one, then the other, then both. My friends started leaving, Big and Bigger separated me from them. At one point I looked around and couldn't find my friends. At first I cared. Then Big kissed me, and I stopped caring. I kissed him back, and all my good sense left me. We danced more, and then I was kissing Bigger. I could feel him pressing his hardness against me, and I got wet, and hot, and my neglected pussy starting doing all my thinking.
I could tell this part the long way, describing the passion and the longing, and my reactions, but it's not really important. It was hot though, and the idea of being out, and cheating on my husband added to the excitement. Being attractive to someone, getting a man excited, knowing he wanted me, made me crazed and loose and easy. A half hour after the first kiss we were outside by Big's car, and I was on my knees, kneeling on his jacket, sucking his cock. I was sliding my mouth on his long, fat shaft, licking the head, feeling it slide past my lips, smooth and hot and hard for me.
I was not very experienced when Jim and I met, and my sexual experience didn't grow much after we married. We had sex, but it was mostly vanilla, and when he started spending lots of time at work and away, it became vanilla and less. I didn't do a lot of oral and was never a big fan, but this night I really got into it. I wanted to suck this guy's cock, and I was enjoying feeling it in my mouth, the way it tasted, the way it made me feel, on my knees in a parking lot with a well-hung stranger who wanted to fuck my mouth. I was so turned on that his cock was hard for me, I was drooling on him, pumping my hand and mouth on his gorgeous succulent shaft, struggling to fit more inside my mouth. He was groaning, and grunting, holding my head, humping into my face. I thought he might be starting to cum, and was thinking if I should let him cum in my mouth when I heard him say, "its about fucking time," and I heard a noise behind me. I turned my head to see the guy I would remember as Bigger pull his giant half-hard rod of destruction out of his unzipped pants. My fucking pussy gushed, and I nearly came, I swear. I pulled my head off Big and never even got the chance to close it or inhale before Bigger filled my mouth. I had to stretch my jaw to take it, and he pushed, and hit the back of my throat, and I gagged and coughed, spit flying between my stretched lips and his shaft.
He pulled my hair, yanked me off his cock and slapped my face with his saliva-slicked monster. "Don't fucking stain my pants, slut!" he barked, then pulled my head back on him, hard. Instead of resisting, I went willfully.
"Get in the car," I heard Big say, and the door opened, and Bigger led me into the back seat by my mouth. He was fully hard by the time we pulled out of the parking lot, and I licked and sucked him for the short drive. I stopped when I heard the doors open. We were in the driveway of a house in a part of town near the club. Bigger zipped and got out, then Big pulled me out of the car.
They led me to the front door, feeling my ass on the way, kissing me, and pulling my top down. I walked halfway there with my tits exposed, Big's tongue in my mouth, and his hand on my ass, under my skirt and inside my panties, and I loved it. I was pretty sure I was going to get the fuck of my life, and my cunt was dripping with excitement. My panties were pulled under my ass cheeks by the time we opened the door. I followed Bigger inside, into the living room. As he pulled his pants down and sat on the couch, facing me, Big pulled my panties down to my ankles and pushed me towards Bigger, making me trip and fall onto all fours. I swear, I crawled to Bigger on my hands and knees, my feet tangled in my panties, and drove my mouth down on Bigger's mighty joystick.
I was sucking the head, swirling my tongue around, thrilling at the mouthful of hot cock meat. He pushed my head down and made me gag again; this time I blew spit all over his balls. He pulled me up by the hair and drove my face under his shaft, told me to lick the spit off his balls, and I did it with relish. "I want your hot cum in my mouth," I told him, "Shoot it my mouth."
"Shut the fuck up and suck, slut!" He crammed my head back down on his cock. As I sucked I felt Big lifting the back of my skirt, felt his hands on my ass. Then a hard fleshy globe pushed at my pussy, and in one stroke he buried his entire length into my eager cunt. Fuck, he was the biggest thing I'd ever had inside me, and I yowled in pain and passion as I stretched to fit him. My reaction was muffled around Bigger's fat cock, and I heard him chuckle at my reaction. My cunt began to clutch and spasm at the invasion, and I felt my juices running down my thighs as Big started to stroke in and out.
It was the single greatest fuck I had ever experienced in my short, selfish naive life. It felt like he was splitting me apart, and fucking my whole torso, for fuck's sake. He started pounding me, hard, and I felt his balls slapping up into my clit, and like an explosion I came, screaming on Bigger's cock again, as my body shook with the greatest climax I'd ever had. As it crested, and began to recede, I felt a finger at my anus, exploring, then pressing, then pushing inside and I came again! I'd never had anyone touch me there, never mind inside, and the filthy debasement drove me to new heights of excitement.
I felt him pumping harder as I sucked, and sensed he was going to cum. I pulled off Bigger and turned my head, pleading, "Not inside me, cum in my mouth." I barely got the words out before Bigger pulled my hair and drove me back on his cock, telling me to shut up.
"You'll get it in your mouth, don't worry, you fucking whore," I heard from behind me, and then he pushed his finger deeper into my ass, and pounded me harder, faster, and then he groaned and I felt my pussy fill with heat as he shot his load in my eager hole. He stroked his cock through his climax, filling me, and I felt his load spilling out as I came again, filled with another man's semen for the first time in years. Then he pulled out, and I heard him joke to Bigger, "she's wide open, it won't close!" I imagined my cunt gaping open, cum spilling out, and I felt his cock under me, the head on my clit.
Bigger suddenly pushed my mouth off him and stood up, and moved behind me, and Big sat on the couch. "Here you go, slut," he said, and I saw his cock, just beginning to soften, glistening with my juices and cream, and coated with a thick glaze of his cum, fresh from my dripping pussy. "Right in your mouth, like you wanted!" He pulled my face down, but missed my mouth, and rubbed the disgusting mess on my face, finally onto my lips. I opened wide and took the slimy shaft into my mouth, my jaw already sore. I tasted his semen, and my own flavor, and smelled the odor of our sex, and it made me gag and salivate. As I swallowed the mixture my pussy twitched and flushed again, just in time to feel Bigger push his fat pole into my sloppy wet cum-filled hole.