They both were in contempt. That was pretty much the Judge’s ruling. Yes, the ex-wife was supposed to have paid the ex-husband back for half of their child’s summer camp. And yes, the ex-husband should have told his ex-wife that he’d enrolled junior in camp sometime prior to the day he picked the boy up to drive him up to camp a couple hours away from the town where both ex-spouses still lived.
Dolly and Mike exchanged looks as Judge Gett announced his ruling from the bench. Both knew this case was all about a pair of so-called adults still pissed off about the divorce and the settlement. Neither one of them had really liked it. Which, if they’d been listening, was what the mediator told them, “if we do this right, both of you will compromise and not get everything you want, so neither of you will be happy, but both of you will be able to live with it and move on.”
Dolly’s client hadn’t moved on. Her ex-husband had gambled away their nest egg from twenty years of marriage. Mike’s client hadn’t moved on. Still felt justified in never talking to her because all she did was nag and remind him that he wasn’t as successful as she demanded of him. Dolly and Mike had been facing off in domestic relations cases for five years now, and they knew how to argue their clients’ positions in a zealous manner without personal attacks on each other. It was important that they be able to get along, both felt – on the cases that did have a chance to settle, that relationship allowed them to speak bluntly and cut to the chase and find the common ground to avoid trial. Today was hardly the first case they’d had that really should never have made it to court. And when Judge Gett said “I’ve done thousands of divorces since I was appointed to the Family Court Bench, and may I tell you that you need to settle cases like this because they are going to keep coming up so long as your children are minors, and your youngest is nine years old. This should never have made it to court,” both Dolly and Mike had trouble hiding their grins.
Friday afternoon Family Court. When Judge Gett held his contempt hearings. So that maybe people might settle so they could get a jump on the weekends. Or if they didn’t, at least they didn’t feel so guilty about heading straight to the bar to drown their sorrows or cheer their victories since there was no court the next day. Mike always managed to be a gentleman and let Dolly leave the courtroom first, holding the door like the gentleman he hoped he was perceived to be. And so that he could take another glimpse of Dolly’s magnificent ass since Mike was not only a gentleman, he was a man who admired sexy fit chicks and Dolly was notoriously the sexiest lawyer in the city. Probably the state.
He’d never noticed her cheekbones before today. Damn. Who’d have thought after five years there were still more beautiful sub-parts to Dolly Jewel? Ass. Legs. Bust (had to have had some work on those…but hey, clearly the work had been award winning, he’d long ago concluded…oh to be the lucky guy who gets to inspect up close and know for sure….). Smile. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Trim waist. The occasional warm weather outfit, and the annual bathing suit at the beach resort boondoggle known as Continuing Legal Education, confirmed the flat hard tummy. And her fit, defined back, and a face that had gotten her elected homecoming queen in high school and that inspired her professors at both college and law school to hit on her. Shameless men. Not that she hadn’t fucked a couple handsome ones, a couple of whom were married but that was their burden, wasn’t it, she was single and in her twenties and hadn’t taken any vows. There were rumors about Dolly’s love life since she was admitted to practice law. No one seemed to know. And she had brains to match the looks. Mike figured she probably fucked like a pornstar. And he’d always wished he might somehow get the chance to find out. Like that was going to happen! But a dirty old man leer as she went through the door first, sure, that’s fine. Not like his wife was there to see what he was doing.
Dolly smiled to herself as she felt his eyes on her ass when Mike held the door for her. She’d caught him checking her out many times whenever they were in court, and today was par for the course. And she appreciated it a bit more today because, well, she hadn’t had her pipes cleaned in almost a month. Between “boyfriend” relationships, and her fuck buddy friends always got scarce during college football season. Was the Georgia-Florida game really more important than being available if Dolly needed a booty call? There was that one time she was shacked up with Paul, that way too perfect bodied fitness instructor and nutritional supplement wholesaler on New Year’s Day, and three sweaty acrobatic fucks all over his apartment left every one of her major joints feeling refreshed and well-used, and her insides, well, fulfilled and stretched oh so good was her thought at the time. She’d started to wonder if maybe Paul, he of the perfect body, a body that he shaved (hurray! No pubes in her mouth when she licked Paul’s balls!), and a large cock that really didn’t get all that soft in between orgasms, well, maybe Paul might be more than fuck buddy material…right up until he had her pinned face down on the bed, her legs straining while being widely spread from his knees and his eight inch thick cock splitting her in two in a lazy dog position fuck, and suddenly, he got dismounted, took that magnificent schlong out of her wet warm sex holster and ran into the living room to see the two point conversion being attempted to tie the Fiesta Bowl. Who does that? He was listening to the game while they were fucking? Really? Back to the fuck buddy backet for you, Paul. What a tool, she thought at the time, and then she’d giggled thinking of the double meanings.
But it was Mike’s eyes on Dolly and Dolly in need and way overdue at the moment. That wedding ring of his never stopped his eyes. Wonder if it will stop the rest of him.
“Buy me a drink, Mike?” Dolly said, over her shoulder, with a head nod toward the square adjacent to the courthouse. “Shouldn’t you be buying me one? My client won, Dolly.”
“You call getting repaid a thousand dollars over thirty-six months a win, Mikey?”
Mikey. He loved when a sexy woman called him Mikey. A nickname of such great affection was how he regarded it. Ever since he was thirteen and his drunken older cousin taught him to French kiss in a kitchen corridor at the Marriott during his Bar Mitzvah reception. “You ever kiss a girl, Mikey? You’re really cute, Mikey. Our little secret, Mikey.” Michelle was such a slut, and he’d lusted after her since about the age of ten. She let him feel her nice Jewish girl boobs, too, on that lucky Bar Mitzvah day. He truly felt the words, “Today I am a man” really applied to him. By the time he was old enough to realize that incest was not just a term used for immediate family, and that making out with, feeling up, and then three years later at age sixteen losing his virginity to his first cousin was also incest. By then Michelle was twenty-one, home from college, and was picking off high school jocks one by one. She could get them to do as she told them, they were all so excited to be fucking a twenty-one year old college co-ed. Mike learned to eat pussy pretty damn well, since he had extra opportunities, those being family gatherings, in addition to college breaks. So did “Mikey” want to buy Dolly a drink? He was ready to buy her the whole saloon.
A pair of bar stools at the far end of the bar, near the juke box. Good selection of oldies. Dark enough bar no one could see that Dolly had her hand on Mike’s thigh when she leaned in to hear him over the music. The smell of her perfume on her hair. Intoxicating. The glimpses down her blouse at her cleavage. Definitely a D-cup. A slut red manicure on those nails that were starting to dig into his leg, and higher on the thigh than earlier, around their third drink. He was so damn hard, and her legs looked so damn good, and her eyes were different than on any other day of their professional relationship. Not much professional going on any longer this evening, though.
“Mikey,” she asked him, in a come hither voice that nearly made him, well, cum hither, “you ever cheat on your wife like our clients all do? I mean the men. The women cheat on their husbands. Remember the case we had when you represented the guy and he was fucking his co-worker and the wife was my client, and then the wife started fucking the husband of the co-worker your guy was fucking?” That had been a fun one. They ended up getting two cases out of that one. And then pretty much all that happened was the guys effectively swapped houses and each married the other’s wife. “I sure do Dolly. Your client was gorgeous. Good thing she had you for her lawyer so everyone could drool over you and not make her feel self-conscious. Did she hate the fact that as hot as she was, she was second-best whenever her divorce lawyer was around?” Wow—had Mike just said that? Oh what the fuck, Dolly’s leaned across his lap to catch a glimpse of the crowd in the bar and had stroked his cock not quite so accidentally when she did so. “Oopsie” and a shit eating drunk girl gonna fuck you good Mikey kind of a grin.
“Dolly, if I did cheat on my wife, I couldn’t tell you, you’d end up her lawyer and I’d be left with nothing but the shirt on my back.”
“Not if I was the girl you cheated with, then I’d have a conflict of interest and couldn’t represent your wife.”
She had a point. A tipsy, slutty, Dolly’s gonna fuck you tonight and fuck you oh so good kind of a point. “So to make sure that if my wife ever divorces me that she can’t hire you, I should seduce you, is that what you’re saying?” Now Mike had his hand on her bare knee, fingers sliding up under her skirt. She’d looked so sexy in court that day, her makeup perfect, subtle, not much at all, a touch at the eyes, some cheek color, her lips. He’d never noticed how kissable her lips looked.
“It’s not seducing me if I let you know I’m going to take you home and fuck you silly.”
When Dolly said that, followed by rubbing his cock through his trousers with the heel of his hand and planted a kiss on him with those lips he’d been mesmerized by, he thought of the scene in “Sixteen Candles” where Farmer Ted hooks up with the prom queen and looks straight into the camera to say “This is getting good”.
“You can’t take me home, we’ve had too much to drink, but there is that stately Highland Avenue Hotel down the block. National Registry of Historic Places. Two Presidents and the Duke and Duchess of York stayed there. And that Senator, what was his name, that’s where he fucked his press secretary and that’s where his campaign ended. Which I guess is why I can’t remember his name. But I’ve never stayed there, and we could go there if you’re serious and not just giving me the most exciting cock tease of my life.” Yes. This was the most exciting. More exciting than Cousin Michelle. Whom he’d continued to occasionally fuck, generally around Thanksgiving weekend, for some years after that de-flowering in the back of her mother’s Lincoln Navigator. Thank God Aunt Debbie got those fold flat seats in the Navigator. There was a ton of room to fuck back there!
“I’ll text you the room number,” Dolly told him. “That way you’ll know where to go after you stop at CVS and pick up some condoms. Forget the KY –I’m pretty much soaked and I don’t see us needing that.” Schwing!
Mike made his way to the condom aisle, and had to stop and think about what to buy. He’d never worn protection with his wife, who was on the pill, and Michelle never made him wear one, either. She was his cousin, he’d reasoned, surely she wouldn’t have given him a disease. Why on earth he thought there was no chance of STD’s with his slutty cousin Michelle, so horny that she continued to fuck her own younger first cousin for years, including the weekend of her own wedding and the week after he’d gotten home from his own honeymoon, who knows. Good fortune smiled on him. He never caught anything from Michelle. And somehow never managed to knock her up. Twice they’d fucked when she was off the pill, cycling off to try to get pregnant with her husband. Mike hadn’t known. She had. Oh the damn taboo thrill of unprotected fucking with her own cousin. How very Alabama of them!
His phone buzzed, and room 516 appeared. Nice old fashioned hotel, no security floors or card-keys needed for the elevator. Magnums, though not the XL, were his choice. He was about seven inches, and about five and a half around. He also stopped at the alcohol aisle, thanked his fates for the liquor laws that places beer and cheap wine in the pharmacies in his town, and found a nice enough bottle of Chandon Rose along with MD 20/20 and Richard’s Wild Irish Rose and Manischewitz. Hoped Dolly liked sweet wine. Well, it was bubbly and festive. And he was way too horny to go to the far end of the block to the liquor store.
Mike undid his tie and stuffed it into the pocket of his suit jacket on the way up the elevator. He unbuttoned his cuffs on his shirt, to make his undressing that much quicker. He cursed that he’d used his VISA card to charge the condoms and Asti. What the fuck had he been thinking? That was exactly what he was thinking, that he was going to fuck. His concern about his paper trail ended when he saw that the door was unlatched, the do not disturb sign already on the outside, so that he could just push the door open and go in. He did, shutting the door behind him, and the security latch as well.
Dolly’s fuck me pumps were next to the big arm chair, and her skirt, blouse, and bra were draped on the chair. The bed had been turned down, without much concern for neatness, and there was Dolly, laying on the bed, propped up on an elbow, already having raided the mini bar, sipping some mini bar Merlot. Wearing navy blue string bikini style panties. No tan lines, her legs now revealed all the way up to her slender hips, she looked like an Olympic runner, not an ounce of fat to be seen, her legs which merely looked world class in heels and a skirt, suddenly even more toned now that they were bare, from hip to toe. Her pedicure was the same seductress red as her manicure. No tan lines. The slight hint of six pack definition on the sexy flat tummy. Her breasts were a pair of high beams, large areolas, erect nipples, firm enough and little enough droop that he decided that yes, she’d had them done, and that yes again, she must have gone to the best boob plastic surgeon in the country. Which she had, as it turned out. But he didn’t get that detail until much later, when he couldn’t get it up again after three orgasms and he was just sweetly sucking her nipples and sharing pillow talk. None of that had happened yet. Though he had an inkling about at least some of it.
“You brought a big bottle!” she declared, and leaped up, stepping in close to him, now about five inches shorter without her heels, and kissing him deeply, tasting of wine and sexual need, her tongue pushing into his mouth, and Mike’s mouth and tongue ever at the ready to receive her exploratory tongue swirls, swipes and schlurps. Dolly’s tits pressed into Mike. His cock pressed into her. She undid his belt, he started taking his shirt off. Dolly broke off the kiss, “I’ll open this, you open that,” and she nodded in the direction of his bulging crotch monster. He did as he was told, and soon a blue pinstripe suit and white shirt were tossed on top of her clothes on that chair. And her heels had company, a pair of Allen Edmonds, not quite untied but Mike was in a hurry.
Mike stepped in behind Dolly, his erect cock finding a place to stay between the cheeks of her firm ass, his hands sliding around her waist, and the feel and touch of her skin causing his cock to twitch upwards and then thump down on her ass again, and he drew his body close, tight to hers. Mike slid one of his hands down and back to her ass, reaching under to udge the thing fabric of her bikini panties aside and feel how wet she was, her labia already opening to reveal the dripping sexual flower offering itself to him between her magical legs. Dolly moaned and rotated her hips, pressing her ass back into his cock and shifting up and down to tease him. His other hand made its way up her body, cupped her firm breast, kneaded it, then tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He kissed his lover’s neck, and at that moment thought of her as his lover for the first time. His excitement had not abated, but he felt confident, comfortable with her in this hotel room. Long time courtroom adversaries about to fuck. Dolly loved the feel of his lips on her neck, his hand on her breast, his fingers dipping into her sexual wet heat and now stroking the skin on her legs, slowly, touching and feeling her toned muscles from all those 10-K’s, half marathons, and triathlons she’d entered. And a hell of a lot of time in the gym. She arched her back, shoving her ass even harder against his cock. His lower hand stopped pawing at her thigh and hooked around the thin piece of fabric on her hip and started to slide her panties down. Dolly shimmied her body to assist Mike. When the panties hit the floor, they were both naked, fully sexually aroused, and two glasses of sparkling wine were in her hands. Dolly turned, looked up into her lover’s eyes, sipped her glass, handed Mike his. “Drink” she said. “Then fuck”. Yes ma’am!!
Dolly drained her glass, and Mike did the same, then the glasses were set down and she took his hand and led him to the bed, pushed him down on his back, crawled up above him, hovering on hands and knees, and ran her tongue from his balls to the pre-cum leaking tip of his cock head. A grin on her face morphed into a wickedly greedy sneer, and Dolly lightly held his cock in place while her lips and tongue danced up and down, focusing on the shaft, then the head, and then taking him deeply into her throat, and all Mike could do was watch in wonder at the porn-like scene between his legs. His hand made its way to the back of her head, grasped a handful of her thick silky dirty blonde hair, and he bobbed her head up and down on his cock, thrusting upwards, pumping her mouth, and triggering a couple of gags that caused him to throttle down and back off, until the urge to speed it up again overtook his caution. About the best ten minutes of his cock’s life, he later reflected.
“Oh God, Dolly, you’re so fucking good at that, I’m going to cum in your sweet mouth if you don’t back down.” Three orgasms from that moment, the first of which was just seconds away, he had to smile at the thought that he really did mean for her to back down when he said that. Instead, Dolly mouth pumped him faster and faster, raked her nails on his inner thighs, lower abdomen above his groin, his ass, and his balls. She next cupped his scrotum, and applied finger pressure to the base of his cock, to the tender flesh between his cock and his asshole. He came, hard, and Dolly’s breaths hadn’t been timed quite right, so she did spill a bit out of her mouth, but managed to corral most of his seed into her mouth. Dolly’s eyes locked on Mike’s. His were glazed over, rolling back in his head. He would experience this twice more this night.
But first, when his legs stopped trembling and his heartbeat got back down below 150, he pulled Dolly up to him and kissed her, tasting some remnants of his own man spunk on her lips, and finding it so forbidden and deliciously bad-boy-esque to have cum down Dolly’s throat just hours after being in court against her. They kissed slowly, sensually. He lay on his back, and her pussy was pressed down, slick and sweet and hot, on the underside of his cock. Dolly took Mike’s hands, pressed them against the sheets near his ears, her fingers interlocked with Mike’s. She was wet humping him, and he was rapidly recovering his hard on from the perfectly lubricated pussy riding him. He lingered as the head of his cock traced her opening. They both froze in position. If either had wanted, he could have been balls deep in Dolly for the asking. He was sucking her bottom lip. “Sit on my face, Dolly, straddle me, I need to taste you” Yes, sir!!
Dolly did, her hands pressed down on his shoulders to preserve her balance and thrusting quick little rushes and movements of her pussy into Mike’s face, across his lips, her back arching, her eyes closed, her body breaking out spontaneously in a glow of sexually inspired perspiration. “So close, baby, lick me right there, suck my clit, hard baby, do me hard, Oh God I love it….” Dolly seemed in a sexual trance. Mike soon found out the trance was the two minute warning. Shaking and gasping and moaning (Oh My!) soon followed. Shaking and gasping and moaning. Shaking and gasping and “……aaaahhhhh, uuughhhhhh, oh, …oh….mmmmmm, yesssss.” Score tied, one all.
The stimulation of Dolly’s intense sexuality in his face got Mike the rest of the way back to steel hardness and Dolly grabbed a condom from the CVS bag Mike had dropped on the night stand next to the bed. Mike caught his breath, enjoying a somewhat out of body experience, the amazement of being with this sexually amazing woman, and having her seem so uninhibited in their sexual variety together. He admired the antique furnishings along with the modern touches like the mini bar and the flat screen TV. And then his mind flashed back to the present as Dolly had unrolled a Magnum over his cock and was positioning herself above him, to force Mike up into her. Poised on the soles of her feet, a position Mike soon learned was called “Asian Cowgirl”, Dolly mounted, and then rode Mike’s cock. She loved his thickness, filling her. He was long enough for anything she wanted that night—no worries that she’d been filled with longer dicks, Mike was doing plenty of fucking for a man in his forties banging a fellow attorney who was in her thirties. And then Mike grasped Dolly’s ass, pushed his cock as far into Dolly as he could get it, and spun their bodies, connected at the crotch, around so that she was on her back and he was in her missionary style.
He lowered himself onto his forearms, so that his chest was right above hers, and again their mouths blended with one another. Dolly hooked her legs around Mike’s, pulling him in tighter as he fucked her pussy with his married cock. Oh right, he was married….Mike was about to consider that aspect of the evening wondrously dream cum true fuck when Dolly whispered, “really give it to me, I know what you want, you can do that to me all night long.” Probably would have cum right there, if he hadn’t already cum. Dolly adjusted her hips, raising herself up a bit again on the soles of her feet, and in so doing got her angle of being penetrated just right for Mike’s cock to smack against her G-spot. Mike used a high school wrestling move, used his head for balance as it was pressed on the bed, nuzzled against her neck, again her perfume and the taste of her skin intoxicating him. Using his head for weight-bearing allowed his hands to be free, and Mike held Dolly’s toned ass in his hands, opening her as wide as he could, and fucked her as fast and hard as he could given it was the end of the week, he’d had (by his standards) a lot to drink, and he was middle aged. Not the best fuck she’d ever felt, but since she was also a major contributor to the sex positions involved in this tryst, Dolly was making sure of her own pleasure. This was just the pipe cleaning she needed. And that pipe cleaner thought was the last thing to pass through her mind before her body suddenly spasmed into a hard, muscle twisting orgasm that lacked the usual buildup. The surprise factor pleased her, and as her pussy responded by clamping down on Mike’s cock during the downstroke, he came simulataneously, filling his condom, feeling her warmth grip and capture him. They collapsed onto their sides, face to face, softly kissing and embracing, aftershocks and tremors of pleasure making the next few minutes both unforgettable and a blur. The best damn blur Mike had ever known.
This time they readjusted into an afterglow embrace, each playing with the other’s body, Mike stroking Dolly’s unbelievably hot firm sexy body, and Dolly enjoying the immense attraction and desire that Mike’s hands communicated through their embrace. Small talk from “now are you going to tell me if you cheat on your wife?” to “so what’s your deal about being single, anyway, you could have any man you want?” went back and forth between the two legal adversaries. Mike thought about having been seduced by Dolly long enough to ask her, “so, you can’t really exploit this is one of our cases, can you? I mean, you’re here with me, right?” Dolly lifted her head, looked at Mike, kissed him lightly, and told him to “shut the fuck up and just enjoy the hot sex,” and that “look at it this way, I’ve never brought anything like this up in any of my cases, and you’re not the first married lawyer I’ve fucked and then litigated against. Or in front of.”
That last add-on, “in front of” got Mike wondering, since it meant she’d fucked at least one Judge. “Which Judge, c’mon, you gotta tell me, you can’t just leave me wondering, I mean, we’ve shared so much today, obviously I can’t go blabbing, which judicial cock has had carnal knowledge of your sexy body?”
“Now, did I say it was a man? Mike, it’s on a need to know basis, and you don’t need to know. Just like no one needs to know about us.”
“Is there an ‘us’, Dolly?”
“Not on a daily or weekly basis, no, but this has been way too much fun for me to swear off repeats with you. But like tonight, this just kind of fell into place, and it fit our schedules…I can trust you, Mike, I’ve dealt with you for years, you can keep secrets, and this is a very good one for us both to keep. Okay, so now that I’ve let you know you’re a good enough fuck that I’ll want to do you again, how about you do me one more time and then I can let you go and I can go get started on my weekend too.”
Tired as Mike was, this was Dolly, and every new position with her was a new visual thrill. And if that won’t help get it up again, then her wonderful hands and hungry mouth could get the rest of the job done. Mike learned that there is a position called reverse cowgirl where Dolly was on top but faced the same way Mike was facing. He’d seen it in porn, just didn’t know the name of it. Dolly came hard, twice, in that position, and then after some sixty-nine during an interlude where the softer oral stimulation kept them both aroused but gave their over-pounded sex zones a break, Mike experienced Dolly from behind. If Michelangelo had carved a fitness model on all fours, that statute would have looked like Dolly. His hands on her hips, pulling so far back that just the head was inside her before he thrust forward again, pounding her pleasure zones for another orgasm before he spilled his final seed of the night into his lover. They walked hand in hand to the shower a few minutes later, and gently soaped and rinsed each other. They embraced, they kissed. He confessed he’d wanted to fuck her since the first time he met her. She responded she knew. And that it had always made her hot that she could tell he wanted to fuck her. And that if he had the fantasy of fucking her in the courthouse there were a couple judge friends she had who owed her enough of a favor that she felt she could make that happen for Mike back in one of those Judge’s chambers.
“Of course, you might have to fuck one of the Judges, too, to convince her she should make her chambers available for our tryst, you know. But we’d do it all together. Don’t worry, Mike, I’ve seen her naked, she’s plenty sexy, only now you’re wondering who and admittedly there are only a handful you would think it could be….and you’re right, it’s one of them…but which one…whadaya say, you like a threesome, Mikey?”
Mikey likes it.
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!