The Attorney

“Richard, we need to talk,” Addison said. She waited at the kitchen table as he walked in from work. Richard sighed and dropped his bags, reluctantly coming over to sit with her.

“What is it?” he said, fatigue evident in his voice. Generally, he was a handsome man, but hours on the road had him disheveled. His eyes grayed with the encroaching of sleep.

“This isn’t working,” Addison continued in a monotone voice. Her lines were scripted, he knew. They’d been through this a dozen times before. “You’re gone too much, and you’re not meeting my needs. I am a person too, and I deserve someone who is going to make time for me.”

“Honey, please, can we do this in the morning?”

“No, Richard, this is exactly what I’m talking about. Here I am waiting for you to have this conversation, and you just want to put it off. This matters!” He leaned back in his chair and waved for her to proceed. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, both about myself and our marriage. You’re not the only one at fault here, but I’ve decided that this can’t go on. There’s no point in both of us being miserable all the time.”

“I’m not miserable. Well, I am right now, but this is the only thing that makes me miserable. You sit at home and think and think and come up with this bullshit. Then I have to come home and deal with it after I’ve been at work for four straight days.” He knew that nothing good was going to come of their conversation. He was too tired and irritable to have a rational discussion.

“I want a divorce,” she said, flatly.

He realized that his wife was fully dressed. Usually when she tore into him like this, she would be in pajamas, but tonight it looked as if she hadn’t moved in hours. Her posture looked fatigued and stern. She’d never said divorce before. “You want a what?” he said, confusion overriding any anger in his voice.

“I think that this has run it’s course. I’ve been talking with Libbie about it, and she’s said that our situation is similar to —”

“You’ve been letting that fucking bitch pour poison in your ear?” he growled. The anger returned, burning hot from his weariness. “Jesus, Addy, that woman lives and breathes off the misery of other people, and you just line up for her to dump all over. She has been trying to get you to leave me since the day I fucking met her. Remember the shit she pulled at our wedding? She outright lied to my face and tried to get me to leave you at the altar, for which you forgave her because it was a ‘misunderstanding.’”

“There’s no sense in getting upset,” Addison said, a slight quaver in her voice. “Libbie said you wouldn’t respond well to this. I’m having her draw up the papers and meeting her for lunch tomorrow.”

Richard stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, “I’m going to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow if you want. I still love you, Addy, and I’m pretty sure you still love me. You’ve just gotten too obsessed with what you think our marriage should be, and you’ve stopped appreciating what it is. I take care of us, I spend every minute with you that I can, and you begrudge me every second not spent with you.”

“I don’t want you to stay here tonight,” Addison said, standing up to move in front of the door to the hallway.

“Too bad,” Richard said. “It’s my house. If you’re going to act like this, you can be the one who sleeps on the couch. Or better yet, call your friend Libbie, I’m sure she’d be happy to have you.” He pushed past her and made his way into the bedroom, leaving his wife nonplussed.

“Then he just went to bed, like nothing had happened,” Addison complained. She sat on a park bench beside Libbie. They had been talking since lunch. “This morning he kissed my cheek while I pretended to be asleep on the couch. He was gone before I could even get up.”

“This is exactly why you’re leaving him,” Libbie assured her. “What kind of husband would just go to work the next morning after his wife threatened to divorce him? It’s just like this couple I had two years ago. You should go home and move all his stuff out, then the reality of it will hit him.”

Libbie looked at her friend closely, watching for a reaction. The two of them met for lunch at least twice a week, depending on Libbie’s schedule. She sometimes wondered if her work ever bled into her personal relationships. Libbie dealt with bitter and combative couples going through awful divorces day in and day out. She’d seen first hand all the reasons to never marry had nothing but contempt for those who got married. When Addison told her she was marrying Richard, it broke her heart. She’d worked so hard throughout college to protect her friend from the harsh realities of the world as well as stupid mistakes. Addison had the blessing of being pretty. Happiness filled a room when she laughed, and the world opened up at her feet. People took advantage of that. Libbie saw it as her responsibility to keep Addison from being stepped on.

“Maybe you’re right,” Addison said, staring out at the green park. “It’s hard to stay mad at him when he doesn’t engage like that. I know he cares about me, but he can’t confront these issues.”

“You were foolish to ever try and change him,” Libbie added. “From the day you met, he’s always put work first. And who knows what he’s doing out on the road like that. He’s in and out of all these expensive hotels. You don’t think there’s a flock of twenty year old girls milling about waiting to sink their hooks into men like Richard? Trust me, I see at least one of those a week except the man’s trading in for his third younger model, and the wife gets an alimony consolation prize. If she’s lucky.”

“I don’t think he’s ever been unfaithful to me,” Addison said, thoughtfully. “And I’ve never really had any reason to suspect. He always answers when I call, and even has time to chat for a minute usually.”

Libbie rolled her eyes, “Well, of course. You think men who cheat don’t do it well? When wives find out, it’s already been going on for years. That’s how they slip up. After a decade of doing it without notice, they get sloppy.”

“Let’s stop talking about it,” Addison said.

“No, I’m not going to let you just let this go. That’s what he expects you to do. He thinks he can ignore your problems and eventually you’ll settle down. We’ve talked about this, Addy.” Her friend didn’t make eye contact. “Look, come with me back to the office. We’ll draw up the preliminary paperwork, and then I will go with you to see him. He’ll be at home tonight, right?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure when. Libbie, I don’t know if I really want to do all this.”

“Nothing is permanent,” Libbie said, frustrated. “This only makes you look serious about it. Maybe it’ll finally make him appreciate your situation.”

As they started to gather their things, they noticed a peculiar man walking through the park near them. Libbie caught his eye and knew her mistake as his face contorted into an grin. He was slender and tall, and he wore a fitted black coat. His oily, black hair rested behind his ears, and the dark circles of his eyes showed little emotion. On one arm he held a sling filled with flowers.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he said with a quick, low voice. “Can I interest you in a flower?”

Libbie held up her hand, “Look, no thanks, alright? We’re not interested.”

The man continued undeterred. “They are free. With no obligation, I simply like to share the beauty of the world with others. A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman, and all you have to do is take it.” His hands moved in quick jerks as he spoke. He darted into the basket and withdrew a bright red rose. “For you,” he said as he held it out to Addison.

“Oh, well, thanks,” she replied as she took the flower.

The man’s dark eyes flicked over to Libbie. His face screwed up in contemplation for a moment, then he produced a second rose. “And for you, the obsidian.” He held out the black flower.

Libbie rolled her eyes at him, but took the flower nonetheless.

He bowed to them and then drifted away, humming to himself.

“Weirdos,” Libbie said, tossing the rose in the trash.

Addison gave hers a slight sniff. It smelled of bubblegum and a tingling feeling rushed from her head to her fingertips. “Maybe that’s just his way. You always see the worst in people.”

Libbie scowled, “People are the worst.” She snatched the rose out of Addison’s hand and threw it in the garbage beside her own. “Let’s go.”

The two women hurried off, leaving behind the two gifts. Thaddeus watched from the shadow of a nearby oak tree. His beetle eyes followed them as they clacked through the park in their heels. He smiled to himself as he plucked the petals off a rose.

Richard let out a long sigh as he pulled into the garage. He recognized Libbie’s car and knew he was in for a second dose of his wife’s rantings. The sight of the vehicle made his blood boil and his mood darken. As he walked in the house, he readied himself to physically throw her out if it came to that.

He found Libbie sitting at the dining room table, a large amount of papers spread out in front of her. Addison laid on the couch, seemingly asleep. Neither of them moved to acknowledge his arrival. He decided to confront Libbie first. “Hey, you have a fuckton of nerve to be sitting here when I get home.”

Libbie looked up at him. “Richard? What are you doing here?”

“This is my goddamn house. What are you doing here?” he snapped back.

Looking around, her face contorted in confusion, “Oh. Yeah, we came here. I thought I was still at the office. I was working on something. Oh!, these papers.” Delicately, she reached over and picked up one of the sheets on the table and started squinting at it. Her face flushed, and she dropped the paper back down into the pile. Richard moved over and snapped up what she had dropped.

“Divorce? Really? You’re still pushing her to this?” he said, throwing down the documents. “What’s it going to take to get you to leave her alone?”

Libbie brought a hand to her temple. “No. Don’t yell. That makes the buzzing worse. Do you hear that? Like my head is full of bees.”

A cold dagger of concern pierced his anger. Libbie couldn’t focus. He had known the woman for years, and she’d always been quick witted. He noticed the glass of water beside her, the ice mostly melted and the outside of the glass coated in condensation. “Libbie?,” he asked. “Are you alright?”

Libbie shook her head, as if to evade an encroaching cobweb. “Totally. I’m fine. Addy asked me to come over. She wanted me to….to um…” Libbie reached out and picked up one of the papers again. Her gaze focused intently on the page. “I can’t read it. This should all make sense. I’m a lawyer. I should be able to get through this stuff. What’s wrong with me?”

The pit of unease continued to grow in Richard’s gut. Considering the possibilities, he couldn’t surmise any situation where Libbie would be so far beyond herself. Maybe some kind of intense drug, but neither Libbie or his wife would be that adventurous. The alternatives scared him. “Ok. Ok, so, what did you two do today?”

She looked at him directly for the first time. A rush of heat spread throughout Libbie’s body as she looked up and down Richard’s form. “What did we do?” she repeated. “We decided that Addy should divorce you. Cause you’re a bad husband. You’re always on the road, ignoring her. A girl needs attention.”

She stood up and moved over to Richard. “You know, girls always need so much attention. It must be hard on the boys to keep up.” Her breasts heaved up and down in her blouse, the modest cleavage becoming more pronounced as she leaned toward Richard. “Us girls have it hard too, you know. That’s what you don’t get. We have to spend so much time looking pretty for you. It’s no wonder that Addy has had enough.”

Richard could feel Libbie’s heat as she stepped closer to him. Her inability to focus seemed to be spreading. Richard couldn’t think of anything other than Libbie’s body. It seemed to ripple with excitement. “What the hell is the matter with you? Are you drunk or high or something?”

Libbie’s eyes went wide and vacant. She bit her bottom lip as she reached out and put her hand against Richard’s chest. She could feel his heartbeat thundering inside of his chest. A small part of her mind wondered why he wasn’t stopping her, but an intruding thought blurted out before Richard could move away, “What does your cum taste like?”

A pang of shock went through Richard, like being hit in the stomach. “This is some kind of trap. You twisted bitch. You drugged Addy and sat here waiting to try and fuck me so you could prove to her your lies about infidelity!”

His shouting roused his wife, and she sat up on the couch. She rubbed her eyes groggily, trying to discern the scene before her. “Richard? Why are you yelling? Are you two fighting again? All I ever wanted was for you two to get along. What’s making that buzzing sound?”

Richard remained locked in place, still feeling the heat of Libbie’s body and the warmth of her palm as it snaked in between the buttons on his shirt. “Addison, what kind of game is this? Is this supposed to prove that I’ve been unfaithful? That this is a reason for us to get divorced?

Addison got on her knees on the couch and looked over at the two of them. Her face wrinkled in deep thought. She knew she had been angry with Richard and that Libbie wanted to help her fix it. Richard’s question clunked around in her head, but the words didn’t make sense. “What? No, of course not, why would I want to get divorced? We had a fight, and now we’re going to make up, right?” Her smile brightened her face. “And that’s why Libbie’s here, to help us make up!”

Libbie looked like a confused puppy as she watched her friend bounce up and down with understanding. Then, the buzzing quieted for a moment, and another thought leapt out, “Oh yeah! You guys were fighting because Addy was worried you were sleeping around while on the road. And that you weren’t spending enough time at home. So we figured out the perfect solution! You can fuck both of us here any time you want! That way you’ll always have plenty of pussy and a great reason to come home!”

Richard didn’t understand anything that she said. The only rational voice in his head that could be heard over a din of excited hormones repeated that none of this could be real. Addy walked around to them and grabbed their hands, pulling them along in a daze toward the bedroom. She took the tangle of sheets and blankets and threw all of that to the floor. She turned around to look at them. Slowly, she unbuttoned her jeans and let them wriggle down her hips, leaving her in a pair of bright red lace underwear. Removing her top, she revealed the matching bra, but immediately let it fall off. Her beautiful tits emerged into view, the nipples pink and erect with excitement. Richard’s cock strained against his underwear as he watched his wife crawl onto the bed, her ass wiggling at the spectators. Once she was reclined against the headboard, she spread her legs and ran her fingers against the fabric covering her sex and beckoned at Libbie.

The other woman bit her lower lip. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes flitted over to Richard’s erection, and her mouth watered. The sight of her friend displaying herself was too much to resist as well. She removed her clothes, teasing each moment as long as possible to maintain Richard’s attention. Her undergarments were plain and simple, nothing like Addy’s lace. Her relatively smaller chest and flat bottom embarrassed her, but Richard’s ravenous eyes didn’t seem to mind. He removed his own clothes, and her plain underwear dampened as his trousers dropped to the floor with a soft thump. His tented green boxers had a dark circle where glistening precum oozed through. Libbie reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting the flesh toned garment fall away on to the floor as Richard leered.

“Sorry my titties aren’t that big. Addy’s always been the one with big tits,” she purred as she crawled on the bed. “Don’t you think I need bigger titties if Richard is supposed to stay home and play with them all the time?” Libbie pulled her blonde hair to the side and bent her head down between Addy’s legs. Richard struggled not to cum in his boxers. The blonde woman pulled aside the sheer fabric and exposed Addy’s aching pussy to the cool room air. Neither woman had so much as seen the other naked before a few minutes ago, Addy thought as she her friend’s tongue slid along the lips of her cunt.

“Oh yesssss,” Addison hissed. Her hand ran up her leg and drifted over to the back of her friend’s head, pulling the probing tongue further, quivering with delight as the nubile appendage delved into her canal. “You need big bimbo tits and a plump juicy bottom that Richard can paw as he fucks you doggy style while you lick my pussy!”

As Richard watched, reality seemed to twist, and Addison’s words became truth. The woman he had known for years doubled her efforts at eating her friend’s pussy as her body began to morph. Her flesh shimmered and rippled as her ass grew outward into a big round clover shape, her engorged pussy lips becoming very visible through her overly stretched panties. Libbie stopped for a moment to sit up on her haunches, her heels pushing into the new soft ass. Her hands went to her chest as her breasts doubled in size, becoming fat and teardrop shaped. She wondered how anyone could take her seriously if she looked like a porn star, but then she remembered Richard and his aching cock. “What’re you waiting for big boy? Come over here and play with your new fuck toy.”

In a quick movement, she pulled her panties down, over her knees, and off her ankles. With a smile and a quick squeeze of her new tits, she dove back down to the waiting pussy. Addy had taken the opportunity to remove her underwear to give her friend full access. She looked over the round rump at Richard who still stood dumbfounded at the foot of the bed, his cock ready to burst in his underwear. “Richard, really, if you don’t come and fuck Libbie’s tight little pussy until all three of us cum, we’re going to have to talk about that divorce.”

A guttural urge took over Richard’s mind at that point. He quickly discarded his boxers, letting his throbbing cock free. Moving up on the bed, he positioned himself behind Libbie who pushed back against him, trapping his cock between her lips as she rocked back and forth along its length. Richard looked at Addy who smiled at him as he pushed his cock inch by inch inside of her friend, the woman who twenty four hours earlier had been plotting to have them separate. The feeling of her hot cunt almost sent him over the edge, especially as Libbie used her free hand to lightly tug on his balls. He rocked slowly back, letting his length slide out of her, and then pushed back in to the hilt, sending a ripple through Libbie’s new cushioned ass. His hands came up and each grabbed a big globe, kneading the flesh as he fucked her.

Libbie kept time with Richard’s thrusts as she licked and fingered her friend. She hoped that Richard loved the feeling of her cunt and the visual of her ass, the arch of her back, and her head buried between his wife’s perfect thighs. Despite her new desire for Addy, she wanted Richard to appreciate her just slightly more. She wanted to be the one who had the slightly tighter pussy and the slightly bigger tits. She knew she could be the one to make him cum faster simply by using a special flick of her tongue. As these carnal thoughts ran through her head, she felt her own orgasm building and sensed a tight knot in the stomach of the woman her fingers thrusted in and out of. Her own orgasm shook through her as Richard’s cock slammed deep inside of her. Addy’s thighs squeezed against Libbie’s head in an involuntary spasm as her body exploded in orgasm.

Richard couldn’t handle much more after watching the two women cum. His wife grinding the fingers of her best friend and her best friend’s pussy wrapped around his cock. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Come here.” He withdrew from Libbie with a wet slurp and she mewed in protest, but immediately saw his intent. Both she and Addy got on their knees beside the bed as Richard slowly stroked his cock. “If you really want to be my wife and bimbo, you’re going to let me cum all over those pretty faces. You’re going to make me cum.”

The two women eagerly began licking and stroking his cock in a small competition. Addy inhaled her husband’s scent as her tongue bathed his balls, tasting the sweet juices of her friend. Libbie glorified in the taste of her new master’s cock, imagining all the times he’d fucked her friend. They both sensed his orgasm before it happened. His breath shortened, and his balls pulled up to his body. Each wrapped a hand around his shaft and positioned their smiling faces at the tip of his cock. Richard groaned as cum sprayed from his cock. The first jet landed on Addy’s cheek, and the second splayed across Libbie’s lips. The girls aimed his cock down and another rope splashed on Libbie’s new tits before Addy slurped his cock into her mouth taking the final pulse down her throat.

Richard fell back on the bed out of breath as the two girls turned their attention to each other. Neither had ever tasted anything so amazing. The small amount that had touched Libbie’s lips reminded her of cotton candy, and the rope Addy had swallowed made her think of chocolate brownies. They wanted more. Addy cleaned the cum off of her friend’s round tits leaving them glistening and wet. Libbie licked her friend’s cheek clean, and they shared a long wet kiss before turning ravenous eyes back to Richard.

“You’re going to need a bigger cock to satisfy us both,” Libbie said.

“With big fat balls to make a whole bunch of cum for us both,” Addy said.

Richard growled as his cock grew hard again. Libbie’s mouth enveloped his cock head as he felt it swell with new life. As she bobbed up and down, each time she revealed more and more of his length before pulling back with a wet pop to reveal a nine inch cock that had not been there before. Delighted, Addy took her turn, pushing the length of his cock out of the way to focus on his balls. The feeling of her tongue sliding along his sack sent shivers through his body, and he had a strange sensation of his balls feeling full. Finally looking down, he saw a bulging sack that he could only imagine containing two massive cum factory testicles. “Look Libbie,” Addy said, “a new toy for us! You know, you’re not really our bimbo until you’ve had Richard cum all inside of you. I bet you can make him cum really fast.”

Libbie eagerly pushed Richard back on the bed and swung her leg over him. She let his cock slap against her bare pubis as she slowly pushed forward against it. Reaching the tip, she wedged the cock between the folds of her pussy and then pushed down achingly slowly, eliciting a long groan from her new master. Addy sat beside them, absentmindedly fondling her friend’s breasts while stroking her own pussy and urging her husband to cum as quickly as possible so she could have a turn. By luck, they were positioned directly across from a floor length mirror, and Richard had the option of looking up at Libbie’s beautiful new form or looking past her to see her magnificent ass bouncing up and down on his cock. In minutes, he felt a new tightness in his balls. His cock twitched inside of Libbie as she bent over him to nibble at his ear. His cock erupted inside of her, spraying rope after rope of cum deep inside of her pussy. Her body rocked and shuddered at the sensation, the walls of her cunt milking every last drop.

Amazed, Richard couldn’t stop cumming. The thick white liquid started to leak out around his cock as Libbie rolled off of him, almost catatonic in orgasm. His wife latched on to his cock, taking the final few sprays of cum into her mouth with a satisfied groan. She swirled her tongue around his cock one last time before pulling away. She smiled down at him, “We’re going to have a great marriage now.”

She nestled herself in the crook of his arm and Libbie crawled beside him as well. The warmth of the two bodies against him cause his cock to begin to stir again. He couldn’t believe his luck.

—

Several months later, Richard arrived at Libbie’s office. He’d received an urgent call and rushed over as soon as he could. He burst into the conference room in a fluster and was surprised to see Libbie and Addy standing over a naked young woman on the the table. Libbie was casually thrusting two fingers into the girl’s cunt while Addy stroked her hair and played with her nipples.

“Oh! Richard! I’m so glad you’re here! This is Stacy and we just finalized her divorce. She was so sad! So I let her taste my pussy and now I think she might want to be a bimbo too! She’s only twenty one, and I was thinking you could fuck her and see if you like her!”

Richard stepped inside with a smile and closed the door behind him.