Chapter 7
One day Tom called me up from his office. He asked me if I could meet him for lunch at a nearby restaurant. He told me that there was something that he wanted to tell me about. He sounded a bit strange over the phone, but at the time I thought nothing of it. I got dressed and went downtown to meet him.
I got there early and took a table and waited for him. I enjoyed all the stares that I was getting from all the businessmen in the restaurant. You would think that they had never seen a woman before, from the way they were looking at me. The waiter came over to me and asked if I wouldn't mind waiting at the bar until my husband got there. He seemed a bit upset with me when I told him that I'd rather wait where I was.
Tom arrived a little later and quickly ordered lunch for the both of us. r
"Fm glad you're here. There's something very important that I have to discuss with you," he said.
"What could be so important that you couldn't wait until you came home tonight?"
"Judy, I'm going to come right to the point. I want to start seeing other women. If you want to see other men that's all right with me."
I can't say that I wasn't expecting something like that. But I couldn't understand why he had to drag me all the way down here to tell me about it.
"Do you think that we should get a divorce?" I asked.
"If that's what you think we should do. But that's not what I had in mind."
"Well, just what did you have in mind?"
"An open marriage. You see who you want and I'll see who I want. But we'll still see each other."
"Is that why you've been coming home late the last few days?"
"Yes."
"Is she anyone that I know. Or is there more than one?"
"It's no one that you know, and there has been more than one. But it's nothing more than sex. That's all there is to it."
I wasn't upset by anything that he was saying. In a way I was kind of glad. I too was getting a strong desire to see some other men. For the past few days I had wanted to go and see Stan but I thought that it might hurt my relationship with Tom. I saw then that it really wouldn't have mattered. My only decision now was whether or not I wanted to stay married to Tom.
It didn't take me long to decide what I was going to do.
"We've only been married for a few months, Tom. I think that we'll be able to get an annulment if we can find a good lawyer."
"You're sure that that's what you want?" I'm sure.
I don't think that I could have handled the stress of a divorce. This was a much quicker way, as well as much cheaper. The next step was to find a lawyer to handle the case as quickly as possible. I don't know why I was in such a hurry to get it over with, but at the time that was all I wanted to do. I wasn't angry with Tom. But I knew that sex wasn't all there was to a marriage. It was damn important, but both of us came to realize that we had had more problems than just our bedroom activities.
"Do you want me to find a lawyer or do you want to , do it?" he asked. "I'll do it."
We didn't have much of a settlement to worry about. Of course, there were no children to consider and the bank still owned the house. We both agreed to split whatever there might be, right down the middle.
I think that if anything upset Tom, it was the fact that what he had told me didn't make me start crying or cause a scene because I was going to lose him. It looked as though he may even have been insulted by the calmness of my reaction. To be perfectly honest, I was somewhat surprised by my reaction to the whole thing, myself.
After lunch I went home and got busy finding a suitable lawyer. I called a few people that I thought might know of one until I finally realized that I didn't want the whole world to know what was going on with Tom and me.
I called up a local referral service and they gave me the names of several good divorce lawyers in the area. Not knowing one from the other, I just took the name off the top of the list that they had given me. I called him and made an appointment for that same afternoon. I wasn't prepared to start the proceedings so quickly, but I also knew that a good divorce was usually pretty hard to get. So in a few minutes, I was on my way to dissolve my marriage and start living my own life again.
I was aware that divorce lawyers were doing very well, but I never realized just how well until I walked into that office. The carpeting in the waiting room alone must have cost at least five or six hundred dollars, and the furniture must have been worth thousands. The name on his office door wasn't just painted on either. It was in raised brass lettering:
J. DONALD CRANE ATTORNEY AT LAW
I was impressed by that name, the moment I got to the door. I always thought that there was something mysterious about men who used their first initial only in their name. I gave my name to the receptionist and sat down in one of the chairs, and tried to find an interesting magazine to read. There were about three or four other women in the room with me. Most of them looked a lot older than I, and looked as if this hadn't been the first time that they had been through such a routine. At the time, I hoped that it would be my last. It looked as though everyone in the room was going out of her way to ignore the others.
After waiting about ten minutes or so, a rather heavyset middle-aged woman walked out of his office clutching a handkerchief in her hand. She looked as if she had just poured out her life story to someone-without leaving out any of her tragic misery, I thought. I wondered how a woman like that was able to leave her husband after what must have been a good number of years. I thought that she must have a good deal of courage or a good deal of money. Or perhaps both.
After an hour, all the other women had been ushered in and out of the lawyer's office. Some of them left expressionless and the others seemed to be overjoyed at what had transpired inside. When I realized that I was the last one left, I became very nervous. I didn't like the idea of telling some rich old man that I wanted to go out with other men besides my husband, or that the same was true of my husband. But I was there, and I promised myself that I was going to go through with it.
The receptionist brought me into his office. It was more beautiful than the outer room. I looked around the huge room and saw that no one was there. I turned to the receptionist and before I even said a word to her she told me what I wanted to know.
"Mr. Crane will be with you in a minute, Mrs. Royer. Why don't you just have a seat here and make yourself comfortable in the meantime?"
She pointed to a big overstuffed leather chair facing his desk. As each moment passed the whole thing seemed scarier and scarier to me. I obeyed her as if I were a school girl, sitting down in the chair that she had pointed to and folding my hands in my lap.
"Would you like anything while you're waiting? A cup of coffee, some tea, perhaps?" Her sweetness was so phony that I was almost getting sick from her just being there. I shook my head and told her no thanks, with all the politeness that I was able to muster. She turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in his office.
Not knowing what to do with myself, I noticed a family picture on his desk and wondered if it was his family or if it was his son and his wife and children. For some reason, I always thought of doctors and lawyers as old men with gray hair, usually combed in the wrong direction to cover their baldness. But the man in that picture couldn't have been many years past his late twenties. He had very sexy features and appeared to be quit tall-either that or his wife was unusually short. There were also two children in the picture to make the family complete. I had never been good at guessing the ages of small children, but at a glance I would have said that they were around three and four years old, both boys, both of them very cute little lads. The kind that my mother would have called little angels or something like that
I swung my head around when I heard the door open. It was the receptionist again.
"Mr. Crane asked me to tell you that he'll be only a few more minutes. Are you sure that I can't get you anything before I leave?" Once again I shook my head no. "All right then. Good night." She closed the door behind her and left. I heard a man's voice outside the office door saying good-night to her. It sounded like a young man's voice. I hoped that the man in that picture was the lawyer. I always felt more at ease with someone who was close to my own age, although I was sure that he must have had at least ten or more years on me. But that would hardly qualify anyone as an old man. After all, I was only eighteen at the time.
The minutes were passing slowly as I waited all alone in that office. After a little while I thought that he might have forgotten that there was still someone waiting in his office. As I was debating with myself to go out and see if there was still anyone around, the door finally opened and he walked in, trying to find a place to put down the dozens of folders that he was carrying in his hands. He finally let them drop on a small table near the window. It was the man in the picture. And, he was tall. He seemed to be at least six and one-half feet. He appeared to be kind of clumsy in a very cute sort of helpless way. The more I looked at him, the more he looked like what one would call the typical American boy next door.
"Sorry to keep you waiting so long, Mrs. Royer. But I had a client on the phone and I just couldn't get her off. I suppose that everyone thinks that no problem could be as urgent as her own." I just smiled at him but didn't say anything.
"Now what is it that I can do for you?" His approach was very business-like, not even looking up at me when he spoke, just opening up a file that looked like it had my name on it. I guess that it must have contained the small bits of information that I had given the receptionist when I had called for the appointment.
"I'd like to have my marriage annulled as quickly and easily as possible."
"How long have you been married?"
"Four months."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"And your husband?"
"Nineteen." I was beginning to feel that I was playing a question and answer game with him. I only wished that there were some prizes at stake.
"An annulment isn't an easy thing to obtain. The fact that you've been married for such a short time is a good point in your favor, though. But there have to be good strong grounds and both parties must agree to it."
"What kinds of grounds?"
"Let me give you a few examples: If you and your husband never consummated your marriage or if he beats you or caused you to have extreme emotional upsets-things of that nature are the usual grounds. The settlements are usually pretty cut and dry in those situations. Either the husband gives everything to his wife or it's split up evenly."
"But what if none of these grounds apply to me?
What happens in that case?" I asked. I was beginning to act like a school girl again, I thought, as I gingerly asked my question.
"Nine times out of ten, those grounds don't exist. But if your husband is willing to annul the marriage and you are both agreeable to bending the truth a little bit, it should be able to work itself out." He took a cigarette and offered one to me. I took it and he fumbled for the lighter in his pocket. I took a book of matches out of my bag and offered him a light. He thanked me. I was glad that he wasn't bothered by a woman lighting his cigarette for him. In fact, it didn't seem to phase him in the least.
"Now is your husband as anxious to end this marriage as you are?"
"I don't think so, but he is willing to go along with whatever I want. He even asked me to find the lawyer while he was at work."
"Have you discussed the settlement with him?"
"Yes, everything is going to be split right down the middle. But there really isn't that much anyway."
"I see here in your file that you own a house. Surely that must be worth a nice sum of money."
"But the bank holds the mortgage to it. So that takes care of that money."
"Real estate is a funny thing. Sometimes the value of a house can go up as much as twenty or thirty percent in the period of time that you've lived there. Depending upon what you paid for the house and the return on the interest of the mortgage, it could come out to quite a few thousand dollars. How much did you pay for the house?"
"Forty thousand dollars."
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but how did a couple your age manage to get a mortgage for that amount? It's very unusual for a bank to give such a large amount to a young couple like yourselves."
"Our parents co-signed the mortgage for us. They couldn't afford to give us a house, although they probably would've liked to. It was sort of a present in a way. They wanted Tom and me to have a house of our own. They knew that we wouldn't be able to get a bank to approve that kind of loan by ourselves, so they offered to co-sign for us. I never thought about it before, but it was a very nice thing for them to do. They could have been taking an awful big chance if Tom and I couldn't come up with the monthly payments."
He gave me a disinterested "yes" and went on writing things in my file. I suppose that there was really no need for me to go into the whole story of how we got the house.
He picked up the file and got up from his desk.
"Excuse me for a moment. I have to make a phone call. I'll be right back this time, I promise. This call could be of great interest to you. It's a friend of mine who is in the real estate business. If my guess is right, there could be a lot more in this for you than you thought when you first walked in here."
He walked out of the office and made his call in the other room. I couldn't understand why he couldn't make the same call from his office. When he came back he told me that the receptionist had all the phone numbers outside, so that's why he didn't bother to use the phone in his office. But I must admit, my first thought was that he didn't want me to find out that he might be cheating me out of my own money; It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't even asked him about his fee. I had always heard that these things could be terribly expensive. But I hadn't the slightest idea of how much. I only hoped that I would be able to afford it.
When he came back in the office he had a tremendous grin on his face. I couldn't imagine what could've made him so happy at first. I thought that his friend had just told him something that had made him very happy. After all, he did say that it was a friend of his.
"I think that you might change your mind about the fifty-fifty settlement that you had planned with your husband when I tell you what I just found out."
"I don't see why I should get any more out of this-than Tom. A marriage is supposed to be a partnership. I think that it should end in the same way. I don't think that anyone should come out of something like this as a winner or a loser."
"That is a very sweet sentiment. But sometimes sentiment is overcome by greed, the most common of all human instincts."
"But I don't want any more than I put into this marriage. I would just like to forget about the whole thing, as if it never happened."
"Let me just tell you what I heard. Then well see if you still feel the same way. If you do, that's fine with me. But you are my client, and because you are, I'm obligated to make the best possible arrangements I can for your well-being."
"All right then. Tell me this earth-shaking news you have for me to hear." I was getting a little annoyed with his love of money. He was making me feel as if I was out to destroy Tom, when all I wanted was to end my relationship with him. It seemed to me that by doing that I certainly wasn't out to destroy him. He was just going to discover all the magnificent things about love and sex that I had discovered about them.
"As close as I could figure this out, with the return on your interest when you pay the bank back in full from selling your house, and all the new homes that are going up in that area, along with a planned shopping center nearby, if you sold the house today, you would be able to come, away with a clear profit of close to nine thousand dollars after taxes. And that's not counting the rebate on home insurance and your real estate taxes that you've already paid for the rest of this year. That should come out to at least another five or six hundred, depending on what kind of coverage you have with your insurance company."
My mouth nearly dropped to the floor. I hadn't even considered that the house might be worth more than a few hundred dollars over what it cost us. And I counted on that small amount of money to help set me up in an apartment. But nine thousand dollars, I just couldn't believe it! J. Donald Crane was right. That was a lot of money, a lot more than forty-five hundred. It seemed like an awful lot more than just twice as much.
With nine thousand dollars, I could do anything I wanted to do and still have enough money in the bank to earn a nice tidy sum of interest for me. If I left it there long enough. I looked at Mr. Crane. It was obvious that the expression on my face was nothing new to him. He looked as if he expected the whole thing, that now I was not going to settle for less.
I began to rationalize my unfairness to Tom. I had never worked. He would have more than enough to live on if he kept his job. He'd only be supporting one person instead of two. All that I could do was become a secretary. That didn't pay too much money, so why shouldn't I have a nice little bank account to keep me secure in my future?
The lawyer had a smug self-satisfied look on his face. He seemed to be quite proud of himself for so accurately predicting how I would react to his statement about how much money there could be in it for me.
"I have a strong feeling that you've changed your position about this whole matter."
I couldn't erase the day-dreamy look I had on my face as I sat there thinking about all that money. I knew that in most ways it wasn't a whole hell of a lot, but it was more than I had ever had, probably more than I would ever get the chance to have at any one given time.
"You're dead right," I said, almost smiling from ear to ear. "But how do we get Tom to agree to that kind of settlement? Suppose that he wants all the money, or isn't willing to give me more than half of it like we already agreed on?"
"Did you sign anything with him that states that you're going to divide your property equally?"
"No, but.. r
"There aren't any buts in this type of case. You just have to try and get the most out of it that you can. Is there anything else of value that you own? Something that might not make, you look as if you were trying to make your husband go bankrupt?"
"No, nothing really. Just perhaps the furniture and our car. And, oh yes, my engagement ring. That's worth well over a thousand dollars. But I just couldn't keep that. Not after all this."
"Unfortunately, jewelry just happens to fall into the property settlement. But if we offer the furniture, car and ring and make it sound as if you only-and let me stress that, only want the house, you may come out of this not only nine thousand dollars richer, but, as they say, smelling like a rose."
I was so thrilled at the prospect of all that money that I could have made love to that man right there. Besides, he was pretty damn sexy. I had this underlying desire for very tall men. I liked the feeling of being so small and weak with a man-a big man on top of me, protecting me, in a way. I felt like tearing my clothes off and throwing myself on top of him. Then again, I thought to myself, I'd better save that for after the settlement. It might come in handy if I can't afford to pay his fee, to save something to trade for it. Anyway, he looked like a happily married family man. He seemed so clumsy in a lot of ways. I conjured up what I thought might be a very funny picture of him and his pretty little wife fucking after a hard day at the office and finally getting the kiddies off to sleep.
I tried to imagine how he might be equipped if the size of his dick was in proportion to his body. I remembered Carol once telling me that one of the boys she had slept with, one of the tallest players on our high school basketball team, was almost hysterical to look at. There he was, she said, the biggest guy that she had ever seen, but his cock was just about average size. Nothing wrong with it at all. But when he stood in front of her and took off his clothes she nearly died laughing. Compared to the rest of his body, his prick didn't look any bigger than an overcooked sausage. He got a little pissed off at her, but then he proceeded to fuck the hell out of her. It only looked small on him, but the way he fucked it could've been twenty inches long.
I quietly giggled to myself as I recalled the story in my mind. Mr. J. Donald Crane was busy jotting down all kinds of facts and figures-probably to clobber my dear unsuspecting husband with when we got into the courtroom. Slowly, I could feel all the guilt that I might have felt drifting out of my mind.
I watched him as he reached for the phone on his desk. I thought for a moment about who he might be calling since he remembered the number without having to look on his receptionist's desk. Either his mother or his wife, I thought. The latter turned out to be the correct assumption. He told her he'd be home later than usual, that he had to get started on a new case as soon as possible and not to keep dinner waiting for him because he might be home very late. He turned his head away from me and gave her an over-the-phone kiss good night. He looked as if he were embarrassed by what he thought I might have looked upon as childish behavior from a man his age.
"I hope that you have some time to spend here with me this evening. There are a lot of details that I would like to go over with you as soon as possible. It's best to handle these matters as swiftly as possible. Or, as much as I hate to use the expression, strike while the iron is hot."
"I think that you mean that you'd like to get this done before my husband knows what hit him, Mr. Crane."
"Well, that is about the size of it. Now, Mrs. Royer, this . . . "
"I'd like it better if you would just call me Judy, if you don't mind." I couldn't stand being called Mrs. Royer. It always made me feel a lot older than I was. Not just a few years, but more along the lines of middle-aged and overweight.
"Then I guess that it's only polite that you call me by my first name."
"But your first name is only an initial. But if you'd like, I'd be glad to call you "J" if your first name is a big secret." He smiled at what I had said. I was beginning to feel very relaxed with him now that we had begun working together for a common cause, fucking over my ever loving husband, whom I was learning slowly to dislike more and more with every passing moment because of my potential windfall.
J. Donald Crane didn't take his eyes off me for one moment. He seemed to enjoy the evil smile on my face as I sat there thinking about all that money. At least that's what he thought I was thinking about. I was also thinking about how he might look naked, if his cock would look as out of proportion as that big guy Carol had told me about. But if it didn't look out of proportion, if it fit his tremendous frame, his cock must be gigantic, I thought. I would have given anything to find out.
Then and there, I decided that before he went home to his lovely wife and children, somewhere in the suburbs no doubt, I was going to find out. I really didn't mind including it in his fee, since I didn't realize before that I would have all that money to pay him. And who knows, I thought, maybe after the fee I was going to give him that night, he wouldn't even ask for money. Just more of the same. But until I found out just how well stocked he was, and how well he was able to use it, I was planning to pay him in cash just like everyone else did. Then, I wondered how many of his women clients had climbed onto his giant body and given him the ride of his life. He didn't look like the seductive type, but you never can tell what a man is going to turn out to be like when an attractive woman lets him know pretty plainly that she wants to get it on with him. If there was one thing that I had learned to be, it was direct with my words. If I wanted someone to fuck me, I'd tell him. If I was hot for a stiff dong to be shoved up my pussy, I wasn't in any mood to play head games with whoever I had in mind for my bed partner that night, or whatever time of day it might happen to be. I had finally gotten out of the only-at-night syndrome, and I wasn't about to get back into it. I found out that fucking was fun any time of the day or night if that's what you wanted to do. And I also found out that the bedroom wasn't the only place for doing it. Wherever you are, and whatever time it is, if you want to fuck, that's exactly what you should do. Why wait? Why let the urge pass you by?
I wanted to fuck Mr. J. Donald Crane. I wanted to see what kind of tool he had buried under his Brooks Brothers suit. Not because I liked him particularly-I hadn't known him long enough to know whether or not I did-but just because I was curious about him. About his cock, I should say. That, as far as I was concerned, was a good enough reason for sex with anyone. It couldn't hurt me, and no man, no matter how much he may say he loves his wife, will say no to a girl who comes right out and asks him to ball her. They might run away from a girl who plays games, thinking that she may want something more, but not from a girl who makes it perfectly clear that all she wants is to have his stiff dick ramming into her until she comes. And Mr. J. Donald Crane was not going to run away from me after we finished our work.
I noticed that he had gone back to his work now, as I daydreamed about my money and sex. I realized that he didn't tell me what his first name was. Maybe he wanted me to call him J. Or maybe he would've preferred Donald. That was the name he was using on his office door. He must like it, I thought.
"Well, Mr. Crane," I said. "Should I call you J. or would you rather I call you Donald? Or maybe you'd like to tell me what the J. stands for."
"It's no big secret, but you are going to be the first of my clients to find out before getting the bill. My name is John. That's all there is to it Nothing imagine at all. Just plain old ordinary John. The J. Donald business on the door and my care was my wife's idea. She thought that it would add a lot of class to the place."
"Your wife and I think alike, John. I think that it adds a lot of dignity and class. I have to admit that I was impressed by it."
"I'm glad you think so, Judy. I like to think that I give my clients something for the money that they pay me."
I couldn't think of a more perfect time to ask. "By the way, just how much is your fee? I have a feeling that I should've asked as soon as I came in. I might have been able to save us both a lot of time, just in case."
"It's hard to say; I usually don't have a set fee. It varies from case to case. If there's only a small amount involved in a settlement, I usually charge about five hundred dollars for a divorce, while an annulment will usually cost a little more since there are more involved legal procedures because the annulment laws are pretty vague in the state."
"You're beginning to scare me a little. It sounds like it's going to cost me a lot of money for your services."
"You didn't let me finish. In a case where there is a reasonable sum of money involved I take a percentage of the cash settlement. So in a way, when I do that, it's kind of a gamble on my part. You see, when I say cash settlement, I mean just that. Suppose that you get the house, but you decide that you want to keep it and you only get a few hundred dollars in cash. If I were to sign a contract with you for say ten percent of the cash settlement, I'd be stuck. But that's just the chance that I have to take. But I can't see why you wouldn't sell the house. I can't see where a single girl would have any use for it. So I don't think that I'd be taking any chance if I were to tell you that my fee is going to be ten percent of your cash settlement with your husband, of which the court cost and everything else is included."
"Sort of a package deal. Is that it?"
"You might put it like that, although it does seem to take some of the dignity out of my profession. I'm not a travel agent or a caterer, you know."
He went back to his work again. Almost a thousand dollars in legal fees if I get what I want, I thought to myself. That's a lot of money, but there really wasn't anything else that I could do. He had to make a living, so I couldn't expect him to give me a discount just because I wanted to get sexy with him. But he did seem so nice that I really didn't mind that much. Besides, eight thousand dollars is' no small amount, and it could be even more with all the rebates that he was talking about from the insurance companies and the real estate taxes.
"All right, Judy," I heard him say. I was so involved in my thoughts that I had nearly forgotten what I had come there for in the first place.
"We're going to have to handle this with a whole new approach if you want the settlement to work out in your favor. Having handled similar cases to this one before, I can honestly say that it's not going to be very easy to get your husband to agree to this kind of terms."
"You mean that if he doesn't agree, that's all there is to it? We split everything equally and no questions asked?"
Tm afraid that it's not quite that cut and dry. If he won't agree out of court, we just have to go to court and prove that in some way he is inadequate-as a husband to you, that is. Using one or more of the grounds that I mentioned before."
"Why don't we just wait and see if he'll agree to it?"
"Because when he refuses, we'll be at an advantage by having our case prepared well in advance, not giving him enough time to prepare a good defense for himself. It's also helpful to you the plaintiff since it gives you the choice of the hearing date. That's one more way of cutting down on your husband's time to prepare his case."
"It all seems so terribly evil. But how are we going to prove those things about him? It's just going to be my word against his, isn't it?" I found it hard to believe that it was getting so involved. I left my house under the impression that it was going to be as simple as signing a few pieces of paper and that would be that. I was starting to wonder if I would be able to go through with it.
"Let's go over the grounds again. Maybe we'll be able to come up with an easy answer. Did you and your husband consummate your marriage?"
"If that means did we have sex, yes we did." I thought about that for a moment. I wanted to correct myself and say that he had sex. Up until very recently, I hadn't had much of anything from him.
"Has he ever beaten you for any reason at all?"
"No."
"Has he ever caused you any extreme emotional hardships over long periods of time?"
It hit me. I was depressed for months because of the way he treated me in the bedroom. That's an emotional strain, I thought. Maybe that would be good enough. I didn't know quite how to go about telling that to John though. I had trouble telling it to my best friends. He was not much more than a total stranger. But I had to put the money ahead of my personal pride and my sex life with my husband."
"What is it, Judy? Is there something wrong?"
"Oh no, no. I just had a thought. Would it be possible to tie two of those grounds together to make one big one?"
"It's been done before. What exactly are you talking about? You know that I can't help you unless you're willing to give me your full cooperation." I wondered if he realized just exactly how much of my full cooperation I was going to give him before the evening was over.
"You see, John, all the months that I was married, I never enjoyed sex with him."
"But I thought that you told me that you had consummated the marriage."
"Yes, we did. And would you mind not using that word. It sounds like you're making soup instead of love."
"I do have to handle this on a professional level. That just happens to be the word I use for it."
"Well, if it's all right with you, I'd like to handle this on my own level."
"Go right ahead. Call it whatever you like."
"I hope that you won't fall out of your chair, but I call it fucking."
"Don't worry, I've heard the word before. In fact, I still use it. But not in the office. I'm sure you understand why. But if that's the word that you feel comfortable with, feel free to use it as much as you like."
"Let me go on. Every night when Tom and I would go to bedsit was like a rerun of the night before. He couldn't care, less whether I wanted to fuck him or if I was ready enough or if I had an orgasm.
"As a matter-of-fact, it wasn't until about four weeks ago that I had the first orgasm of my life. Not with Tom though. When I found out what Tom had made me miss all those years that we had been having sex before and after our wedding, I didn't know what to do. I thought that I loved Tom. I thought that if I tried to get him to discuss it with me we might be able to work things out between us. But we didn't; it just made them worse. I walked out on him one night after I tried to get him to listen to reason."
"I found other men, and I let them fuck me and do what they liked with my body. It wasn't until recently that I stopped thinking of myself as an old married lady. I found out that men thought that I was sexy. I liked the way it felt to be wanted, to have a man make love to me because he wanted to please me, as well as pleasing himself. Letting me please him."
I paused a moment and then went on. "With Tom it had always been when he wanted it. When he finished he went to sleep and left me feeling like a cheap whore that he just paid for to get his rocks off. In the beginning he used to leave me frustrated. But after a while, I became so bored with the idea of having sex with him that he didn't even get me excited enough to be left frustrated. Sexually, I felt nothing at all. I could have been a eunuch as far as he was concerned. But I had never experienced anyone else so I thought that perhaps it might be that there was something wrong with me. I had a couple of girlfriends over one day and asked them about it. They both had the same suggestion. Leave Tom. Go and find someone who knew how to treat a woman and make her feel like a total human being."
I looked up for a second and then went on. "I was too stubborn to take their advice right away. I had forced myself to believe that I loved my husband. Finally it got to be too much for me. I had to leave, I had no choice. But I did have every intention of coming back to him. But I wanted to find out what real love-making was all about. I stayed at a friend's apartment for a few days. In those few days, I learned and experienced more sex than in all the years that I had gone out with Tom. But I knew that I could find a way to make Tom see that I was right. One of my friends went over to see him one afternoon and seduced him. She showed him all the things that I wanted him to know, all the things that I thought would-make him love me more, and make me love him more, as well."
He interrupted me there. "Did it work?"
"It did to a point. When I went back to him we made love wildly for hours and hours. I loved every second of it I thought for sure that all our problems were solved and everything would turn out wonderful for us the rest of our lives."
"But Tom thought otherwise?"
"No, not really. I think that he thought that everything was going to be fine also."
"But what was the reason for wanting an annulment if both of you thought that your marriage was going to work out?"
"The reason was, and is, that after being so obsessed with the sexual problems that I had had with him, I failed to realize that there was more to it than just that. I realized that I didn't really love him. I had just been saying it for so many years that I had begun to believe it myself. And I don't think that he really loves me either. But today was the clincher. He called me up and asked me to meet him downtown so he could tell me that he was seeing other women. I wasn't surprised, I felt the same way about other men, although I hadn't seen any other men since I came home about a month ago. He asked me if I would mind having an open marriage. Do you know what that is, John? An open marriage would allow me to go out and fuck whoever I wanted to whenever I wanted to, and he could do the same."
"And why didn't you agree to that?"
"Because I don't believe in open marriage. I know it might sound a bit hypocritical after all I've just told you, but if you're married you should only sleep with one man and he should sleep only with you. As long as you're not married, you're not hurting anyone by fucking anyone you please. But besides that, I just don't want to stay married to him. I don't love him. I'm sorry that I've made you listen to all this. The point that I'm trying to bring out is this: If his sexual attitude towards me is the way I described it to you, wouldn't you consider that to be putting me under an emotional strain for a long period of time?"
"Normally, I would have to say so. But the fact that you did walk out on him might tend to change things somewhat. Does he know about these other men that you had sex with?"
"No, I've never told him about any of them. But I think that he might assume that I had fucked quite a few guys before I came home to him. He also knows that I was the one who sent my friend over to seduce him that afternoon."
John looked depressed, as if he were trying to search out an answer from the back of his mind. I had a strong feeling that I had just blown the whole thing. The money, the marriage, and the seduction of this wholesome All-American father of two. He tapped his fingers on the desk and gazed out the window. He swung around to me quickly, as if he were a great big kid who just discovered something new and exciting.
"I think I have the answer, Judy. In fact, if I'm right, we won't even have to go to court except to sign the final papers." He just kept grinning at me. I thought that he was going to ask me to guess what he was talking about. But I wasn't going to pay him close to a thousand dollars to play guessing games.
"Would you mind telling me your brainstorm? After all, I am paying you for your help."
"I was just going over it in my mind to make sure about it before I got your hopes up. But I'm sure that it will work. It can't possibly miss. It's human nature. The odds are one hundred percent in our favor."
"For God's sake, John. You're going to drive me crazy. Will you please tell me what you're talking about already?"
"Look, we'll tell Tom that if he doesn't agree to the settlement that we'll have no choice but to take him to court. And we'll spell out loud and clear exactly what you've just told me. There isn't a man in the world who would be able to take that kind of public embarrassment, no matter how much money there was at stake. The last thing a man would ever want to have to admit to or try to prove in a courtroom full of men and women is that he was a lousy lover, that he was an absolute waste in the bedroom. You say that you've been sleeping with Tom since you were fifteen?"
"That's right."
"Do you think that he would want people to know that in the past three years he hasn't been able to even come close to satisfying you? His own wife, the woman that he supposedly loves? You just leave everything to me. He'll be lucky if he comes out of this with his clothes on his back when I get through."
"All I want is the money, John. I don't want to destroy him."
Judging by the expression on his face, John looked like the kind of man who enjoyed his work as some kind of sick power to destroy men. I couldn't understand that at all.
"Do you get a thrill out of what you do, John? I mean do you like the feeling that you're capable of destroying another man's life?"
"Oh no, Judy. I don't want you to think that. It just makes me feel good when I'm able to get the best results for my clients. That's why people come to see me. They want things. They want money, but more often than that, they want revenge. When a man is married to a woman for twenty-five or thirty years, and then decides to take off with his secretary for a few weeks in the Bahamas, how do you think that makes his wife feel? How would you feel if you were in love with a man and devoted your life to him for thirty years and then, the old fart that he is, takes off with some young girl because you don't excite him any more? Totally disregarding the fact that he's never done anything to excite you in the last twenty years. But he's your husband all those years and you love him and there isn't anything that you wouldn't do for him. Wouldn't you want to destroy him the way he's destroyed your life, not taking the time to notice all you've done for him?"
"It sounds as if you've just described my marriage."
"No, not at all. You're still young. My God, you're not even nineteen yet. You are still young and sexy and you've got a lot to offer to any man who you'd be willing to give it to. But these women aren't as fortunate as you. They're old and tired. They have nothing left to give any more. Their breasts sag to their waists and they're usually as big as a house. Even if they had the money, most of them wouldn't even be able to buy love with it. For the most part, they've forgotten how to give love to anyone but the man that they've slaved for all their lives."
He was sounding terribly emotional. I felt awful that I had ever asked him the question I had. But at least I found one thing out: he thought that I was sexy. But then again, so did I, and I did my best to show it.
"Do you really think that I'm sexy, John?" I thought that he might like something of a little girl act. He seemed a bit excited already, but I didn't know if it was from the little speech that he had just given me, or if it was all the things that I had told him about my sex life.
"Not just sexy, Judy. You are more of what I would have to call sensual. There's something about you that makes a man want to have you, to touch and caress and hold in his arms, feeling you close."
"Would you like to feel me close to you, John?"
"Yes, I would. Very much, but I'm afraid that I.. . "
I placed my fingers lightly over his mouth. "Put your arms around me and pull me close to you. Feel my body next to yours."
He put his arms around me, squeezing me tightly to him. My head buried in his chest. I felt as if I was lost in a huge mass of man. But in so many ways he was like a young boy who needed to be shown what to do.
"Do you like the way I feel close to you, John?"
"Yes. You feel so soft and warm and sexy next to me. I wish that I could feel you closer."
"Would you like to make love to me? Would you like to feel me naked next to you? Would you like to kiss my body all over and suck on my tits? Would you like to put your cock inside me and fuck me nice and slow? I know that you want me, John. And you can have me. You can touch me and lick me and suck me all you like. I know that you want me. You think that I'm sexy. You told me that. Don't you want me as much as I want to have you? I want to feel your mouth all over me. Sucking me. Eating me up alive. Making me come. I want to feel your cock inside me. I'll bet you've got a nice big one too. I'll bet it's the biggest one I'll ever see. Show me your dick. Let me see how big it is."
I reached down to the bulge in his pants. He stood there, still holding me next to him, not really believing what was happening to him. I was not far from wrong about the size of his prick. It felt huge in my hand.
"Oooooooooooooo . . . John," I cooed. "It is big! And-it's nice and hard already. Did I make you get hard like that? Did I make you so big and hard because you want to feel my tight cunt wrapped around your cock? Let me take off my clothes, John. I want to show you my body. I think that you'll like it. I have a very nice figure. And my tits are nice sized too. I hope that you'll suck on them for me. I love it when someone sucks on my tits. My nipples get straight and stiff, just like your dick does. Will you suck on my nipples for me? Please, John, I'd like you to suck my tits for me."
I moved away from him and stepped out of my clothes. I was completely naked in a few minutes. I tired to undress as seductively as possible. His eyes didn't move from my body. He tired to soak in every inch of me in his mind. He was absolutely speechless because of what I was doing to him. I stepped out of my tiny panties and let him see the dark curly patch of hair between my thighs.
I sat down in the chair and made him lean against the desk and look at me. He was acting like a man in a trance. I spread my legs slightly so that he could get a good look at my glistening pink cunt lips. I ran a finger between the lips of my pussy and threw my legs up on his desk so he could get an even better view of my hot moist love cavern. I kept watching his face as he stared longingly at me while I played with myself, pinching my nipples lightly with my fingers, making them stand out hard and stiff, cupping my left tit in my hand and almost holding it out for him to touch. When I saw his hand starting to move towards my chest I backed away and gave him a teasing little laugh.
I closed my eyes and shoved my index finger into my pussy and fucked myself slowly with my small hand. Feeling my pussy getting hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter, I sat there like that playing with myself in front of him, driving him mad; but he was like a statue, frozen, not knowing what to do. I looked at the picture of his family on his desk. I wondered if his wife had ever excited him the way I was exciting him right now.
I wondered what his darling little wife would have thought if she knew that there was a sexy eighteen-year-old girl showing her body off to her husband in his office-playing with herself, wanting to have her husband's dick rammed up her young pussy.
"Do you like my pussy, John? Wouldn't you like to touch it? It's so nice and soft. And it's wet. Sooooo wet. It'll be nice and wet for you to slide your big cock into and out of me. I don't want just my finger any more. I want to feel you inside my pussy."
I had never seen a man go so completely numb before or since. I made sexy little moans and groans and sucked on my fingers while I looked straight into his eyes. I thought about that wife of his again. I wondered if she ever went down on him. It she ever swallowed his come for him. Or if she used her mouth to get him hard again after they'd fucked. I thought about how lucky she must feel to have such a big cock all to herself. I wondered if she appreciated the size of it.
"Take off your clothes, John. I want to see you and hold your dick in my hands and kiss it for you. Please, John, don't make me beg for it. I want to have your cock. I want to see what it looks like and how it feels in my hand and my mouth and my cunt!"
I unzipped his pants and leaned forward and kissed the tip of the gigantic rod and ran my mouth up and down the outside of his shaft. I tried to put it in my mouth, but it was no use. It was too big for my small mouth. I couldn't believe that anything so big could be standing so straight and hard. I reached under his cock and felt for his balls. They were equally big. I couldn't wait to feel them slapping against my ass when he drove that giant weapon into me.
He lifted me up and brought me over to the couch on the other side of his office. He laid me down on my back and spread my legs. He brought his face down to my pussy and started licking me there. He found my clit in a few seconds and instantly brought me to a fantastic come with a few artful flicks of his tongue. Obviously he was well versed in the art of eating cunt, something that most men I had come across lacked. If I pushed their faces around long enough, they might find the right spot, but John knew just where to go with his tongue. He kept licking me, mixing his saliva with my cunt juices.
"John, put it in me! I want it now! Fuck me with your big dick. I want to feel it in my hot cunt."
He grabbed my ankles and threw my legs over his back. I locked my feet together around his back. I reached down and guided the head of his cook to the entrance of my love hole.
"Don't push too hard, John. I don't want it to hurt me. Put it in me slow. Just a little at a time, please, John, please . . . "
He pushed gently into me but couldn't manage to get even the head of his dick into my tight cunt. He got up and opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small first aid kit. He opened it up and took out a small tube of petroleum jelly. He squeezed a large amount out onto his hand. I watched him excitedly as he rubbed it all over his big cock. He came back to the couch and applied some to my burning wet cunt.
"This will make it easier for you, Judy. I don't want to hurt you with my cock. I'll try to be as gentle as I can." I was beginning to think that he had forgotten how to talk before that moment.
"Oh, John. I want to take all of it. I want all of you in my pussy, fucking me until we both come."
He got on top of me and I once again locked my legs around his back. I took his cock in my hand and guided the now slippery tool to the entrance of my cunt. I felt im push forward firmly but gently until the head of his dick was buried in my hole. He pushed again and managed to get another two inches of his giant shaft in me.
I squeezed him closer to me with my legs, forcing him to bury more of his cock inside my wet hole. He was fucking me with a slow steady in and out motion. I realized that my cunt was already filled with his organ and it wasn't even three quarters of the way in yet. I didn't think that I would be able to take any more of it. But with every move he made, he artfully was able to slide a fraction of an inch more into my tight pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmm . . . you're trying to put it all into me! It's such a nice big cock! I've never had anything as big as your cock inside my pussy before."
After about ten minutes of his beautiful slow fucking he had the entire length of his prong in me.
"Do you like my cock, Judy? Do you like the way my big prick is fucking your tiny hole? Your cunt is so hot. It makes my cock feel so good inside you. Fucking you! I'm fucking your cunt with my big prick!"
"Ohhhhhh . . . yeeeeeesssssssssssssssss I love your big fat cock! Fuck me good with your giant prick. Stuff my hot crack with your cock!"
He increased the speed with which he was fucking me. Not much faster though. But fast and hard enough so that I could feel his big heavy balls slapping against my bottom. His breathing was heavy now. I thought he might be ready to come, but he showed no signs of it if he was. He kept up fucking me in the same steady motion, gradually increasing the speed of his pumping motion into me. My cunt felt so stretched out that I was sure that his giant pecker had ruined me for life. But I didn't care. I wanted it. I wanted his big dong more than anything else in the world at that moment. I felt myself getting ready to come under the smooth long strokes of his dick. I felt my cunt muscles spasm within me. But his cock was too big for my cunt to contract around it. I felt as if I were suspended in space somewhere.
I reached around his backside and took hold of his big hairy sac. His balls felt heavy in my hand. They were the biggest I had ever seen. I tickled them and squeezed them and rolled the big nuts around in my fingers. He must have liked the feeling of having his balls played with because he started fucking me with more intensity. I was sure that he would have loved to ram my cunt as hard as he could but was holding back so as not to hurt my cunt. But he was ramming me pretty hard. It was far from painful. In fact I was almost numb from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
"I think I'm going to come now," I heard him mumble between his heavy breaths.
"Oh yessssss . . . John darling. Come in me! Let me take your load of hot come in my pussy. Let me feel it inside my hot box."
I felt his huge body tremble as his giant cock began to throb violently inside my tight pussy. I could feel his first jets of come gushing into me. He kept coming, pushing himself tight against my small frame. His cock buried deep inside my hole, still throbbing, sending hot jets of his liquid into me.
I felt his muscles relax when he was finished. But he didn't move off me. He stayed there with his cock inside me. I felt it getting softer and softer, slowly slipping out of my well lubricated pussy. I felt his hands running all over my body as I lay there beneath him, stroking my sides and grabbing my firm ass in his big hands.
I felt him trying to pull himself out of my pussy. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to make him stay, but he was just too powerful for me. My cunt ached when he pulled his soft dick out of me.
I watched his prick sway as he walked towards one of the doors in his office. It was as big soft as it was hard. I was getting hot all over again as I saw his big soft dong hanging loosely over his heavy balls.
I heard water running in the next room. He was cleaning himself up. He had a lot of nerve, I thought. Did he think that I had some kind of disease or something? He came out and tossed a towel over to me.
"Why don't you go in there and wipe some of the sweat off yourself? It'll make you feel a whole lot better."
My anger vanished. I took the towel and disappeared into the bathroom. I wondered how many other of his younger clients had done the same thing in his bathroom after chatting about their case. But he did act kind of shocked by the whole thing. But maybe it was just that, an act. But whatever it was, I surely enjoyed it. I inspected my pussy with my fingers to see if it would ever be the same again. I was amazed to see that my finger was still a tight fit. I never understood how such a small opening like my pussy could accommodate just about any size cock. I considered it one of the wonders of the world.
He was dressed again when I walked back into his office.
"You have a terribly guilty look on you, John."
"I think that this shouldn't have happened. I don't think that it's right. I mean, I am a married man, you know."
"But no one ever has to know about it besides the two of us. Besides, a man with a prick as big as yours needs more than one place to put it. I don't think that you disliked the place that I found to put it."
He didn't take his eyes off me for one second as I got dressed. He seemed a little sorry now for what he had just said to me. He looked as though he were going to try stumbling through some sort of apology. I walked over to where he was standing and pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. A long, long wet kiss. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
"I hope that you'll still handle the case for me, John."
"I was afraid that you might not want that any more."
"Don't be silly. Of course I do." I gave his deflated cock a fight squeeze. "And I want some of that sometimes also. It's not fair to save it all for just one woman. I don't think that you appreciate what you've got here."
But somehow I didn't think that he would ever let himself go again with me. But I was sure going to try. I wasn't about to let something like that get away from me so easily. I didn't want to break up his marriage or anything like that. I just wanted to have him fuck me again with that big hunk of meat that he had in his pocket. I wondered how often he fucked his wife. After a few years of marriage, I couldn't see how her pussy could be anything less than totally stretched out of shape from a pecker like his.
"Can I drop you any place, Judy?"
"No thanks, John. I think that I'd like to walk to the train station. I could use the fresh air."
"Now don't forget. We have to have a meeting with your husband to discuss the settlement arrangements. Call me and let me know as soon as you can make it. Just set up the appointment with my receptionist. If she gives you trouble with getting an appointment soon enough just call me on my private line." He jotted down a number on a piece of scrap paper.
I left before he did. I felt good. I had just had a good fuck and I was going to get a lot of money. I decided to go to a bar and celebrate with a drink before I went home. I didn't think that Tom would be home yet anyway. Besides, I'd be damned if I was going to rush back home to fix dinner for him after all this.