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SLUTWIFE LAURA WANTS US BOTH

2021-01-16T22:25:48Z

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Good god this girl could take a cock. She didn't mind if it was in her pussy, arse or her mouth, she preferred her mouth being fucked but, in all honesty, she just loved it any way she could get it. Laura was a true cumslut in every sense of the word. She loved cum, she got a gleeful satisfaction from milking a cock with her throat, you could see it in her eyes. She never felt more alive than with a hard cock pumping in and out of her, the kind of girl every guy wants on the end of his dick and that's what happened with me, only she wasn't my girl, she was the wife of a friend but over the years we had developed an understanding of each other's filthy needs. She needed more cock than her husband could or was willing to provide so who was I to turn that down? I could reel off story after story about all times she sucked, fucked and swallowed my cock but I will start with how I ended up helping to DP her... I got a text message on a Friday night, just as I was about to go to bed, from Laura, asking if I was still up was there any chance I could come pick her and her husband up, They couldn't get a taxi and it was to far to walk home after their night out, I had offered a lift home a few times so didn't mind, it wasn't to far from where I lived and I knew they would return the favour if I ever needed a lift. Still in my PJ's I threw on a pair of trainers and a coat and headed out to the car, As I got in the car, I felt a familiar twitch in my cock, I knew that she loved to show her fantastic big fits in super low-cut tops when she went on nights out, and I expected tonight to be no different. As I pulled up outside the pub they where already outside waiting, He looked worse for wear with drink, but she didn't disappoint, her tits were bursting out of a scandalously low-cut top. I bet she had a few cocks twitching in that pub tonight with them tits I thought as she opened the back door and told her husband to get in. I couldn't have been happier as this meant she was going to sit up front. It was a difficult job driving back and keeping my focus on the road, out the corner of my eye I could see her tits heaving up and down as she breathed. This didn't go unnoticed by her as I caught her staring at my ever-hardening cock a few times. Her husband was almost asleep in the back, occasionally mumbling stuff about a long wait for taxi and thanks for the lift. I was about to answer him when noticed she had undone her top and was exposing her tits. As I drove them both home I was driving as slow as possible to make the journey home last as long as I could. I watched as Laura played with her pierced nipples, all the time staring at my cock, which was now literally bursting out of my PJ bottoms. All too soon we arrived at her house. I looked back to see her husband had fallen asleep against the side window, I was about to open my door when she leaned over, pulled my rock hard cock out of my PJs and almost swallowed the entire length in one. I instinctively pushed the back of her head down further till I heard a slight gagging sound and then released her, she pulled up off my cock with spit stringing from the tip to her mouth and gasped, "I want more". She then got out of the car with her tits still exposed, I climbed out and opened the back door, helping her husband out the car I watched her walk into the house leaving the front door open, I helped him to the house and into the front room where I dropped him onto the sofa. I asked if he was ok and if he would like a glass of water to which he nodded he did, walking into the kitchen to get the water I heard Laura shout down the stairs thanking me for coming to pick them up late, I got him a glass of water, as I walked back into the room, I nearly dropped it, Laura was standing in the doorway in just her underwear... I couldn't help but notice the look of pure lust in her eyes, she wanted cock and she was going to get it. Her big mesmerising tits where still exposed, she had literally stepped out of her dress and was stood in the doorway in black lingerie, see through lace patterned down the sides with built in suspenders that were clipped to fishnets, still in her shiny black heels that she had been out in all night, there was something else she had been out all night with too, yep, no knickers. My cock was throbbing as I looked at her stood there, her pussy was freshly shaved bare and if I wasn't mistaken, already a showing little glisten of wetness. I was wondering if she was expecting me to fuck her quietly in the kitchen or even how I was going to do it without her husband knowing when she spun on her heels walked towards him, bent overexposing her naked arse to me and started to unzip him. I took a step back and sat down on the chair opposite, she fished his half hard cock out of his trousers and started sucking it. She was really making a show of it, moaning, slurping and gagging as she thrust her head up and down his shaft. He looked over at me and winked, easing the situation and giving me chance to lean in for a closer look at her bare backside only feet away from me, I slipped my hand into my PJs and slowly stroked as I watched. He was now fully hard and thrusting his hips up to meet her downward head movements, I could her the determination in the noises coming from her throat, what a dirty little slut I thought as I watched her hand between her legs rubbing at her clit as her husband fucked her face in front of me. I think you better thank him for our lift home he abruptly said as he pulled her head of his cock and pointed at me, she didn't miss a beat as she spun round and crawled on her hands and knees towards me, I knew that look on her face as she grabbed my pjs and tugged them down instantly exposing my rock hard, she grabbed it at the base making it stand straight up and whispered "thank yo..." Not even finishing the word "you" before the head was in her mouth, her tongue licking down the shaft as she pushed her head down till it hit the back of her throat, it felt amazing. Her husband came up behind her with his cock in his hand, kneeled down behind and fed his cock into her waiting pussy, I could hear how wet she was as he thrust in, each time he pushed in she was taking more of my cock in her throat, being fucked from both ends definitely suited this slut and she knew it, i could hear her moans changing tone, id heard that moan before, she was going to cum. I speed up my thrusts into her throat to match her husbands in her pussy, just as we got into a rhythm, she took my dick out of her mouth and crawled up me, she was now straddled on me, her huge tits in my face, she reached down between her legs and positioned my cock between her pussy lips. Instinctively I reached for her tits, God they were good I thought for a second before she dropped and impaled herself on my cock. She was so hot and wet that she took me in one go as I felt her pubic bone hit mine, she didn't lift up to meet my push though she just sat still with my cock bottomed out in her, her massive tits in my face. Then I realised why she had leaned into me; she had pulled her arse cheeks apart and was wating for her husband to join in. What a sight he must be seeing I thought I heard him spit, I felt her tense up as he rubbed it into her arse, [https://xfaap.com https://xfaap.com] I could feel her pussy tighten as her husband aligned himself then felt the pressure of his cock squeezing into her, she had a fire in her eyes as he pushed himself in her arse until he too was balls deep in this slutwife of his. Her breaths where short and sharp as we both started to move inside her, taking turns to alternate pushing in and out of her, I could feel her pussy so wet but tight with the cock in arse. Harder she mumbled as we both fucked her, "what was that slut" her husband asked... "HARDER" she shouted so we both started slamming into her, it had been alternative thrusts to start with but now we where both pistoning in and out of her at the same time, I could feel her pussy suddenly flood as she came on our cocks, her head thrown , back mouth open not even breathing, just her eyes open as her orgasm tore through her, her husband pulled out of her arse and told her to get on the floor in front of us, shaking she obeyed , he put his cock back in her arse and continued to fuck her, he then said to me "fuck her face and cum down her throat, she loves it" I fed my cock into her waiting open mouth and did as I was asked. Her tits where swinging as we both fucked her as hard as we could, my balls literally hitting Laura's chin as her husband was slamming into her arse, I felt my cock throb with that familiar feeling as I looked down to see her looking up at me, she was so happy, a true slut taking two cocks. I mouthed "I'm going to cum" to her so she grabbed my arse and pulled me even deeper into her throat, her husband realised what was about to happen and slapped her arse, she started shaking through her orgasm as he thrust deep into her arse and grunted, filling her bowels with cum as I let go in her mouth, wave after wave of cum pumped into her from both ends, she was in slut heaven. Her husband now spent staggered back and sat back down on the sofa, his cock still twitching and dripping cum as I emptied the last of my balls into her throat. She slid her mouth off my cock still maintaining eye contact with a smile on her face highlighted by the small amounts of cum leaking out the corners of her lips, she lay on her back on the floor and used her the fingers on one hand to scoop it back into her mouth, licking her finger as she did, the other hand rubbing at at her clit. She had just drained 2 cocks and this horny little cock slut already wanted more...

BURN THIS WHOLE TOWN DOWN

2021-01-16T22:10:26Z

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From the mountain top of contentment, actually being married to the town princess, having two wonderful kids, my own business that was going good, and living in my home town, where I had always wanted to live, to the depths of hell in a few weeks is my story. I live in Culverson, a small town in a Midwest state. The population of our small community is only a thousand souls. Our nearest urban area, a small city of twenty thousand people, is located about sixty miles away. There are other smaller villages between. We have a couple of convenience stores, a precursor to Wal-Mart, you know the small find everything store that primarily sold groceries but had a toy section, clothing, office supplies, camera department, and various sundries and even had patterns and cloth for those who thought themselves seamstresses. We also had a small pharmacy, a local True Value franchise, a farm store, a couple of cafes (no fast food restaurants), a large locally owned bank and a small credit union as well as my computer services business. My company was mostly an IT consulting service. I sold hardware such as computers, servers, and monitors but mostly to those that were interested in the whole package including networks. Some of my clients included the bank, the local hospital and the school system. My nearest competitor was in the more urban city but I even had clients there and had to frequently trouble shoot my competitor's networks. Oh, I guess I should actually introduce myself. My name is Tim Meheron. I am thirty years old. For any who care I am six foot tall and weigh one hundred and eighty pounds soaking wet. Up until recently I was married to a girl I knew all through middle and high school, Becky Mains-Meheron, now soon to remarry as our divorce is final. We were married for seven years. I thought they were good years but, I guess, she didn't think them so good as she blindsided me with the divorce petition. Now, I do have to state, that we were not high school sweethearts. We barely talked to each other at any time since we ran with different crowds. We attended the same university but didn't hang out with the same crowd there, either. As a matter of fact I really didn't like her in school as she was the local princess. Her daddy, Ronald Mains, owned the only bank in town. Mains Federal Bank loans money to the local farmers, the feed store, the locally owned convenience stores, Ned's Superstore, and most of the rest of the businesses locally as well as most everyone in town has auto loans and home loans through that bank. I guess we all like to see our banker face-to-face and so online banking has not really caught on here. I even have a small operating loan with my daddy-in-law. Well, anyway, back to Becky. It wasn't until after we graduated with our bachelors' degrees that suddenly she was interested in me. Now, I had fanaticized a little about her when we were in high school. She was the lovely blonde of decent height, weight, nice bust and ass and head cheerleader. I was a starting defensive end during football season, a forward playing basketball, ran the 1000 meter and 2000 meter races in track and played center field during baseball. Now Becky was not exactly stuck up, [https://xfaap.com https://xfaap.com] she would refute that little generalization if you threw it at her but she did project that attitude of entitlement. She dated the quarterback who also played point guard and pitched baseball. Josh was a good guy and a good athlete. He went to a different university on a full ride scholarship to play football and that was when they broke up. Like I said, I didn't run in the same circles as Becky did during our college days. She was a high ranking member of her sorority, the largest on campus, and their corresponding fraternity was the largest on campus. There were always fraternity or sorority sponsored events to take up time outside of class. On the other hand, I was a nerd. I spent a lot of time outside of class learning hardware and software as well as various systems and the difficulty computerizing them. My choice of study required at least as much time studying as I put in the classroom. I also had to have a job to help pay what the small scholarship didn't. My dad was the manager of Ned's Superstore so he didn't make a huge salary, just enough to keep me from grants. Just to give an example of scale you could multiply the square footage of my parents' house by four and still not be as large as Ronald Mains' primary domicile. During the summer Dad and I would go camping almost every other weekend. Fishing was a cheap but enjoyable pastime. Becky and her parents would jet off to Aspen, the Ozarks, Miami, occasionally to Hawaii, and then up to Maine just for shits and giggles. Get the idea? We were very different people who just happened to grow up in the same small town. When I came home from school suddenly Becky wanted to date me. She was almost stalking me. I really never understood her interest. Yes, I had started my business but, at the time, I was a one-man operation. I had applied for a small business grant for my startup money and I was showing a small profit after the first year. Becky finally bit the bullet and asked me to dance one night when we both seemed to be at the same bar with a live band. We fit together pretty well. Mom had insisted that I learn to dance various different steps so I didn't acquit myself too badly. We parted as the bar shut down for the night with a kiss by her car and a promise by me to call the next day for a "real date". I was an only child, something about mom's uterus that didn't allow normal development of the fetus. I guess I was a miracle baby. Becky had a brother who left home at age eighteen and fell off the face of the earth. I guess he didn't like Ronald much. During the year after I graduated my dad died of a sudden heart attack. Mom said he was talking about mowing the yard and sometime later she noticed something sticking out of the small shed door at the back of the lot. My dad had collapsed there and by the time mom noticed it was far too late. The ambulance guys didn't even try to revive him. He had been gone too long. Becky attended Dad's funeral even though we had only been on a few dates. It pleased me to see her there and she migrated to my side at the cemetery and held my hand as the tears coursed down my face. She was also very gracious to Mom and some of the small contingent of family that had traveled quite a ways to support us. Mom's house was fully paid off before Dad passed and he had a pretty good life insurance policy that assured her a living income the rest of her life if she was careful. Thank god for that as the recent events unfolded. I'll get to that in a bit. The old joke is about the guy that chased a girl until she caught him. Well, that wasn't the way Becky and I proceeded. She chased me. She asked me out. She initiated our sex life. I won't go into specifics except to say that we fit together, sexually, pretty well. We started to date exclusively, at least from my standpoint and I didn't hear any rumors of her dating others, and we engaged in sexual congress two or three times a week. There were days I had to travel to some of the outlying communities. Some of the larger farms wanted to integrate all their computers, from the tractors, to the planters, the milking parlors and then the household computers. All had to have wi-fi access. With the buildings sometimes quite a ways apart there were logistical obstacles to overcome. So, I don't know if Becky sat at home, in her parents' house, on nights I had to be too busy to see her. Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you about Becky's job. Since her major was "Women's Studies" she couldn't find an appropriate job in Culverson so she went to work for her daddy. She started as a teller and worked her way up, quite rapidly, to vice president of the loan department. Of course it was nepotism but she threw herself into the work and got educated, the way her father wanted, in how banking works. Years later I can look back and see how I was played into marriage. One night, just before Christmas that year, Becky informed me that she was pregnant and asked what I was going to do about it. With the values that were instilled by my parents, I immediately asked her to marry me. I should have immediately realized my love's actual pregnancy status when she and her mother chose a date seven months after the announcement of our engagement that Christmastime. By the time I finally figured out that she had lied about being pregnant the plans were set and the massive amount of invitations had been sent out. I confronted Becky and she just shrugged her shoulders. Her explanation? "If I left it up to you we would never get married, let alone engaged. I love you and you love me. This will work." As for me, I was in love with the town princess. The sex was awesome and I really wanted to sleep with and next to Becky so I went along and didn't kick the traces after realizing she had lied about her pregnancy. The wedding was the largest hosted in our town in anyone's memory. Everyone was invited. We even held it on a Sunday afternoon so all the businesses could close down. The feast was extraordinary, catered by a firm from our urban community. We honeymooned in Barbados where Becky found a clothing optional beach and was nude almost every day we were there. The sex was alternately loving and gentle and then rough and tumble. We did it all. We explored the island via motor scooter and even snorkeled in the clear Caribbean Sea. After our two weeks of hedonism it was back to work. I now had one person working for me and before our marriage imploded had expanded to three technicians and a secretary/bookkeeper to keep us all organized and in line. About a year after we married Becky announced that she was pregnant. This time it was not a false alarm. Constance, my little Connie, was born with all ten toes and fingers and was destined to be spoiled rotten. She is my little girl though. Two years after that we welcomed Thaddeus, or Tad for short. He also came fully formed. My life was complete and I was as happy as a pig in a mudhole. Our seventh year was when things seemed to change. Becky suddenly was needed to work a lot of evenings and some weekends. I could understand the occasional banking conference but it was a slow year and there couldn't have been any new influx of loan applications that would merit all these evening meetings and weekend hours. Becky always answered her cell phone if I called but I tried to not bother unless it was important. There was never any missed calls or any time she answered all out of breath but I was still a little concerned. Our sex life also suffered since Becky was seldom home before I went to bed. A lot of nights I would need to hit the hay just after the kids because of my travel time to service my customers. Yes, I had more help but that was just to keep me from running around chasing my own tail. We were all very busy but I planned my days so I could be home in the evenings, especially if Becky couldn't be counted on to care for the kids. I remember the last time I made love to my wife. I came home on a Friday night and, lo and behold, she had actually arrived before me and had supper ready for us. The kids were beside themselves talking to their mother throughout the meal. So much so we had to actually ask them to eat. We all then cleaned up the table and got the pots, pans and dishes into the dishwasher before sitting together and watching Shrek for the umpteenth time. The kids were so happy to see Becky that she had to put them down for the night. I wasn't allowed anywhere near their bedroom that night. After they were settled Becky came back to the living room carrying a couple of glasses of wine and wearing high heels and some little bit of fluff called a baby doll that accentuated her beauty and made my cock hard as a rock. We settled on the couch and sipped our wine while Becky whispered what she wanted me to do that night. She didn't want nice and loving, no, she wanted hard fucking in all her holes. I didn't know if I could step up to the mark as it had been quite a while since our last encounter and I was certain I would shoot before I even got my cock lined up with her little bald pussy. I gave it everything I could and I collapsed into a dreamless sleep. When I woke on that Saturday morning Becky was already dressed and had an envelope in her hands. "Time to wake up, Dummy." Where was the loving woman of last night? Why the term Dummy? "The kids are all dressed and ready to go to Mom and Dad's. That is where I will be staying this weekend. That will allow you about forty-eight hours to get your shit out of my house. Monday morning there will be a protection order entered against you citing mental cruelty and a tendency to violence if you are upset. The divorce papers in the envelope will also be filed at the same time." I was flabbergasted. I finally found my voice and asked, "What is going on and why are you doing this?" "Simple, Stupid, Josh has come to work in the bank as Dad's right hand man and we are going to get married as soon as the ink is dry on my divorce papers. We have been getting reacquainted for months and now is the time to pull the trigger." As she was leaving she paused to toss the last grenade on my life. "By the way, Josh can't have kids so he wants to adopt Constance and Thaddeus. They will now always be referred to by their given names, not the hillbilly nicknames you came up with." She slammed the door on her way out. I spent the first twelve hours of that weekend just reading and rereading the contents of the envelope. Rebecca, not Becky anymore, not only wanted the house but my business also. The terms said I could still run the business but I would only make minimum wage, less than even the rest of the crew. She wanted full custody. The requested child support would be more a month that I would actually make under her demands. She also wanted alimony even though she would be making many times what I could make. She had her car titled in her name but mine was owned by the company. As long as I was employed by the business I could still drive it. We had some savings, not a lot since we were still young, but some. She had already pulled all but a few dollars out of the account. I didn't even get half. Finally decided to quit reading and stewing and do something. I called around and found someone to loan me a pickup and a trailer. I had no friends of my own, just "our" friends and knew that they would not be at helpful. Finally I called a couple of guys I used to hang out with in high school and they immediately came and we packed the trailer with things that Becky would not quibble about. I had no where else to go so I went into work. I had purchased the whole building a year before so we could have more expansion space. The second floor had a small apartment in the back that was dingy and dirty. I rolled up my sleeves and cleaned all day Sunday. An airbed was my bed. My friends loaned me some old furniture and some pots and pans so I could eat and sit on something. A small microwave would have to suffice as my cooking appliance for a bit until I could find a stove. I also needed a refrigerator but made do with a cooler full of ice for my beer. On Monday I woke stiff and sore. I do not recommend an airbed except as an emergency bed. The shower was cold as there was no hot water on the second floor, only a small tank for the bathroom in the office downstairs. I managed to shave and look somewhat presentable. I called some of the local attorneys and was soon made to be aware that I was being perceived on the same level as a mass murderer. My father-in-law had put out the word. There would be no help provided to me or loans would be called in. I had no time to get a lawyer from farther away so I went to court that morning representing myself. Judge Gavin presided. I had a real bad feeling. The judge was always at any event hosted by the Mains family and I would bet his car and home loans were through the Mains Federal Bank. He directed his first comments to me. "Mr. Meheron, why aren't you represented by Counsel?" "Judge, I beg your pardon but I was served my papers on Saturday morning by my wife and so could only look for an attorney this morning before court. No local attorney will take my case. I ask for a continuance to seek counsel from farther away." "Denied. I don't understand this. According to the file these papers were filed three weeks ago and this court date was scheduled then. The file also shows you were served at your place of business that same day by a deputy. You had plenty of time to seek representation and file the required papers showing your financial status. I should hold you in contempt at your blatant attempt to delay these proceedings." "Your honor, I wish to protest and hope this is put into the official court record that I find that I am being railroaded into a settlement that is totally in my wife's favor and this is just to destroy me, not help my children in any way. Since all of my earnings records are filed jointly my wife should have been able to produce and present my financial standing and thus make mute the whole request for unreasonable child support and also, she has announced that she is remarrying as soon as our divorce is final so alimony should be a non-issue." He slammed his gavel down. "Silence! You, Sir, are out of order! You have had plenty of time to respond to the summons. I find for the plaintiff." He slammed his gavel down again and stood and left the chamber. I was aghast. In a matter of minutes I was divorced, I may find it very difficult to see my children ever again, and my business had been taken away. I looked over at my ex-wife. Rebecca at least looked a little guilty for what she had just done. She sucked it up and gave me a haughty stare. "You had better get to work. I don't pay you to sit and look like someone just pissed in your Cheerio's." Hate was becoming a more dominant emotion over the confusion of the past few days. I had to control myself as I could see the bailiff watching me very closely. He didn't seem too friendly. Joshua and the bitch got up and followed their attorney out the door. I sat and waited. I needed to give them no ammunition to get me thrown in jail. Somehow I was coming to the conclusion that was one of their goals. If I was in jail for losing my temper then her accusations would be given credence. The bailiff came over and quietly talked to me. "They should be out of the building by now. The other bailiffs are watching but you know how much pull the Mains have in this town, hell, in this whole county. Get yourself a lawyer from the state capital. That should be far enough away. We support you and feel for you but can't risk being found out." I nodded and thanked him. When I went out there were multiple people in uniform lined up to watch me leave. I went to the office. Surprisingly Rebecca and Joshua weren't there ahead of me. I figured they would beat feet to tell the staff who was now the new owners. Their arrogance cost them a little. First I made sure that all the staff members were busy with assignments. I then wrote out a check for cash and sent our secretary/bookkeeper to the bank to cash it. I directed her to tell anyone who might question it that I was going to be out of town for a few days servicing distant clients and would need cash. I assumed that if I went to the bank myself then there would be orders to thwart me. Unless the judge had signed a court order detailing who was now the owner of the business then the bank shouldn't deny the business the funds. This was not an unusual occurrence as a lot of the small towns preferred cash over debit or credit cards as the bank and credit companies charge a percentage of every transaction against the businesses themselves.

CHICKS BEFORE DICKS

2021-01-16T21:30:39Z

Hattie19T8391640: Created page with ""I don't know, Jess, how would you feel if your husband had a girlfriend?" "Oh, I'd cut his nuts off, take him for every penny he had, and leave him living out in the s..."

"I don't know, Jess, how would you feel if your husband had a girlfriend?" "Oh, I'd cut his nuts off, take him for every penny he had, and leave him living out in the snow, barefoot and in rags." She laughed at that. "Besides, I don't have a boyfriend, I've just got an occasional fuck buddy." Jessica was hard to take, sometimes. She was pretty, kind of, in a sort of Stephanie Abrams-kind of way, a classic beauty but who had a bit of a hard edge look to her. Always fashionable, in perfect business attire, she commanded a room when she walked in, though not at this moment. "Couldn't he stay in that shed you guys have out back?" I asked her, drawing a big grin from her. "Oh, yeah, I guess I could be that nice," she laughed. "It's metal, no insulation, just to hold the lawnmowers and chicken feed. The doors face northwest, don't quite close tightly, so the winter wind gets in, but I guess it would be better for him than nothing. Maybe the barn would be better?" "So why are you screwing Marcus when you've said David is a real stud?" "Marcus is an awesome lay, too. I mean, they're both great in bed, just different. David makes love to me, and does a great job, but Marcus just wants to fuck. You know how it is, Kris, sometimes a girl just needs to get taken, just needs to be savagely fucked." "So, with all of the duds out there, you find two studs, and hog them for yourself. Nice going, Jess." "Hey, you snooze, you lose." Sometimes Jessica Steele was hard to take. She was my partner and best friend in our up-and-coming law firm. We'd met at the University of Louisville Law School, and hit it off. Jess was a real shark in the courtroom, more than once leaving opposing attorneys in 200 lb heaps of red jello. She could take a marginal case and still come out a winner, finding the smallest of holes in an opponent's case and widening them enough to drive a tractor-trailer through. Me? I succeeded through intense preparation. Those tiny holes Jessica found in opponents' cases? No opponent ever found a hole in my cases, because my legal aides and I were so absolutely thorough. Jessica was a shark in the courtroom, but my presentation was always quiet, so soft-spoken that the jury had to pay close attention to hear what I was saying, but I wove my cases so tight that there was no escape. Here in Frankfort, the state capital, there were always a lot of cases involving the state government, and we were damned good at them. We were different in more than just our courtroom styles. Jessica was the power suit type. Today she had on a darker than Navy blue suit, perfectly tailored to her broad shouldered figure, pants perfectly creased, adding the feminine touches of barely there high heeled sandals with professionally pedicured, red painted nails, and a matching red broach where a neck tie would be on a man, her long, brunette hair almost to her elbows, in an ultrafeminine style that drew men's attention to her, the way Hope Hicks had done when she wore that tuxedo to a state function in Japan. My attire was more traditionally feminine, though always professional looking. Skirts and dresses more often than slacks, just a couple of inches above the knee, and more obviously feminine blouses than the ones Jess wore. If I could've worn my hair as long as hers and have it look right, I would, but once it got much past my shoulders, it kind of wimped out and looked ragged, so I had mine cut in a professional-style bob. Still, as an ash-blonde, it drew attention, as did my ice-blue eyes. And damn, we did make a devastating-looking pair. David Blaine was Jessica's husband, and they seemed a mispatched pair. David was a farmer, with 129 acres off Glenn's Creek Road, just south of the county line, on the bluffs overlooking the Kentucky River. David raised corn and barley, and boarded horses for the daughters of wealthy families. He had goats and chickens and a few head of cattle. His hands were strong and calloused, because, despite his money - the farm had been his parents' and his father's parents before him - he worked his farm himself, with hired hands, of course, in all kinds of weather. He was kind of hard to get to know, but once you did, you saw a strong-looking man, but one with an unexpectedly soft heart. The barns were full of cats and other critters that he took in, and I guess that people knew that, because too often people just abandoned litters of kittens and puppies on the long, gravel road up to the farmhouse. I guess they knew those litters would be cared for. He was, to put it simply, the kind of husband women would want. And here Jessica was screwing around on him! Marcus Grayson was another attorney, a solid criminal defense attorney. He was good, really good, and he won some tough cases that he shouldn't have. Prosecutors in Franklin, Woodford and Fayette counties really hated him, because he cost them cases which should have been open-and-shut convictions. Very tall at 6'4" or so, with an athletic build, Marcus called on Jessica for help on a particularly tough case. Kentucky doesn't have a particularly large black population, and Woodford County was even whiter than the state average, 92% white to just 5.4% black. A particularly nasty piece of work in a drug dealer named Tyrone Martin had been arrested and charged with the murder of one of his competitors, along with various other crimes. The math was simple, and brutal. An all-white jury, a black defendant and a black attorney, even a good one, might not be an easy sell in Woodford. So, Marcus made a smart move: he enlisted Jessica to try the case. Tall and strong, her brunette hair pulled back in a wide-barrette held ponytail, she was the defense attorney who captured the jury's attention, poked holes in the prosecution's case - aided by some sloppy work by the Woodford County Sheriff and the Kentucky State police - and she got Tyrone Martin off on murder, down to manslaughter, and acquitted of most of the other charges. Yeah, he'd still wind up in LaGrange, but it wouldn't be for the rest of his worthless life. Marcus made another smart move, one that got him in Jessica's well-tailored pants. She hadn't intended it at all, even though Marcus was undeniably good-looking, but a combination of red wine and wagyu steaks at a top restaurant in Versailles, and somehow, some way, Jess wound up in Marcus' townhouse, her blouse and jacket still on, her pants around her ankles, bent over the back of a couch getting relentlessly hammered by Marcus' cock. I can still remember Jessica's descriptions. His cock was big, though really, no bigger than her husband's. His hands were huge, but softer than David's, and his seduction style was just overwhelming, even to someone as alpha as Jess. She was so turned on that she came almost instantly when he speared into her, and then came again, three or four more times, before he unloaded deep within her. It was almost indescribable, she told me, as though he loved her but was hate-fucking her at the same time. Jessica was too smart to stay at his place, she told me, stopping at a drug store to pick up some Massengill to douche herself out before she got home. She said that she jumped in the shower, and then invited David in with her, to allay any suspicions, and, having douched herself out at a McDonald's before she got home, she fucked him half to death without it being sloppy seconds. Jess told me about it the next morning, and I was just shocked. Jessica was so attractive, so awesome, that she got hit on a lot, and always turned men down. She'd flash her wedding rings, and most guys would back away; the ones who forged on ahead were treated to the same withering, devastating retorts with which she destroyed opposing counsel in the courtroom. But Marcus got through to her, and she said that her resistance wasn't even very strong. Yes, he broke through, but she had surrendered easily. I had thought, hoped, that was just a one time failing. It wasn't. "What the fuck, Jess," I had said when she came into the office late, around 10:30 one morning. She had that look, that freshly-fucked look, her face aglow, he clothes not quite right - something very obvious on the always-well-turned-out Ms Steele - and slightly stumbling in her heels. "Marcus," she simply said, as she plopped herself down unceremoniously on the couch in my office. I shook my head at that, knowing what had happened, in a general sense. Then she gave me the details. "I knew it was wrong, knew I shouldn't do it, but I couldn't help myself. When I left the farm, instead of turning left to come here, I turned right and headed for Versailles. I drove straight to Marcus' office, and got there before him. I sat in my car, waiting and fidgeting, and when he showed up, ten minutes later, with just one look he knew why I was there. "Well, he took me into his office, closed and locked the door, and just plain fucked me again. He started out gentle, kind of like David, actually, but didn't stay that way. First it was missionary, which was kind of hard on that couch of his, but then he pulled out, turned me so that my knees were on the couch and my hands on the backrest, and then he took me from behind, hard, hard and fast. He had his hands on my hips, pulling me back and forth, helping him to slam into me even harder. I actually had to bend down further, and bite the back of his couch to keep from screaming, and I left teeth marks in the leather. Every time he looks at that couch from now on, he'll remember." "Jess, you can't keep doing this. David will find out, and where will you be then?" "I know, Kris, I know. I've got to stop. I love David, love him to pieces, and he's the perfect man for me, but Marcus is like a drug, you know, he just draws me in." "How can you love David and still be fucking Marcus?" "Oh, Hell, Kris, Marcus is just sex, you know? It has nothing to do with whether I love David." "You think your husband would see it that way?" "No, no, he wouldn't." He'd be furious." "Furious, absolutely, any man would be, but would he divorce you?" "I don't know, [https://xfaap.com xfaap.com] maybe, but you know Dave, he hardly ever gets mad, and he's got that big, soft heart of his. We'd probably get past this." "You're taking an awful chance, and there are a lot of girls out there who'd snap up David in a heartbeat if they could. You mess around, and they might just get that chance." "I'm not going to let that happen, Kris, I just won't. I've just got to not see Marcus anymore, I guess. It's just hard to do, knowing how awesome he is." "I don't know, Jess, how would you feel if your husband had a girlfriend?" After our conversation, Jessica went over to her office. We each had our own bathroom off of our offices, and Jess must've gone into hers to freshen up. When I saw her again, she was the same old, perfectly put together shark as always, not a hair out of place, makeup just barely there but perfect, he clothes perfectly in place. She had shed her suit jacket, and was in her ivory sleeveless satin blouse, talking to Jennifer, her paralegal. She had a small bruise, about the size of a man's thumb, on the back of her left upper arm, where she couldn't see it. But David could see it. I could tell her, and she'd be able to change into a t-shirt and jeans when she got home, and that would hide it, but she'd told me before that David and she always sleep naked, so once they went to bed, if she wasn't careful, he'd notice it. I was torn here. I liked David, but Jess was my best friend. You've heard of the man code, bros before hoes? Well, for women, it's chicks before dicks, so I had to pull her aside, and let her know about it. But I had to do more than keep David from finding out; I had to stop her from fucking Marcus again. I didn't know for sure, but I figured that Marcus was a player. He was tall, athletic and good looking, and girls probably dropped their panties for him all the time. He was educated and single, making good money, and was really a good catch, at least if you didn't mind a catch who liked to fuck married women. Hell, most women seemed to think that his past didn't matter, they'd be able to keep him at home. Yeah, right. I wracked my brain, trying to think of ways to stop Marcus. I even thought of seducing him myself - after all, Jess said he was a real stud! - but telling him that if he wanted me, he had to dump Jess. I'm not married, so I could do that. I could go to Marcus and tell him that if he didn't stop with Jess, I'd tell her husband, but that might not stop things and would just piss off my best friend. Besides, I knew that I couldn't tell David! But I also knew that he'd probably screwed a triple digit number of women, and there was no telling what was swimming around in his bloodstream. I figured that I ought to point that out to Jess, who'd never said anything about Marcus using a rubber. Hell, she said that she had to douche herself out that one time, which meant no rubber that time! Bitch was playing with fire! It was three weeks later, when I saw the story in the Lexington Herald-Leader: Versailles Attorney Slain. It seemed that a jealous husband had walked up to Marcus in his office, and very calmly put a bullet in his brain. He hadn't shot anyone else in the office, just Marcus, then turned and walked out. So I called Paul Drake, a private investigator in Lexington, and asked, "Was that the husband of one of the women you found out about?" "Yup! His name was Arthur Street, and that stupid lawyer was fucking his wife. I found six wives that shyster had been fucking, and sent the information, anonymously, to all of their husbands. I figgered one of them would get the job done. I'll have the final bill ready for you by tomorrow." "OK, good. Remember, this is all cash. I've saved my best friend's marriage and saved our firm, but I sure don't want her to know I paid for all of that."

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