At five I hear the car pull up in the driveway and stop. Graham is early. I am stretched out on the big living room sofa in my velvet robe, finishing my fourth martini. I am a bit tight, feel delightful, and am ready to take on Graham. I dangle a silver slipper on my toes.
Our greetings to each other are terse.
"Well, I've been expecting to see you," he says coldly. "Your money must be just about gone… right?"
"Right."
He goes to the liquor cabinet and gets out some bourbon. "I see you've just about taken care of the gin. So, did you come back to stay awhile or just to see if you could get some money?" He stares down at the drink he is pouring as he talks. Everything about his manner reminds me of all the reasons I left him.
"Money… just the money," I say.
"Not beating about the bush, huh?" He comes back across the room toward me, his face unpleasant.
"No, Graham. I'll make it very clear… direct. I want a divorce. And a settlement giving me half of everything. If you won't agree to it I'll file anyway and ask for alimony."
He laughs. "You? You're forgetting that it was you who deserted me. You have no grounds."
I don't answer him at first. I sit up and cross my legs. I drink the last swallow of my drink. I hold out my empty cocktail glass. "Make me another, will you?"
"All right… that's a small request." He takes my glass and goes back to the liquor cabinet to get some ice.
"Graham, I've seen a lawyer… a good one," I lie coolly. "The law favors a' woman. I have sufficient grounds. There were a lot of things that happened or didn't happen before I left you. And you make a marvelous salary. I want my share."
He isn't looking at me directly when I mention having seen a lawyer but I see his jaw fall. His face looks pasty, soft like putty for a moment. But he recovers quickly. "Well, you've really looked into things, haven't you?" he says.
"Yes."
He hands me the drink.
"Thank you."
Graham gulps the rest of his drink and makes another. He sits down next to me. He sits hunched over with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. "You're really serious about it, aren't you?"
"Yes."
He clears his throat and takes a swallow of his drink. "The difficulty about a divorce is that you bring it up right at a time when I'm practically lined up for a promotion, Executive Vice President. But a divorce right now would kill it. I don't mind the idea of a divorce so much, but I'd hate to see it wreck my chances for that job."
"I can believe that."
"… huh?"
"Nothing. No matter."
"But we could work it out maybe. I could give you something to tide you over a few months until the promotion goes through."
"How much?"
"I don't know… I hadn't thought about that. A few thousand maybe. And then later we could work out something on the rest. I could write you a check."
"A cashier's check?"
"You'd have to wait until tomorrow. I'd have to go to the bank for that."
I laugh. "I'm not in that much of a hurry. Shall we say five thousand then?"
"Four."
"All right. I won't argue. Four is enough for a couple of months at least. Then we can take care of the rest of it later based on your new position and all. I'll file for the divorce then. Well, now that that's settled, I feel like another drink… make me one?"
He takes my glass. "You plan to stay the night?"
"Mmm hmm… might as well. T have to go to the bank with you anyway." '
I take my fresh martini from him and poke the olive into my mouth with the little stick. I feel wicked. It has all been marvelously easy with him about the money. "Thanks," I say. I cross my legs so that my robe hikes up over my knees.
He glances down, sneers a little. "If it wasn't for what we were just talking about," he says, "I'd guess you were on the make for me… sitting there like that."
"I just don't feel like wasting the evening… or these drinks. If I'm going to stay here tonight, we might just as well make some use of it."
He looks at me incredulously, shakes his head. "How can you tell me you want a divorce one minute, then try to coax me down on the couch with you the next?"
"Oh don't be so stuffy, Graham. That always was your trouble. Relax… Come on over with me and have a little fun."
"But you still want the divorce?"
"Certainly. Eventually, at least. But let's not think about that now. Come on."
"You're a bitch… a real bitch."
I smile innocently. "Am I…?"
"And you ought to be screwed like a bitch… raped… fucked in your mouth… your ass."
"Graham, how you talk. You wouldn't do such things, we both know that. You couldn't if you tried."
"Couldn't I? Want to try me?"
I laugh. "Sure… but I don't think you're capable of anything more than just climbing on and getting off."
"Strip!"
"Really, Graham… this is so unlike you." I laugh again. I stand up and open my robe and pull it back. I can tell that he is startled to see I'm naked underneath it. I drop the robe on the carpet and kick off my slippers.
"You are a bitch, aren't you?" He steps forward and grabs me by the arms and rather roughly sits me back down on the sofa. He stands in front of me. The muscles of his face are drawn, tense. He unzips his pants. "Get out my cock," he says.
I reach into his trousers and find him swollen but not quite stiff. "Why you're not even hard, Graham," I say. I enjoy teasing him. I draw out his prick. It feels strange holding him like this after so many weeks.
"I'll get there," he says. He presses his cock against my face. "Eat me," he commands.
I laugh. "You shock me, Graham. I didn't think you -"
"Don't talk so much. Just eat me. Suck me…"
I take the head of his prick between my lips. It strikes me funny that he thinks he is degrading me when this is such innocent play compared to other things I've done. But that feeling doesn't last long. He clutches the back of my head and holds me immobile. He rams his cock into my mouth. "Open up wider," he says. His voice is cold, a little frightening. He pushes in even deeper. He starts to slide his prick back and forth between my lips. I realize he doesn't want me to really eat his prick at all. He just wants to fuck me in the mouth with it. He wants to abuse me, make me as miserable as he can. It suddenly all becomes very hateful to me. I gag. He holds my head and fucks my mouth rapidly. My jaw begins to ache. I want to sink my teeth into his prick. But before I can, I gag again. My whole mouth feels numb. I think I am going to vomit.
He stops suddenly, pulls his cock out. My jaws close painfully. "Want to quit?" he says.
I don't answer. I don't want him to think he's getting the best of me. I just sit there working my jaw, trying to make the ache go away.
"Get up then. Bend over the couch. Stick your ass out toward me."
I do as he says. I try to think of a way to get back at him. I feel the head of his prick push against my cunt. He jams it in. He reaches around my ribs and grabs my breasts. He squeezes them. Too hard.
"Oow! Hey, cut it out. You don't have to hurt me."
He grunts, mumbles something I don't understand. He lets go of my breasts but shoves his cock into me harder. He moves his hand between my buttocks and sticks one of his fingers an inch or so into my ass. It hurts. There is nothing romantic about it. Nothing even sensual about it. He uses me like some kind of fucking machine, driving his cock and finger into me as hard as he can. I struggle to get away, but he holds me down.
Then his cock pulls out of my cunt and thrusts into my ass. He has never screwed me in the ass before and I suppose he thinks this is all something new to me. He shoves his prick all the way in to its thick hairy base. I cry out. I twist and turn and try to get away from him. This only seems to excite him more. He rubs my cunt with his fingers. His nails scratch me. His other hand claws at my breasts. He pumps his cock faster in and out of my ass. Then I feel the warm spurts of his cum shoot into me. Unexpectedly, I cum too. It only lasts a moment but the feeling is intense and I forget I am with Graham. We collapse on the sofa. I am glad that it is over. It hurts again when he pulls his prick out of me.
After a minute, Graham gets up and struts about the room, his prick still hanging out of his trousers. He looks at me triumphantly and zips up his pants.
I decide not to let him get the best of me. "Oh, are we through now?" I ask. "I'll put on my robe then." I wink at him. "I kind of wish we were just starting. Maybe later though…"
Graham looks at me confused. "You mean you liked it?"
"Sure… didn't you? Well, I wouldn't say it's the best I've ever had, but if this is the new Graham, it's certainly an improvement over the old. Not that I've changed my mind about a divorce or anything. But I have to admit you were pretty good."
Graham blinks at me unbelieving. "I thought -" His voice catches. "Jesus Christ…" His face changes color. He gulps his drink, forces a laugh. "I really didn't think you'd go for it that way…"
"Oh it was fine. Of course I liked it. I've never been exactly a prude, have I?"
"No… but Christ, how come if. you like it so much, you want a divorce?"
I laugh. "I didn't say I liked it that much."
Graham doesn't answer. He just stares at me. I realize that somehow I have managed to turn his little game around on him. Suddenly I am in the superior position again. I decide to play a little game of my own. I light a cigarette. I hold out my almost empty glass. "Be a dear and make me a fresh one, will you?"
He takes the glass. "Yes… all right." He still looks puzzled. He walks slowly over to the bar. The strut is gone out of him.
I come up behind him while he is fixing the drink and rub my breasts on his back. "That felt nice being screwed in the ass," I say. I slide my hand around his hips to his prick. "Your cock felt so big and good when it was in my mouth, too. Too bad you're so soft down here now. I wish we could just keep at it and at it, don't you?"
I feel his cock begin to harden again. He whirls around with my drink and I have to let go of his prick to take it. His face looks pasty.
"Should I get it out again now? It looks so big pushing against your pants. Feels nice too. You're getting good and stiff already. Mmm, I'm sure you're ready to fuck me with it. In my cunt this time though, all right? I like to be screwed in the ass, but I want you to cum in my cunt, too. I'll suck it again first… okay? But not until I wash you. I mean I wouldn't want to get fucked in the ass and then have the same cock again in my mouth without cleaning it up a little first. I'll get a washcloth for that, all right?"
Graham swallows hard and nods. I watch his Adam's apple going up and down. His eyes look big and shallow.
I bring the washcloth and a pan of water and some soap. Graham's prick springs out when I unzip his pants. "Maybe we'd better take your pants off so we don't get them all wet and soapy, too," I say. "Here, I'll help."
I soap the washcloth and press it to his prick. I spread the soap on thick from the base to his fleshy cockhead. Then I drop the washcloth in the pan and begin to slowly stroke his soapy cock with my bare hands. He leans back against the bar, thrusting his belly out toward me. His eyes are tight shut. "Does this feel good to you?" I tease. "Your cock will be so nice and clean for me to eat."
He almost cums in my hands.
I let go of him quickly and step back.
"Don't stop," he groans. "Keep rubbing me."
"Don't you want me to eat you again?"
"Yes… Christ… all right."
"Not here, let's get down on the sofa.' You can rub my cunt while I suck you. I'll rinse the soap off you first…"
Graham lies back on the couch and I eat him. It is entirely different than earlier when he was using my mouth as just another hole to fuck. Now I am eating him. I am the one controlling it. I press my tongue against him, take his cock all the way in until I feel the head of it rubbing against the roof of my mouth. I slide my lips slowly back and forth.
I suck his prick for as long as I feel like it, then sit back. He tries to get me to take it back into my mouth again, but I push him back. "I want to be fucked now," I say. "In my cunt. Shall I get on top of your"
He nods. His face looks feverish. His eyes bulge.
I sit on his prick and slide my cunt down the smooth firm length of it. I fuck him. I pull myself up off him and walk on my knees along the sides of his body until I am kneeling with my pussy directly over his face. "Why don't you eat me now…?" I ask. "Lick my cunt?"
He does. I feel his tongue push deep inside me. I like to be eaten in this position. It occurs to the that if I were to sit down hard on his face now and hold him there I could smother the life out of him. I pull up. "Enough of that," I say. "Let's screw again."
I get off the sofa and lie down on my back on the thick carpet and flaunt my body in front of him. I spread my legs and slide my hands sensuously up my thighs to my cunt. I spread my pussy lips with my fingers so that he can see the glistening pink wetness. "Come on, Graham, screw me… fuck me now with your big prick.
He climbs eagerly over me and rams his cock into my cunt. I wail out about how good it feels. I fake it. I make him think I am cuming and cuming. Actually it feels good enough, but not nearly as much as I make out. I buck hard against him. I want him to think I am having the best fuck ever. "Oh, fuck me, Graham… fuck me… oh I'm cuming again…"
He is about to burst inside me when I push him back. "Stop… just a minute. I want a sip of my drink." I get up and walk over to the coffee table to get it, squirming my buttocks sensuously up and down. I come back to where he is and sit cross-legged on the carpet in front of him. I laugh. "What's happening… you're getting all soft again. Here, get up on your knees. We'll fix that."
He kneels and I take his prick in my hand, then dip the head of it into my martini. I raise the glass to get as much of his cock into it as I can. His prick looks pale in the martini. It stiffens almost immediately. "I thought you'd like that," I say. "… nice and cool. I'll bet you've never had your cock in a martini before." I draw the glass away. "Now I'll lick you dry, all right?" I tongue his prick for a moment, then stand up. "Let's fuck again… come on, over here…"
I lead him across the room to the big velvet covered poker table in the corner. I climb up on the table, stand on it and snap on the green-shaded overhead light. I kneel in front of his face. "Stick your tongue in me… eat me," I say.
He presses his mouth to my cunt. As soon as I feel his tongue, I back away. I swing my body around and kneel with my buttocks toward him. I lean forward on the table, making a pillow for my head with my hands. I spread my thighs so that he can see the lips, of my cunt. I wave my ass at him. "Come on up here, Graham, so you can fuck me. Hurry. I need to be screwed."
But I don't have to coax him. He is already getting up onto the table. His prick feels like a hot shaft of steel going in. He pumps in and out. I hear myself moaning. I am not faking it now. Graham's cock fits me good and tight. My cunt clings to it. I reach back and play with his balls. I milk his scrotum with my thumb and fingers. I detest him, but I am enjoying it now. He says something about how good it feels. I respond to the increasing pace of his thrusts. "Every marriage should have at least one good fuck before it ends, don't you think?" I say. I drive my pussy back against him. I feel our juices dribbling down my legs. My nipples burn as they press into the smooth velvet of the card table. The table rocks. I feel as if we are hanging on the edge of a precipice. I have no feeling but the feeling of cock inside me. Warm cream suddenly gushes into me. I cum too. I enjoy the feeling of the spurting scum. It doesn't last long. We both sink down onto the table. Graham moves off me. We flip over onto our backs. I stretch out my body on the velvet. I feel like having another drink…