The Divorce Lawyer - Part 3

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The morning after being handcuffed to a chair and made to watch as his ex-wife and her lawyer had sex, Ron woke up in the same hotel bed where that sex had occurred. There was a warm, naked body next to his and Ron wasn’t sure if he liked that Mindy had spent the night or if he found it distressing that she’d wanted to sleep next to her soon-to-be ex-husband. Thankfully, Mindy’s lawyer was nowhere to be found.

Ron slid out of bed as gently as he could and hurried to the bathroom. He emptied his bladder and resolved to get dressed and get out as quickly as possible. Threats had been made the night before - threats of releasing a video of the previous night's activities to Ron's boss and loved ones - and he needed to make a plan for how to deal with that.

After splashing water on his face, Ron tiptoed back towards the bed in the hope of retrieving his clothes and sneaking out before Mindy woke up. He was too late for that, though. She was sitting up in bed with her hair draped across her breasts. She displayed no such modesty with regards to her pussy, though, as her thighs were slightly parted and her labia were in clear view.

"Good morning, Ronnie," she said with a smile.

He hated that nickname. Her lawyer used it. Mindy was using it to remind him of Alex, to remind him of the man that had fucked his wife the night before. To remind him that Alex had been fucking Mindy for the better part of a year, that he'd turned her into something of a personal slut to be used whenever he was in the mood to empty his balls.

"Good morning," he replied.

Mindy patted the bed. "Why don't you take your underwear off and crawl back into bed. We can fool around a little. You can fuck me once for old time's sake. I'll even let you cum inside me if you promise to lick it out of me after you're gone."

"No thanks."

Her lips turned pouty and she batted her eyes at him. "Are you sure, Ronnie? You don't want to slide your cock into my tight little cunt and fuck me hard until you blow your load? I know you miss it. I know you're not getting pussy from anyone else."

Mindy reached between her legs and masturbated. She bit her lower lip and moaned. Her fingers encircled one of her breasts and she squeezed it gently. It was all very alluring and Ron felt his cock begin to grow with the desire his wife no doubt intended to inspire.

"Come and fuck me, Ronnie," she said softly. "Come and fuck your wife. Take me. Pound me into this bed. Pound me and pump your load into me."

Ron lowered his underwear and Mindy smiled. She slid down until she was on her back and spread her legs. He crawled on top of her. They kissed as she stroked his dick until it was throbbing and eager to enter her.

Then Ron was inside his wife. He was buried in the wet, hot, perfect confines of her pussy. All it took was a few thrusts for him to remember just how good it felt to be inside her, how good it felt to have sex with the woman he'd loved for the majority of his adulthood.

"Fuck, Mindy, this feels so good," he said.

She guided his lips to hers and they kissed deeply. Her legs spread a little wider and then she wrapped them around him, resting her feet against his ass and pulling him a little deeper into her pussy each and every time he filled her.

"Cum in me, baby," she urged him. "Cum in the pussy that used to be yours. Cum in the pussy that belongs to Alex now."

Ron was annoyed at the mention of her divorce lawyer, and yet her pussy suddenly felt better. He resented his enhanced arousal but he couldn't ignore it. He was caught. He was too far gone. He was going to cum while thinking about the fact that his wife had given herself to her divorce lawyer, that she'd let him turn her into his plaything, that she'd done so for six months before filing for divorce. It was all so humiliating, and yet Ron was grunting and groaning and cumming inside her as he thought about it.

Mindy held him tight, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Her body felt warm and soft and perfect beneath his and Ron was struck by a desire to remain like that forever.

Eventually she let him go and he pulled out. Mindy rolled him onto his back and straddled his face. He hadn't intended on licking his cum out of her, but now her thighs were clamped around his head and her fingers had closed his nose. The only way to breathe was to open his mouth, and when he opened his mouth it filled with cum.

"It's best if you understand that you don't have a choice, Ronnie," she said. "Not a real choice, at least. Alex will go to great lengths to ruin your life should you decide that you're not willing to surrender to his desire to humiliate you. He'll release that video. He'll get you fired. He'll make your family shun you. He'll embarrass you as publicly as possible."

Ron wanted to ask his wife why she enjoyed fucking a man as reprehensible as Alex, but she was currently smothering him with her pussy and feeding him his load, so there was no chance to talk.

Eventually, when it seemed that most of his cum had leaked out of her, Mindy began to ride Ron's face, dragging her hips back and forth and moaning quite lustily. He considered tossing her off of his face, but he couldn't bring himself to do it because he was enjoying her pursuit of pleasure. He knew she hadn't cum while he was inside her and he wanted to get her off in some way, even if it involved little more than him simply lying there while she used his mouth, chin, lips, and nose like a sex toy.

Mindy climaxed hard enough that she had to lean forward and press her hands against the wall while her body shook from the intense pleasure. Then she climbed off of Ron's face and out of the bed.

"Your face is a cummy mess. Why don't we take a shower together?"

Ron resented her for so many reasons, and yet he found himself happily joining her in the shower. He washed her body. She washed his. They kissed. She played with his cock until he was hard again. He fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit. When she turned around, pressed her hands against the tiled wall, and told him to fuck her from behind, Ron slid inside his wife's pussy and pounded her hard until he'd cum for the second time in less than an hour. Soon enough he was on his knees cleaning himself out of her again. This time he gave her an orgasm without the need to ride his face. He stood afterwards and they kissed deeply and while their tongues entwined Ron felt a desire to tell his wife that he loved her.

He didn't say a word, of course. That desire was temporary insanity caused by the two orgasms he’d had that morning. He didn't love Mindy. She'd cheated on him relentlessly. She'd handcuffed him to a chair and humiliated him while another man fucked her from behind. She'd made it perfectly clear that Ron wasn't capable of satisfying her. Of course he didn't love her. How could he love a woman that had done all of that to him?

They left the room together and Mindy's fingers entwined with his as they strolled towards the elevator. They held hands on the ride down and as they walked through the lobby and out to the valet stand. They each produced a ticket to have their cars brought up and Mindy turned to Ron and kissed him softly and for a remarkably long time before stepping back and smiling.

"I know this is difficult for you," she said, "and I wouldn't blame you for hating me. I think we could probably find a way to be happy together, though, if you found a way to embrace the side of yourself that emerged last night."

Ron didn't answer and Mindy gave him a kiss on the cheek before getting in her car. She waved to him through the window and drove off as he stood there feeling shell-shocked from the events of the last twenty four hours.

Not long after, Ron's car arrived. He tipped the valet, got behind the wheel, and drove off. He headed home while Mindy's last words to him played over and over in his head. Did he want to find a way to be happy with her? Would being happy with her involve watching her get fucked by Alex or men like him? Was that something that actually turned him on, or had Mindy merely fucked him twice that morning and lured him into a sense of post-orgasmic bliss that made him think he could find happiness being married to someone that fucked dirtbags like Alex on a regular basis?

Ron had a lot to think about and he suspected he wouldn't have all that long to do it before Alex demanded some sort of humiliation in exchange for not releasing his secretly recorded video and ruining Ron's life.

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Like many divorced men, Ron had moved out of the house after Mindy initiated the breakup of their marriage. However, he'd steadfastly refused to take up residence in one of those sad divorcee apartment buildings that served to help further the delusion that the men who lived there were only doing so on a temporary basis, that soon enough they'd win their wife back, that they'd be back in the house they'd worked so hard to buy. Those men almost never left their sad temporary housing and Ron was not going to live in a sad apartment.

Instead, Ron had opted to embrace reality and had rented a top floor unit with two bedrooms, a spacious living room, a well-appointed kitchen with marble countertops and a Viking stove, and a balcony large enough to fit a good-sized table with room for four people to dine outside. Not once had he hosted a single person at his apartment, but he liked the idea that he could have a small dinner party or bring a woman home and it wouldn't feel even a little bit sad.

A woman hadn't set foot in his apartment since the separation, though. No one had set foot in his apartment, in fact, which was why Ron was thoroughly surprised when he heard a knock at the door late on a Wednesday night.

He peered through the peephole and saw his wife standing there in a black overcoat. Ron stepped back and tensed up. He hadn't heard from Mindy or Alex in the three days since their interlude at the hotel. Mindy didn't have his new address, either, though Alex did and it wouldn't have been hard for her to get it.

"Ron! I know you're in there," she called out. "Open up."

Ron opened the door and his wife breezed past him. He noted the black duffel bag she carried and couldn't help but conjure an image of the two of them staging a burglary of some kind. She certainly seemed to be dressed for it, though the stockings and heels she wore were a bad choice for crime. They were, however, a good choice for something sexual, which he decided was her likely intent. He thought of the orgasms he'd had at the hotel, of how he'd cum twice in her mouth and twice in her pussy, of how thrilling it had all been, with the notable exception of the humiliation of watching Alex fuck her in the ass.

Mindy dropped the bag and opened her overcoat to reveal a stunning black lace bodysuit. A moment later her body was against Ron's. Her lips found his. Her tongue brushed against his lips before disappearing into her mouth. He chased and she greeted his desire with a moan as his hands slipped under the coat and moved down her back, grasping her ass and rubbing it through the remarkably soft, delicate lace of her bodysuit.

"Show me your bedroom," she said. "And bring the bag."

Ron picked up the duffel bag - it was heavier than expected - and took Mindy's hand.

"This is a nice place," she said. "I like the bachelor pad vibe, though I'll bet you haven't fucked anyone here."

"I haven't," he admitted as they walked into his bedroom.

Mindy dropped her overcoat and undressed him with remarkable speed, bringing back memories of long ago where they literally couldn't wait to tear each other's clothes off and surrender to the lust built up over the course of a date early in their relationship.

"I want you on your back in the bed, but I want your head down there," she said while pointing to the foot of the bed.

Ron told himself it was probably unwise to do as his wife wanted in that moment, but he obeyed her instructions.

"Spread your arms and legs," she said.

He did so and she produced four lengths of rope from her bag. She then carefully tied him to his bed by his wrists and ankles. It took some time and Ron offered no resistance, though he silently argued with himself about doing so. He chose to surrender to the unknown, though, as he suspected that an exceptional orgasm would be his to enjoy at some point that evening.

The rope bondage was almost certainly meant to make Ron feel vulnerable and it did its job wonderfully. The spread-eagle position enhanced that vulnerability, of course, and Mindy wasted no time taking advantage as she crawled on top of him, straddled his crotch, and ran her lace-clad pussy back and forth over his dick while leaning down to kiss his chest, neck, and lips.

"Alex will be here soon," she whispered, telling Ron what he already knew but had refused to acknowledge. He tensed up at the news and regretted his willingness to along with being tied to his bed. At the same time, Ron couldn't escape the notion that he'd agreed because he wanted a repeat of the night at the hotel. He wanted to feel as though he was being made to experience the humiliation against his will. Perhaps that wasn't the case, but it was hard to argue against it because he hadn't put up even a shred of a fight as Mindy tied him to the bed.

Those thoughts floated away as her tongue entered his mouth. Soon after Mindy was sitting atop his face. She dropped her pussy onto his mouth and he looked up at her while running his tongue over the delicate - and delicately scented - lace barrier that prevented him from tasting his wife's sweet juices.

She was moaning quite loudly when a knock on the door interrupted her face riding fun. Ron watched as Mindy dismounted and left the bedroom. He expected she would return with her divorce lawyer, but instead he listened as they talked, seemingly made drinks - he heard the sounds of ice clinking into glasses - and relaxed in his living room.

For an hour Ron remained bound to his bed while his wife and her divorce lawyer drank, laughed, and fooled around - at least based on the moans - in his living room. Near the end of the hour he was certain that the whole point of the evening had been to tie him up and leave him alone in the bedroom while they fucked all over the rest of his apartment, soiling every surface with their sex juices and reminding him that Mindy wasn't even remotely his anymore.

Then, to his relief, Mindy and Alex walked into the room. Of course it was fucked up that he was relieved that his wife and the man she'd been fucking for the past year were in his bedroom.

Alex was naked and his cock glistened like he'd already been inside Mindy. At the very least he'd been in her mouth. She still wore her bodysuit, stockings, and heels, though her chest was flushed red, as were her cheeks.

Mindy walked to the foot of the bed and crawled on top of Ron. He stared up at her breasts and stomach as they passed over his face before she settled with her pussy resting over his eyes.

Alex moved into the bed behind Mindy. He rubbed the head of his dick over her lace-clad cunt and she moaned while moving her hips slightly. Ron watched all of it from just a handful of inches away and quickly found himself overwhelmed by the sense of closeness.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Mindy?" Alex asked.

"I need you to fuck me. I need that big dick in my pussy. I need you to fill me, to stretch me, to use me hard."

Alex moved back and looked down. "And what about you, Ron? Do you want me to fuck your wife while you're tied to your bed?"

"I...I don't know."

Alex laughed, gripped his cock at the base, and slapped the head against Ron's face. It was more painful than he expected and there was the unavoidable rush of humiliation at being treated in such a disdainful manner.

"I think you do want this, Ron," Alex said. "But the truth is, I don't give a fuck what you want. You're tied to the bed for a reason. You're going to experience this whether you like it or not."

Alex freed Mindy's pussy from the lace that covered it and rubbed the head of his cock over her swollen, slick labia. The scent of his wife's desire filled Ron's nose and the sounds of Alex teasing her cunt reverberated through his mind, dragging him to an unexpected place of desire that was further enhanced when Mindy gripped his cock and stroked him until he was stiff.

"Alex, please, fuck me," Mindy begged. "Fuck me right over his face. Fuck me and make him watch as a real man stretches his wife's pussy."

Ron rolled his head from side to side as he suddenly felt like he very much wanted to be freed from the rope so he could run from his bedroom. He closed his eyes and a moment later he felt Alex's cock against his lips. He pursed them tight and blew hard like his breath would be strong enough to push the cock away. Alex laughed in response.

"Open your eyes, Ron," he said. "This is a show you're meant to watch."

Ron opened his eyes and saw little more than the thick, rock hard shaft of another man's cock over his face.

"Very good," Alex said. He lifted his dick and once again teased Mindy's pussy with it. Then he disappeared inside her. It was a quick, deep thrust. He filled her with ease thanks to her wetness. The squishy sounds of her body accepting Alex's cock felt impossibly loud and drowned out her moan of pleasure. A few droplets landed on Ron's face and he tried to roll his head away before realizing there was no point to it. He couldn't escape. He was going to watch his wife get fucked from behind and he was going to do so while he was mere inches from her pussy. That was his fate that night.

Alex pulled out until the very tip of his cock was all that remained inside her. Ron stared at the glistening shaft and the beginnings of the mushroom head and he was surprised to feel a bit jealous of Alex's size. He knew that size wasn't as important as most men thought, and yet he couldn't quite escape the sense that Mindy might have been satisfied with him if he was just a big bigger.

After a handful of thrusts Alex pulled out and rubbed his dick all over Ron's forehead, spreading his wife's juices over his skin. He slapped his face with it a few times, too, and then entered her once more. That pattern repeated itself several times and it became clear that Alex was taking almost as much pleasure in humiliating Ron as he was in fucking Mindy's wet pussy. It was equally clear that he didn't particularly care about Mindy's pleasure in those moments, that he was entertaining himself and pursuing the orgasm he craved.

"I think it's time that you taste my dick, Ronnie," Alex said as he buried himself in Mindy once more. His balls hovered above Ron's face, though they were tight against his body, leaving several inches between the two men.

"No," Ron answered flatly.

Alex laughed and fucked Mindy hard and fast. The sounds of his body slamming against hers and the squishy wetness of her pussy taking a pounding filled Ron's ears. The noise overwhelmed him, in fact. His world got smaller. Small enough that all he experienced was the sight of another man's dick moving in and out of his wife's pussy. He was no longer in his bedroom. He was no longer tied to his bed. He was simply a pair of eye balls staring at a fat cock sliding into a pussy that used to belong to Ron, that used to be his and his alone to fuck.

Alex pulled out and Ron came back to himself. The cock rubbed against his lips as Mindy leaned forward.

"Open the fuck up, Ron," he said.

Ron shook his head. A moment later Mindy smacked his balls. He opened his mouth to cry out and the cock pushed between his lips. Ron's teeth dug into the flesh that had just invaded his body and Alex reached down and pulled hard on his hair.

"No fucking teeth, Ron," he hissed. "Wrap your lips over them. Right fucking now."

Fear gripped Ron - he was tied to a bed and hardly in a position to argue - and he did as instructed.

"Good boy," Alex said before he began to move the head of his cock in and out of Ron's mouth. "Take that cock. Taste your wife's pussy. Taste my precum. Embrace the humiliation of being a fuck hole tied to a bed."

The humiliation was too much. Ron pulled against the ropes and the fiber dug into the skin of his wrists and ankles. He tried to scream but the cock in his mouth muffled the noise. Mindy stroked his dick, but it did nothing to calm the sense of overwhelm that now inhabited his body.

Alex pulled out before Ron surrendered to madness. He rubbed his plump head over Mindy's pussy and pushed inside her. He gripped her hips and fucked her furiously. He did so until he was ready to cum. He buried every inch of his shaft inside her and climaxed, grunting and groaning in a manner that seemed to bring Mindy a wealth of pleasure, at least based on the way she was moaning.

Alex pulled out of her pussy and Mindy sat on Ron's face.

"Clean him out of me," she said. "Drink him from me, Ron. Drink from the pussy that he owns. Let his cum nourish you. Let it transform you into the kind of man you were always meant to be."

Mindy's voice was calm and seductive and Ron surrendered to it. His dick remained hard from the slow handjob she'd offered while she got fucked and the arousal she'd produced still ping-ponged through his body, making it easy to let her guide him into a state of mind where eating another man's cum felt like a perfectly normal thing to do.

Ron licked the cum out of her while Mindy masturbated, rubbing her clit and expelling even more of her lawyer's load from the depths of her womb as her moans took over from Alex's and filled the bedroom with the sounds of pleasure.

After she'd cum, Mindy climbed off Ron's face and stepped into Alex's embrace at the foot of the bed.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely. This was a damn good idea, Mindy."

"You know I just want to make you happy," she said.

There had been a time when Mindy uttered those words to Ron. That time had clearly long since passed.

"You succeeded tonight. Thank you for that. I'd stay, but I have an early meeting tomorrow morning. A very wealthy divorcee looking for the best representation so she can take her husband to the cleaners."

They kissed and then Alex left the bedroom as Mindy turned to Ron. He looked up at her from his bound position on the bed and she stepped closer and ran her fingers through the cum and pussy juices on his face.

"You sucked dick tonight, Ronnie," she said with a smile. "That made Alex happy, especially since you hated it so much."

Her fingers entered his mouth before Ron could offer a response.

"It won't be long before you willingly suck his cock. He has a way of bending people to his will, Ronnie."

He shook his head as she probed his mouth with her fingers before pulling out, leaning down, and kissing him deeply.

"You deserve a reward for tonight," she whispered.

Mindy crawled into the bed, spun around, and mounted his cock. She sat back, grabbed her tits, and played with them while riding him. Her pussy was warm and soaking wet and it felt spectacularly good.

"I like riding a tied up man," she said. "A lot more than I would have thought, in fact."

To Ron's surprise, Mindy had an orgasm while riding him. She did so mere moments before he came inside her. Soon enough she was atop his face, feeding him his second load of the night. She had another orgasm while doing so, giving her at least three for the night.

Afterwards, Mindy crawled to the other side of the bed and sat against Ron's pillows. She ran her feet over his thighs and teased his deflated cock and emptied balls with her toes while he admired her beauty in the bodysuit and stockings.

"I'm going to leave you tied up for a little longer," she said. "I don't know why, but it turns me on to know that you're bound in here while I'm hanging out in your living room, drinking your alcohol and watching your TV. It was hotter when I had Alex's cock to suck on, of course, but I'll make it work without him. I'll be back soon enough, though, and I might even let you make me cum again."

It was two hours before she returned, giving Ron a great deal of time to think about the seismic changes in his life over the past week, including twice being put in bondage by his wife. He didn't yet see an easy way to escape the hole he'd dug himself into, but he refused to believe that he would ever willingly suck Alex's cock like Mindy had insisted he would. Ron would never be that kind of guy. He just couldn't, and he wasn't sure he could take much more of the humiliation he'd suffered that night.

Clearly he needed a better plan. He needed to take real action to defeat Alex, to reclaim his freedom, to escape the influence of his wife and find actual freedom in his life.

Ron hoped that plan would come to him before he was lured deeper into the world Mindy and Alex were playing in, though he wasn't sure he'd find an escape route in time.