The Divorce Lawyer - Part 4

Click here to read the previous parts of the story.

---

Ron ran his fingers through his hair, took a deep breath, and reached up to knock confidently on the door of the biggest house he'd ever seen. He went a little too hard, though, and rubbed his knuckles from the pain that reverberated through them.

Confident that he'd announced his presence, Ron stepped back and clasped his hands in front of him. Worried that he looked too much like he was there to try and convert the homeowner to a new religion, he instead let his arms hang at his sides.

The sound of heels against hardwood approached the door and Ron held his breath as it opened. A staggeringly beautiful woman - Ron guessed she was in her early 40s - in a silk blouse and a pair of jeans answered the door. She had on three inch heels that Ron recognized as the sort that cost a small fortune and it went without saying that her hair and makeup were utterly flawless, so much so that he wondered if they'd been done by a professional.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Are you Mrs. Simpson? Diana Simpson?"

Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, clearly trying to discern if Ron was a threat.

"Sorry," he said, "I want to talk to you about your divorce lawyer, or would-be divorce lawyer. I believe you had an appointment with him yesterday. Alex is his name."

She smiled. "Oh, yes, he's wonderful. I was actually about to write a check for his retainer. He's promised to destroy my bastard of a husband and he's done it several times in the past for other women so I have every confidence he'll be able to do the same for me."

"He probably will," Ron replied. "He's very good at that sort of thing. I was just wondering, though, if you were aware of his habit of fucking – quite literally – the women that he represents, of manipulating them sexually, of getting them to do things for him that they would never consider doing for another man, of humiliating them for his pleasure while drawing out the divorce process so he can get his rocks off."

Mrs. Simpson looked stunned and again she studied Ron. This time he kept his mouth shut, though, as he imagined it might take her some time to process the information. Then she stepped aside and invited him in.

---

"Hey there," Mindy said as she opened the door to the home she and Ron used to share. She had on leggings and a sports bra and the sweat on her brow indicated that he'd arrived mid-workout.

"Is this a bad time?"

She shook her head. "Not at all. I was just finishing up. Come in. Get yourself a drink. If you like, you can watch me work out. I happen to know that you love the look of a woman in workout gear."

Mindy was right about that and there was no question she looked better than most in leggings and a sports bra, so Ron followed her inside and headed for the kitchen as she returned to their spacious living room. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped the top, and sipped it while strolling around their home in search of any evidence that her lawyer had been there recently. Ron found none, though, and he wondered if Alex ever stayed the night. Surely he found pleasure in fucking Mindy in the home she used to share with her husband. Surely that would thrill a sadist like Alex.

After touring the home he used to own, Ron headed for the living room. He happily watched his soon-to-be ex-wife move her body like the woman leading the workout on screen. He wondered if Mindy had started the workout program soon after she'd begun fucking her divorce lawyer behind Ron's back. There was a moment of jealousy over the notion that Alex got to enjoy her tighter, fitter, sexier body, though it passed quickly.

"I'll be right back," Mindy said after she'd finished. She headed for the kitchen and returned holding a beer of her own. She took a long sip and dropped onto the couch next to Ron. He inhaled her sweaty scent and felt a twinge of desire between his legs.

"So, what's up?" Mindy asked.

Ron sipped his beer, swallowed slowly, and stared at the TV - which had segued into playing another of the same woman's workouts - and asked, "Do you remember the last time you gave me a blowjob?"

Mindy coughed and he turned to see her smiling. "I…well...no, actually. I don't."

"Me neither."

He stared at her breasts - doing so openly and without remorse - and then looked back at the TV, all without saying a word. Ron felt no discomfort at the silence, though, and he wanted to see what Mindy would say next.

"Is there some reason you asked me that?"

He said nothing for a few seconds and then asked, "And do you remember the last time you gave Alex a blowjob? To completion, I mean. A blowjob where you swallowed his cum."

"It was a week ago. It was actually right here in our living room. He had a beer just like you have now. He watched a basketball game while I sucked his dick. It took him a while to cum. I think he was trying to last as long as possible to see if I'd keep at it."

Ron felt another twinge of desire as he pictured Alex - the cocky bastard - getting his dick sucked on the couch that Ron and Mindy had painstakingly chosen after a long day traipsing through furniture stores. He wasn't especially happy at that particular twinge of desire, though, as he wanted nothing to do with his wife's divorce lawyer.

"You know, it just occurred to me that you've actually given a blowjob more recently than you've gotten one," Mindy said with delight in her voice.

Ron smiled. "That's not true, actually."

Her head whipped towards him. "I'm sorry? Who sucked your dick?"

"Diana Simpson."

The jealousy on Mindy's face caught Ron off guard. She certainly had no right to that feeling, though that wouldn't necessarily prevent her from experiencing it. "Who the fuck is Diana Simpson?"

"The wealthy would-be divorcee that Alex was going to represent."

"Was?"

"I convinced her to hire someone else," Ron replied proudly.

"How did you do that?"

"I told her what kind of man he was. In particular I told him of how he'd convinced you to wait a full six months before filing for divorce and how he'd spent that six months defiling you in whatever way he could imagine. Unlike you, she wasn't the slightest bit interested in being represented by a man that would treat a woman that way, so she's going with a different firm."

Mindy looked shocked, and then suddenly she looked at Ron differently, like she saw a new man sitting in front of her. "And where does the blowjob come in?"

"A reward," Ron said. "That's what she called it, at least. I think she felt bad for me. I think she was also grateful that I'd helped redirect her business to an actual professional." He smiled as he thought of Diana guiding him to her couch - which was a lot nicer than the couch Ron was now sitting on - and falling to her knees in front of him. Her mouth had done wondrous things to his cock, too, and his orgasm had arrived quicker than he would have liked. She was too good for him to last long, though. Ron had offered to go down on her afterwards and she'd accepted. After her orgasm they'd spent a bit of time naked on her couch and then she'd thanked him on the way out, offering a deep kiss and giving him her number in case he wanted to stop by again for a little no-strings-attached fun.

"Was it a good blowjob?" Mindy asked.

He nodded. "It was exceptional. She swallowed, too. Then she promised to make sure that any of her soon-to-be divorced friends would avoid hiring Alex."

Mindy was silent for quite some time as she alternated between sipping her beer and studying Ron, who met her gaze each time she looked at him.

Finally, she said, "I'm impressed. If I knew you had this in you I might not have kicked you out of the house and hired Alex in the first place." She inched a little closer and rested a hand on his thigh. "You know, I've learned a lot about sucking cock in the past year. I suppose you might not like that Alex is the one that taught me about how to give a better blowjob, but there's no reason you can't benefit from those lessons."

Ron hadn't figured on his wife - the divorce papers hadn't been filed yet - offering a blowjob. He wasn't sure if she was doing so out of jealousy or desire or if she was trying to keep whatever plan she and Alex had on track, but he couldn't fully extinguish his interest in seeing her on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

"Actually, I have a few other people to see today," he said. "Past clients of Alex's. I know they all gave themselves to him willingly, but I think most of them might be upset to learn that they're not particularly special to him, that he happily fucks as many women as he can, that he gets off on the power trip. I figure if enough of these women get pissed off there's a real chance they get together to ruin his career. Maybe even his life. That's easier than you might think these days. A few well-written Instagram posts are more than enough to bring someone down, even someone as shameless as Alex."

Mindy set her beer on the side table, stood, and removed her clothes as Ron watched. Her body was a lithe dream come true and despite having cum in Diana's mouth an hour earlier, Ron couldn't help but feel a lovely wave of arousal wash over him.

"I want you," Mindy said. "You can do as you please with me. Just know that I want you, Ron."

It had been years since Mindy had uttered those words to him and a flood of fond sexual memories filled his head. Ron wasn't in a mood to rekindle those memories, though. Instead, the notion that took hold in his head was that he really didn't know his wife at all, or at least the sexual part of her. She clearly enjoyed being used by Alex, being degraded by him, being humiliated by him for his pleasure. She'd enjoyed humiliating Ron, too, though he couldn't deny that he'd found a perverse kind of pleasure in lying beneath her in a 69 while her divorce lawyer fucked her from behind.

Ron finished his beer and considered his naked wife. He really did have other meetings that day, though not for a little while. He had time. He could play if he was so inclined.

"On your back on the floor. Spread your legs. Play with your pussy," he instructed.

Mindy smiled and did as instructed.

"What is it you like about being with Alex?" he asked. "Does the degradation turn you on? Is it just that you enjoy satisfying a man like him? Is it that it feels naughty and wild and dirty?"

"It's all of it," she replied. "He showed me a side of myself I didn't even know existed, Ron." He fingers danced over her pussy in broad circles. She was wet and the sound was loud and glorious. "I don't love everything he does with me. I don't love deepthroating him until my eyes water. I don't love getting face fucked until there's spit dripping off my chin. I do, however, get wet when he uses me like that. I guess there's a side of me that likes submitting to that sort of thing with him."

"Just like there's a side of me that enjoyed watching him use you that way."

"Really?" she asked.

Ron nodded and then leaned forward and passed his empty beer bottle to his wife. "Fuck yourself with that. The thick end."

She stared at the bottle and then inserted the bottom of it into her pussy. She laid back and moaned as it filled her. "Fuck, it's so thick."

Ron unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He watched the bottle move in and out of his wife's pussy, but it wasn't the act that turned him on. It was her willingness to do it without hesitation that thrilled him. He felt as though he understood Alex in that moment, though he also knew that his wife's divorce lawyer was a black-hearted man that couldn't muster even a moment of care or sympathy for a single soul.

"Lick the bottle clean," he said.

Mindy pulled it from her pussy and ran her tongue over the bottle, licking her juices from it while rubbing her clit. Ron kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. He stood and lowered his underwear. He then stood astride his wife's chest and looked down at her while stroking his stiffness.

"You're going to suck my balls while you masturbate," he instructed.

Mindy nodded and Ron knelt over her face. He lowered his balls into her mouth and Mindy sucked ravenously. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled just because he could. She moaned, sending vibrations through his balls and into his loins. One hand rubbed her clit and the other grabbed his ass. She gave it a good, hard smack and he yelped from the sudden arrival of pain.

"Naughty girl," he said.

"You should punish me for being naughty," she replied before returning his balls to her mouth. Mindy swirled her tongue around them and Ron stroked his shaft and considered unleashing his load on his wife's forehead.

Instead, he stood and ordered her to her hands and knees. He guided his cock into her from behind, pulled her hair until her back was arched, and delivered a vigorous spanking while fucking her from behind with as much power as he could manage.

"Ron, baby...fuck...can I cum?" Mindy asked after a few minutes of hard thrusting.

"Not yet."

"Please...please...please let me cum!"

"Not until I blow my load inside you."

That moment arrived soon enough. Ron buried his dick in his wife and pushed her to her stomach. He laid on top of her while his balls leapt in their sack and he emptied himself into her warm, wet, waiting cunt. She climaxed beneath him, moaning wildly in the living room they used to share while her body was pressed against the carpet.

"Fucking hell, Ron," she said afterwards. "That was the best sex we've ever had."

He pulled out and stood. "Suck my dick clean."

Mindy moved to her knees and throated him. He put a hand on the back of her head and held her in place until her eyes were watering. Only then did he set her free.

Ron then got dressed and headed for the door while Mindy remained on her knees with his cum leaking out of her.

"Wait, Ron, are we...are you going to file the divorce papers?" she asked.

He stopped, turned, and looked at his wife. She seemed so vulnerable there on her knees.

"Yes," he answered. "You got to spend a year exploring your sexuality. I want to do that."

"You can do that while we're still married."

"I could, but I'm not going to. Instead, we're getting divorced. Then I'm going to finish ruining Alex's career and hopefully his life. Then I'm going to see what it's like to be free, to be able to fuck whoever I want. I think I'll start with Mrs. Diana Simpson. I won't be nearly as cruel to her as Alex would have been, though. I don't have it in me."

"What about me?" Mindy asked.

"There's no rule against a divorced couple continuing to see each other. Hell, some divorced couples get re-married. Who knows? We might be a couple like that some day. You'll have to give up Alex, though. If you fuck him even one more time I want nothing to do with you, Mindy."

"I want to be yours again, Ron," she said. "I know that sounds crazy, but this version of you...it's irresistible."

He still loved her. For as painful as the past six months had been, he still loved his wife. He was going to divorce her, but perhaps there was a future with them. If nothing else, though, they could explore their sexuality together.

"I'll tell you what," he said, "help me destroy Alex. Help me ruin him completely. Then maybe we can be together."

"I'll do whatever it takes."

Ron smiled. In a remarkably short span of time he felt like he'd been reborn and now he was going to set out on a quest to destroy a man, which would be the first time in his life he'd ever done something like that. He'd have a hell of a lot of fun along the way, too, which meant the future looked very bright.

The End.