Addicted To My Ex-Wife Ch. 02 free porn video

Ex-wife, her divorce lawyer and a promise.

"You remember Francine?" my ex-wife Denise asked as she ushered her divorce lawyer past me and into my house. What an unpleasant surprise!

"How could I forget?" I asked in reply. Francine smirked and I grit my teeth.

She was a tall thin brunette that might have been pretty if everything about her didn't scream 'uptight bitch'. She had her hair in a bun of all things and always wore conservative suits. He glasses weren't overly attractive, but added to her businesslike persona.

"We finally settled my divorce from Bob an hour ago," my ex said.

"Another sucker bites the dust," I sighed. "Are you two thinking about starting a business together? You hook the poor bastards and get them to marry you and Francine fleeces them for everything they have?"

"Oh my, you're in a bad mood today," Denise said, seemingly more concerned with my attitude than my words.

"I don't know why," I said sarcastically. "Here I am in my own house with my ex-wife and her divorce lawyer, who are both obviously ready to celebrate their victory over a guy who deserved better."

"You're k**ding right?" Denise asked. "It wasn't that long ago that you hated Bob."

"That was when I thought he slept with you while we were married!" I snapped. "Like all of the others you had affairs with!"

"Alleged affairs," Francine said.

"Fuck you!" I retorted. The lawyer bitch just laughed, which made me even angrier. "Did you have fun robbing another poor bastard blind?"

"Not quite blind," Francine smiled. "He hired a better attorney then you did."

"But I made out in the end, thanks to Francine," Denise added. I looked at the two of them and released a long breath. I worked hard at getting control of my emotions for a few moments and then shook my head and grabbed my coat.

"I'd try and kick you both out, but it's never worked with Denise before and I don't have the energy," I said, moving toward the front door. "You two have fun. This is not my kind of celebration. It brings back too many bad memories."

"Hey!" Denise said in surprise. "Don't be that way!"

I left my house without another word and drove off angrily. Less than five minutes later there were flashing lights behind me. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the cop car.

"What a fucking day!" I growled as I pulled over.

I was tempted to try and explain to the officer what happened and why I was so pissed off that I was speeding, but thought better of it. I didn't really want to admit that I let my ex-wife and her bitch divorce lawyer force me out of my own house. I'd sound like the looser I felt like.

I ended up at a movie theater. I figured that in my current mood the best thing I could do was sit in a dark place and not talk to anybody. I went to the first movie that was playing. It turned out to be a romantic comedy. It was pretty good, but something about the lead female character reminded me of Denise.

"How could she bring her divorce lawyer to my house?" I snapped aloud in the middle of the movie.

"Shh!" one of the women behind me said in annoyance. There was a group of three watching the movie and munching on popcorn and candy. I almost said something nasty, but thought better of it. There was no point in taking my anger out on them.

The movie ended and I started back toward my house. Instead, I found myself at a local bar where I had a couple of drinks and finally lost my bad mood. I bumped into an old friend and we reminisced. He was a c***dhood friend and we spoke about growing up. It was exactly what I needed. Nothing we spoke about had anything to do with Denise.

I was actually feeling pretty good when I finally returned home. I opened my front door and threw my coat on the coat rack. I went to my liquor cabinet to poor myself one last drink for the night. It was already opened and a bottle of my ex's favorite wine was missing. Instead of getting mad, I just laughed. Denise was Denise.

I poured myself a drink and walked into my bedroom. I wasn't really tired yet, but I thought it would be nice to relax on my bed and maybe catch a ballgame. I put on the television and started undressing.

"Are you out there?" I heard my ex-wife's voice cry from my bathroom. I shook my head. I should have guessed that she'd still be here.

"How's the hot tub?" I called back.

Denise loved my hot tub. We'd had a lot of fun together in it. I decided to forgive her for inviting her bitch divorce lawyer over. I was slightly buzzed and suddenly horny. Besides, I knew exactly how good Denise looked laying in that tub waiting for me.

"Great!" she called back. "There's room for you."

"I'll be right there."

I finished striping my clothes and went into the bathroom with an eager smile. Don't ask me why, but I didn't expect what I found. In retrospect it was rather stupid of me. Denise was in the hot tub, but so was Francine. What was even more shocking was the fact that they were kissing.

"Oh wow!" I said intelligently.

"Surprise!" Denise joked.

For a moment my good mood wavered, but then I shrugged and laughed. My ex-wife was a lying slut and her divorce lawyer a nasty bitch, but right now they were also two naked women in my hot tub. Besides, for all of her faults, I still cared for Denise a lot more than I was willing to admit.

"Are you going to join us?" my ex asked.

"Of course," I replied, moving toward the tub. "What guy wouldn't love to get a chance to fuck his ex-wife and the bitch who helped her rob him blind?"

"What makes you think I'll let you have sex with me?" Francine asked.

"What makes you think you can stop me?" I retorted. "You're mine for the night. If you don't like that, then get out of my house right now."

I thought she might actually leave, but Francine didn't move. In fact, her eyes smoldered.

"Think you're man enough to take me?" she asked.

"Let's see," I replied, getting into the hot tub, grabbing her by the neck and kissing her roughly. Francine fought me, but she didn't try and leave the tub. I let her break away from me eventually and left her panting as I turned to Denise.

"Now this is a celebration!" she laughed.

"If you say so," I smiled, kissing my ex-wife. It was a passion filled kissed, but not nearly as rough because she didn't even pretend to fight me like Francine.

Denise leaned into me and brushed her large breasts against my chest. I pulled her close. My ex-wife felt good against my body. I felt a hand on my cock and it took a moment for me to realize it was Francine's.

"He really is big!" Francine said excitedly and she slowly stroked my cock under the water. I looked at her and shook my head. I would never have guessed someone who came across as such an uptight bitch could be so horny.

"I told you so!" Denise giggled.

I ignored their conversation and reached out to undo the bun in Francine's hair. She reached up and grabbed my hand.

"I don't want to get my hair wet," she said.

"Tough," I said, pulling the pins out of her hair. "I want to see what you look like with your hair down and your glasses off."

"Bastard!" Francine snapped. I shrugged and kept on pulling pins. She sighed a moment later and started helping. In the end I sat there watching her loosen her hair. She was no longer stroking my cock because she was using both hands to undo her bun, but I didn't mind. Denise's hand felt even better! She knew exactly what I liked.

"Sit up straight," I said when Francine was done releasing her hair. She surprised me by listening. I reached out and removed her glasses before looking at her and smiling. She was very attractive with her hair down and her glasses off. It didn't hurt that she had nicely shaped breasts.

"So, what do you think?" Denise asked. "Isn't she cute?"

"No," I replied. I saw Francine's look of disappointment, but she hid it quickly.

"You're no Adonis," my ex's divorce lawyer said. I didn't let her words bother me. Instead, I grabbed her chin gently and lifted.

"Francine," I said while looking into her eyes. "You're features are too classic to be cute. On the other hand, you are quite beautiful." I saw her expression warm considerably. I frowned. I said she was beautiful because it was the truth, but her smile of appreciation bothered me, so I added, "I can't wait to see how you look while having an orgasm."

"Think you can make that happen?" she asked challengingly.

"Oh, he can!" Denise laughed. "Multiple times!"

"Sit on the edge of the tub," I said to Francine.

She shifted up and I got a better look at her naked body. She was very slim and narrowly built, unlike Denise. Her breasts weren't nearly as large as my ex-wife's, but they were perfect for her built. It didn't hurt that her nipples were long and puffy.

"Very nice!" I said, causing Francine to smile sexily.

I was happy to see a thick thatch of dark hair between her legs. Denise didn't shave either. She had a small patch of soft blond hair. I don't have a hair fetish or anything, but I do prefer hair to none.

"Go ahead!" my ex-wife said excitedly. "I want to see that wicked tongue of yours drive her crazy!"

I shook my head and kissed Denise once more before shifting between Francine's legs. I grabbed one of my ex-wife's lawyer's knees in each hand and pushed them wide apart, exposing her center fully. A bit of pink peeked out and I leaned forward and brushed my tongue against it. Francine literally jumped and moaned.

"Think you're a little too tense?" I teased with a grin.

"Shut up and make me cum!" she snapped angrily in embarrassment. Instead of returning to her pussy, I reached up, grabbed her and pulled her back into the tub. She cried in surprise, "Hey!"

"What are you doing?" Denise asked, sounding disappointed. I guess my ex was a voyeur as well. It made sense. She was such a horny slut!

I ignored them both and roughly kissed Francine again. I also pinched one of her long nipples between to fingers.

"Ouch!" she cried, but her eyes were lust filled and she did nothing to seriously resist me. I continued to kiss her for a few minutes and play with her nipples. Afterward, I lifted her and moved her so that she was holding onto the ledge of the hot tub. This gave me perfect access to her ass and pussy from behind.

"I want you to use your tongue on me!" Francine cried as she tried to change position again. I held her steady. "Denise promised me that you would make me orgasm multiple times with your tongue alone!"

"I'm not in the mood," I shrugged, grabbing her narrow waist and lining my cock up with her opening. It wasn't quite true. I was always up for a tasty pussy. I just wasn't in the mood to give the bitch what she wanted.

"What's the rush?" Denise asked.

"No rush," I shrugged, looking my ex in the eyes and smiling slowly. "We have all night."

"Oh shit!" Denise said reading my expression. "Francine, you'd better hold on tight! Get ready for the fucking of your life!"

"Don't worry," I said to my ex. "It will be your turn next."

"I can't wait!" Denise cried excitedly, obviously fingering herself. "Actually, why don't you give Francine a breather? She doesn't know how to handle you when you're like this! I do."

"She'll learn," I shrugged. "Besides, right now I want to fuck the bitch who fucked me in the court room."

"Hey!" Francine said as she tried to shift out of my grasp again. "This isn't like I thought it was going to be. Let go of me! I'm out of here!"

"It's too late for that," I said, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit. "Besides, you don't really want to go. You're pussy is dripping!"

"I don't think..." she began, but I ignored her and pushed my cock into her pussy. She cried out and lost track of what she was saying.

Francine was tight and another day I might have taken my time to make it painless for her, but not today. Not with the woman who fleeced me during my divorce. Not with the bitch who laughed and joked about it later. I slammed my full length into her.

"Bastard!" she cried. My only answer was to stroke my cock in and out of her. She ranted at me for a while, but I continued to ignore her words as her pussy adjusted to my cock. It didn't take very long. I knew Francine was enjoying herself a couple of minutes later, but she still continued to bitch and moan.

"Do you want me to stop?" I finally asked, annoyed at her threats and whining. I also paused in my stroking. Francine looked over her shoulder at me and knew I was serious.

"No!" she cried a moment later, surprising herself and not me. "Don't stop!"

"Then shut the fuck up!" I snapped, slamming deep. "Fucking lawyers! Never know when to stop talking!"

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Denise asked Francine.

"Oh my God Denise!" the dark haired beauty replied. "His cock is so big!"

"And he knows how to use it!" my ex put in.

"Yes!" Francine cried, obviously in the throws of her first orgasm. I didn't even bother to slow my pace.

I continued to squeeze her narrow hips and slam in and out of her pussy. She was now resting her head on the ledge of the tub while she continuing to hang on. I picked up the pace a little and she groaned.

"I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum the next time you orgasm," I promised. "It should only be in a couple of minutes."

Francine didn't bother to deny it. In fact, she slipped one hand underneath herself and worked her clit.

"She wants to feel your cum inside of her!" Denise said excitedly. "Do it! Cum in her!"

"Kiss me!" I demanded of my ex, refusing to let go of Francine's hips as I slammed in and out of her. "Kiss me and I'll flood her pussy!"

Denise smiled sexily and first pulled her fingers from her pussy and slipped them into my mouth. I always loved the taste of my ex-wife. She then moved close and kissed me. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we shared a sloppy, passionate kiss.

"Now cum in her!" Denise demanded.

"Her first," I shrugged. My ex smiled and reached out. She took one of Francine's nipples in her hand and squeezed. The lawyer gasped out.

"That hurts!" she cried.

"You love it!" Denise said knowingly, squeezing even harder. Francine screamed and came for the second time. I stroked in and out of her a couple more times before slamming deep, grunting and letting loose.

We thrashed against each other for a couple of minutes before I was once again able to control myself. Afterward, instead of pulling out like she expected, I went back to fucking her, only slower now. My cock wasn't as hard as it was before, but it hadn't completely softened either.

"You have to stop!" Francine cried when she realized I didn't intend to pull out. "I'm spent!"

"Not yet," I insisted. "I still haven't paid you back for the fucking I took in court!"

"Aren't you tired?" she asked.

"Not when he's in this mood," Denise replied for me.

"How long can he keep this up?" my ex's lawyer asked her.

"I don't know. He doesn't get in this mood all that often. The last time I passed out before he was done," Denise replied, her excitement and desire obvious.

"I can't take much more!" Francine groaned a little while later after she came again.

"Sure you can," I insisted, wondering if it were true. She was collapsed on the ledge of the hot tub now.

"You know," Denise said. "You promised that I'd be next."

"And you will," I smiled. "Later."

"How about sooner instead?" she asked, moving next to Francine and shaking her ass invitingly. "She's not going anywhere and you're driving me crazy."

My ex-wife was a bigger woman than her lawyer. Her ass was larger and rounder, and her torso wider. Her long blond hair was quite a contrast to Francine's dark locks. The lawyer bitch was fun, but she wasn't Denise. I shifted over and grabbed hold of my ex's thick hips. She spread her legs wider to give me full access.

"Thank you!" Francine said to my wife.

"No, thank you!" Denise cried as I sunk the entire length of my cock into her. She sighed contently. Her reaction was both satisfying and annoying at the same time.

I slammed into my ex's pussy from behind so hard that my balls slapped against her clit as my hips ground against her ass cheeks.

"Again!" Denise cried. "Do it again!" So I did, again and again! I kept doing it until her orgasm hit. That didn't stop me. Her ass was pink from my slamming into her and she was rolling into her third orgasm when I finally pulled away from her.

My cock was rock hard and jutting out when I turned back toward Francine. She stared momentarily at my glistening cock as I took a step toward her. Her gaze shifted and she looked into my eyes.

"No fucking way!" she cried, obviously afraid at what she saw in my expression. Francine jumped out of the hot tub!

"Don't stop!" Denise gasped out as her body continued to shiver and shake. It was a bit delayed, but she couldn't speak at first. I ignored her and went after her lawyer.

"No!" Francine cried when I caught up to her.

"You've got to be k**ding!" I nearly snarled as I grabbed her. She was halfway out the door to my bedroom, but I had her by her thin waist. I lifted her almost effortlessly and tossed her onto my bed. I followed her to the edge of the bed and looked down at her.

"I can't do it again!" she cried. "I'm already sore!"

I shook my head. The bitch hadn't said she didn't want to. All she said was that it hurt. I grabbed her by her neck and moved her toward my cock.

"Then don't," I shrugged. "Suck me instead!"

My ex-wife's lawyer, the woman who cost me my house and most of my savings, resisted at first, but I only had to rub my cock against her lips a few times before she relented and opened her mouth. I jammed half my cock in and she gagged. I relented a little. Francine grabbed my cock with both hands and worked it, letting a little more than the head into her mouth with each stroke.

"You can do better than that!" I growled, pushed a little deeper.

Francine looked up at me and I grabbed both sides of her head. Instead of fighting me like I expected, I felt her shift slightly and relax. She let go of my cock and let me fuck her face. Occasionally she choked when I went a little too deep, but Francine was holding my ass now and pulling me hard with every stroke.

"That looks so hot!" Denise said as she came out of the bathroom.

"Come over here!" I growled. "And lay on your back! Let you head fall off the edge of the bed."

Denise smiled and climbed onto the bed next to her lawyer. She did as I directed and looked up at me.

"Now what?" she asked, knowing full well what I was planning. I pulled away from Francine. She fought me, obviously not wanting me to stop, but I wanted to cum in Denise's mouth.

My ex opened her mouth wide when I moved in front of her. My cock slipped easily into her mouth. I kept pushing until I met resistance and then pulled out.

"If you don't do better than that, I'll go back to Francine!" I threatened.

Denise grabbed the back of my thigh and pulled me deep. I kept going until I met resistance again. Denise pulled on my thighs and I felt my cock slip even deeper. I thought she'd had enough, but she obviously didn't agree. I could actually see my cock expand her throat as it entered.

"Holy shit!" Francine said when she saw my balls bury my ex's nose. "She took the whole thing!"

"That's a good slut!" I said, pulling out and letting her get a breath before pushing back in. Denise just moaned.

I grabbed Francine's elbow and lifted her until she was facing me. Her dark eyes were filled with her desire. I reached under her and played with her clit. She gasped and then kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth.

"Francine, Denise is doing so well, that I think she deserves a reward," I said, pushing the lawyer way from me. "Go to the other side of the bed and lick her."

"I can't do that!" Francine cried. "I'm not a lesbian!"

"You were kissing Denise when I entered the bathroom before," I frowned.

"That was just to make sure you were in the right mood!" the lawyer cried. "We were just trying to make you horny."

"Well, it worked," I shrugged. "Now go do as I say."

"I can't!" Francine cried.

"Sure you can," I smiled, reaching out and squeezing my ex-wife's large breasts as I continued to fuck her mouth. Denise was obviously loving every minute of it! I could smell her excitement and see the puffiness of her lower lips as they peaked past her soft blond tuft of hair.

"No way!" Francine snapped.

"Do it or I'll pull out of Denise's mouth and take you again!"

"I can't take anymore!" she cried.

"Sure you can," I insisted. "You're pussy may be sore, but there are other places to fuck!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Francine gasped. She looked seriously frightened, but I also thought I saw a bit of interest as well.

"Go lick my ex-wife!" I demanded. "Or your ass in mine!"

My ex-wife's lawyer looked at me and realized I was serious. She took her time, but eventually Francine made her way to the other side of the bed. She spread Denise's legs and looked at my ex's puffy pussy lips. Ever so slowly she leaned forward, until Denise could feel her hot breath against her pussy lips.

"Do it!" I growled, squeezing Denise's tits hard and jamming my cock deep into her mouth once more.

I watched as Francine's tongue slowly brushed against Denise's pussy lips. My ex moaned. I leaned forward a little, reached out and grabbed the back of Francine's head. I pulled her face hard against my ex-wife's pussy. This time both women moaned.

I let go of Francine's head and wasn't surprised when the dark haired beauty continued to lick Denise's pussy. I knew she would. Francine could have left if she really didn't want to taste another woman. I was too busy fucking my ex-wife's mouth to stop her. Her hesitation had to do with fear, not lack of desire.

"That's it you nasty bitch!" I growled. "Now you have another service you can offer to your clients! First, you help them fuck their husbands over in the court room and then make them cum!"

I jammed my cock deep into Denise's mouth one last time and let loose. She gagged once on my cum, but then swallowed like a champ. I pulled out when I was done. I noticed that Francine continued to lick my ex. She obviously liked what she was doing. So did Denise.

I went to the bathroom, used the facilities and poured myself a drink of water. I drank some and carried the glass back into the bedroom. Denise had shifted slightly so her head was no longer hanging over the edge of the bed. She was also now holding Francine's head in her hands while the dark haired woman continued to lick her.

I finished my water as I watched them. I put the glass down afterward and moved to Francine's side. I watched her tongue drive deep into Denise's pussy. My ex moaned and directed the brunette's mouth to her clit. I smiled. Denise was getting close and she wanted Francine to finish her.

"Not so fast," I said, pushing the lawyer's mouth lower. "Don't focus on her clit yet. You'll make her cum too soon if you do that."

"I want to cum!" Denise cried out.

"I know," I smiled. "But if Francine wants to make you cum really hard, she'll have to tease you some more."

"Please! No!" Denise cried. "I want to cum now!"

"She sounds like she's ready," Francine said.

"She is," I shrugged. "But if you wait it will be even better for her."

"Why should I?" the lawyer asked. I frowned for a moment, but then realized what she wanted. I reached under the dark haired beauty and started rubbing her clit.

"Because if you do," I said. "I'll make you cum too."

"Now, that's a good reason!" Francine said and then went back to licking my ex-wife's pussy.

"Don't let your tongue touch Denise's clit," I offered. "Right about now she has a hair trigger. Even a slight brush will send her over the edge."

Francine didn't bother saying anything, but I saw that she kept her tongue well away from my ex-wife's clit.

"You bastard!" Denise cried, but I knew that she loved every moment of it.

I continued to play with Francine's clit. It was obviously driving the lawyer bitch crazy! She couldn't keep her tight little ass still. I used my other hand to start massaging it.

My fingertips accidentally brushed against her asshole after she shifted rather violently. Francine surprised me when she didn't immediately pull away. I pushed a little more insistently against her back opening.

"Hey! Cut that out!" she cried, but still she didn't shift away.

It was then I realized that the nasty little bitch wanted me to play with her ass! I switched hands so that my fingers that were damp from her pussy juice were now at the entrance of her ass. I could feel the fingers of my other hand quickly become damp as well. Her pussy was dripping!

"What are you doing?" Francine cried as I pushed one digit into her ass slowly.

"Shut up and lick! Denise is almost ready!" I snapped. Francine surprised me by complying.

The truth was that my ex-wife was more than ready to cum by now, but I was having too much fun with Francine to let it end right that second. I pushed a second finger into the lawyer's tight little ass and she gasped, but Francine didn't stop licking Denise.

I was unable to resist so I shifted and put my cock at the entrance to the dark haired beauty's pussy. I pushed in slowly because I knew it was going to hurt, but I had to get my cock wet for what I was going to do next and this was the best way, or at least the most fun!

"No!" Francine cried. "It hurts!" Yet, despite her words, she was pushing back against me. Instead of pulling out like I planned, I started stroking in and out of her.

"Ouch! Stop!" she cried, but Francine spread her legs further. I grabbed her hips and slammed hard. She gasped and moaned, but didn't pull away from me.

I let go of one hip and rested my hand on her ass as I fucked her. I pushed my thumb between her tight little cheeks and rubbed her asshole.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "That's so nasty!"

"Don't stop licking!" Denise cried out, obviously frustrated that Francine wasn't focusing on her pussy anymore. I slowed my pace and watched as the dark haired beauty went back to my ex's pussy.

"Come on Denise!" I said excitedly. "Take one of your nipples into your mouth. You know how that drives me crazy!" I wasn't sure she heard me. She obviously needed to cum very badly. Yet, a moment later she lifted one of her heavy breasts and started sucking on her own nipple! Don't ask me why, but it always drove me crazy!

"It's time!" I said to Francine. "Make my slut ex-wife cum! Lick her clit! Bite down on her little nub!" Denise screamed into her own breast as her body started shivering and shaking. I smiled and added, "Don't stop! If you keep licking, she'll roll into at least one more orgasm!"

Francine didn't stop and I picked up the pace of fucking once more. Denise's second orgasm quickly became her third. By the time my ex was finally done cumming, Francine was close to her own orgasm and I pushed my thumb into her ass. That was all it took. Francine's orgasm hit hard. I pulled out this time, but only so that I could push the head of my cock into her ass!

"Don't!" my ex's lawyer cried. I ignored her and pushed deeper. She groaned and added, "Stop! Please! You said that if I licked Denise you wouldn't!"

"I lied," I shrugged, pushing deeper again.

"Oh fuck!" the dark haired woman cried. "It hurts!"

"So does getting fucked in the courtroom you bitch!" I snapped, slamming the rest of my cock into her ass. "Besides, you like it!"

"I..." she began, but couldn't finish as I pulled out and slammed deep once again. "I do..." she tried again. It took the third attempt before she could get out "I do not!"

"Sure you do," I insisted, reaching around her thigh and brushing my fingers against her clit. "Your hot, sticky cum is dripping from your clit!" Francine moaned as I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted her excitement.

"You're really fucking her ass?" my ex-wife asked as she finally regained control of herself. She looked spent.

"Just returning the favor she did me in court," I shrugged, slamming hard into my ex's lawyer's tight ass.

"How does it feel?" Denise asked Francine.

"It hurts!" her lawyer cried.

"Do you want me to make him stop?" my ex asked in real concern.

"No!" Francine cried. "It hurts so good!"

"Wow!" Denise said with a shake of her head, and then looked at me and added, "Don't even think about doing that to me!"

"Another day," I promised. "Now kiss Francine and taste your cum on her lips!"

"I'm not gay," Denise said, ignoring my promise. "The first kiss was just to get you interested."

"Neither is Francine, but look how hard she made you cum!" I laughed.

"Please kiss me!" the lawyer cried. She was on her hands and knees taking my cock deep into her ass.

"You've already done it once," I said. "Why not again?"

"Twice actually," Denise replied. "My college roommate and I kissed once."

"Did you fuck each other as well?" I asked, slamming into Francine's ass hard at the thought.

"No," Denise replied. "We both realized that we only liked men."

"Too bad!" I growled and started seriously fucking Francine's ass. "At least for your lawyer friend! I'd probably cum if you kissed her. Now she'll just have to hope I finish before I ruin her ass!"

"Please kiss me!" Francine cried a few minutes later. "I can't take much more!"

"Oh, alright!" Denise sighed and moved closer. She tried to kiss her lawyer almost platonically, but Francine was having none of it. She basically grabbed hold of my ex and thrust her tongue deep into Denise's mouth.

"Yes!" I cried, watching Denise fight against her lawyer momentarily. "I'm going to cum!"

I slammed into Francine's ass one last time and filled it with my cum. She grunted and came with me. We both took quite a while to come down from our orgasms. Francine actually passed out under me. I pulled out of her ass and stood.

"Where are you going?" Denise asked as she wiped her mouth.

"Back to the hot tub," I said.

"Can I join you?" she asked. That surprised me. Denise wasn't the type to ask.

"Sure," I shrugged. We both went to the hot tub and relaxed.

"So, did you have fun?" Denise asked a little later.

"Yes, I did," I answered honestly.

"You liked fucking Francine," she said, moving close to me. "I knew you would."

"Why?" I asked.

"Revenge," Denise offered.

"A little," I admitted. "But it doesn't hurt that she's beautiful too."

"It never does!" my ex laughed, reaching under the water and stroking my cock.

"So, is that why you brought her here?" I asked. "So I could get a little revenge?"

"Yes and no," Denise answered, and then paused before adding, "I guess I wanted you put you in a good mood."

"Why?" I asked, reaching over and playing gently with one of her breasts.

"If I said because I love you, would you believe me?" she asked.

"Probably not," I sighed.

"I figured," she said, shifting so that she was straddling my waist facing me. My cock slipped into her pussy easily. It felt good, just like always.

"I'm sorry, but it's hard to believe someone who lies as much as you do," I shrugged.

"I haven't lied to you since our divorce," she said, slowly bouncing on my cock.

"You told me that Bob slept with you while we were still married!" I argued.

"No I didn't," Denise retorted. "That was my sister Lori."

"But you knew about it!"

"Yes, I did," she admitted. "Okay, I guess I should have said that I haven't blatantly lied to you since our divorce, but I have done some lies of omission." I couldn't help myself. I laughed.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"It's usually the guy who gets into trouble for that kind of lie," I replied. Denise smiled, but didn't laugh.

"I'm going to make a deal with you," my ex-wife said a few minutes later as both our orgasms neared. "I'm never going to lie to you again in any way again."

"Why?" I asked, taking a moment to stopped kissing her breasts.

"Because I really do love you," she said, and then quickly added, "I know you don't believe me or want to hear that, but it's the truth!"

"You loved me when we were married and you lied then," I said. "Or are you trying to tell me that you didn't love me then?"

"No, I loved you," she replied. "I was just too scared to admit my problem to you."

"Your problem?" I frowned.

"That I'm a nymphomaniac," she said.

We never really talked about it, but I knew it was the truth. She came over an awful lot these days and we always ended up in bed. I looked at Denise and saw how hard it was for her to talk about it now.

"Later," I said. "We'll talk later."

"Okay," Denise said tentatively. She didn't look happy, but a moment later I started thrusting up into her and she smiled like a good little nympho.

Our relationship made all the sense in the world now, but I still wasn't sure what to do. My ex-wife was a nymphomaniac who still loved me. The problem was that I was afraid I still loved her too. Either that, or I was a nymphomaniac as well. I decided not to think about it until I had a good night's sleep.

I focused on our lovemaking and it wasn't long before we came together. Afterward, Denise and I sat in the hot tub for another ten minutes, just holding each other.

"Wait here," Denise said as she left the tub. She came back a few minutes later.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," my ex-wife said, holding out a towel. "I just woke Francine up and told her to go. You dry off and I'll go change the sheets on the bed. If you don't mind, I'd like to sleep over tonight?"

"You can stay," I said. The truth was that I minded, but I wanted her to stay despite that. I was still addicted to my ex-wife.

***

"Ask me anything," Denise said the next morning after an early love making session. "I promise I'll answer honestly. Just be careful what you ask, because I will answer."

"This is silly!" I sighed loudly.

"Maybe," she shrugged. "But I want you to trust me again."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I love you and want you to marry me again," she replied. There it was, the "M" word.

"How many men have you slept with?" I found myself asking.

"I don't know," she replied, and then quickly added when she saw my expression, "I really don't! I've been sleeping with guys since I was fifteen! It didn't get really bad until college, but back then it was a different guy every day!"

I shook my head. I had to ask.

"How many men did you sleep with while we were married?" I asked.

"Eight," she answered, blushing slightly. "I know that sounds like a lot, but we were married for four years and I told you I'm a nymphomaniac!" That averaged out to two men a year. Should I be mortified or relieved?

"Did I know any of them?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "But don't ask me who! You won't like the answer!"

"Tell me," I said. Denise hesitated and then started to list the guys I knew. The first one didn't surprise me, but before she was done she listed one of my best friends and my younger brother Frank!

"That bastard!" I snapped.

"I told you not to ask," Denise sighed.

"How did you and Frank end up together?"

"Please don't make me answer that!" she cried. I just looked at her and she sighed. "It was at his birthday party three years ago."

"Tell me more," I demanded.

"His wife Marie was pregnant and almost due," she said. "She had a party for him at their house. It was a beautiful day and we were all swimming."

I remembered. It was a good party. Denise looked great in her bathing suit and I remembered taking her home and fucking her half the night. Sloppy seconds and I didn't even know it!

"I went to the bathroom and bumped into Frank on the way out," Denise said. "It was his birthday and he joked about a birthday kiss."

"So you gave him one," I sighed.

"It started out platonic enough," Denise said nervously. "But I couldn't help brush my tongue against his lips and then his cock got really hard! As soon as I felt it against my stomach I lost all control!"

"What happened next?" I found myself asking.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Denise asked in surprise. I was a little surprised myself.

"Yes," I replied, feeling my cock getting hard. What the fuck was wrong with me?

"I grabbed his cock through his bathing suit," Denise said, obviously also getting excited. "He was almost as big as you!" I smiled. The word 'almost' can make a hell of a lot of difference sometimes. It was petty, but it made me feel better.

"What happened next?" I asked.

"You know what happened!" she replied. "Why do you want the gory details?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. My cock was really stiff by now. "But I do, so keep talking. Did he protest?"

"A little," Denise said, smiling when she saw my hard cock. She took it into her hand and started stroking. "But they stopped as soon as I pulled his bathing suit down."

"You nasty slut!" I growled, grabbing Denise and rolling her onto her stomach. "I bet you blew him?"

"Oh yeah!" Denise cried as I got behind her and sunk my cock into her pussy.

"Did he cum in your mouth?" I asked, fucking my ex-wife as we spoke.

"In like two seconds!" she giggled. "Marie wasn't giving him any and he couldn't hold off!"

"How did he fuck you?" I asked. I didn't bother to ask if they'd fucked.

"He pushed my over the bathroom sink and slammed into me from behind," she answered. "He rode me hard and it felt pretty good."

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Once," Denise admitted, sounding disappointed.

"Well, lets see if we can do better than that," I said, grabbing her wrists and holding her arms out behind her back.

"Yes!" my ex-wife cried as she came.

I didn't release her arms. I fucked her through her orgasm and pulled her wrists so that she was half off the bed and half on. I could see her heavy breasts rubbing against the sheets as I slammed into her from behind. They looked even bigger than usual! Denise's head hung slightly and her blond hair was covering her face, but I could hear her passionate grunts and groans.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "It feels so good! My nipples are on fire!"

Her big ass shook with every thrust and I slammed in and out of her as hard as possible to see its motion. Denise came a second time, but I still didn't relent. Her orgasm rolled into another one and I finally released her arms. We both fell forward. I reached under her and pinched her nipples. She surprised me by screaming into the bed. Her nipples were even more sensitive than usual today! I filled her pussy with my cum. Denise continued to shake long after I was done coming.

"So, I guess it's safe to say that you'd prefer to fuck me over my brother?" I asked. Denise took a moment to roll over and look up at me. She was smiling, obviously sated for the moment.

"I'd prefer to fuck you then any other man," she smiled.

"But that won't stop you from fucking them too," I said. She lost her smile.

"Probably not," she admitted. "But I don't mind if you fuck other women."

"And that's going to make it better?" I asked sarcastically. Denise looked at me, but didn't answer for a moment.

"Can you tell me that you didn't have fun with Francine?" she finally asked.

"No, I can't," I admitted. "You're sister Lori was a good time too."

"She's still willing," Denise offered. I shook my head.

"That brings me to another issue," I sighed. "Doesn't it bother you to fuck someone else's husband?"

"Not really," Denise shrugged. "It's not like I force them. They can say no if they really don't want to. Their cheating is their problem, not mine."

"And you'd listen if they said no?" I asked in disbelief.

"I have," she said. "I tried to fuck your sister's husband and he turned me down flat."

"You didn't!" I snapped, not really surprised.

"Connor is a good looking guy," Denise said. "He also turns out to be a decent one. You'd be surprised at how many decent guys are around."

"But not my own brother," I sighed.

"Oh, don't be too hard on Frank," Denise said. "His wife was eight months pregnant and he was pretty drunk. He never did try and play again."

"Poor Marie," I said, shaking my head.

"So, what other questions do you have for me?" my ex asked, changing the subject.

"How many guys are you currently sleeping with these days?" I asked, wondering why I kept putting myself through this.

"Only you," Denise replied.

"Bullshit!" I snapped.

"No really!" she cried. "Actually, I've only slept with you for the last three months. Hell, I've been over here almost every night! You have to know it's the truth!"

"Why?" I asked. "You can't be trying to tell me that you're going to only sleep with me from now on. It's impossible! You're an admitted nymphomaniac!"

"You're probably right," she shrugged. "But I'm not lying either."

"Then why?" I asked.

"I'd prefer not to answer that yet," she frowned. "You're not ready."

"Tell me or get out!" I insisted. "You said you agreed to tell me anything."

"Fine," she sighed. "But you're going to flip out."

"Just tell me," I demanded.

"I want to have a baby," she said. "Actually, to be more specific, I want to mother your c***d."

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, rubbing my forehead. "Oh fuck! Oh Fuck Oh fuck!"

"I told you that you weren't ready to hear it yet," Denise said sadly.

"That's it!" I cried. "We're through! Maybe I couldn't stop fucking you for my own sake, but I'm not going to bring a baby into this craziness!"

"Don't make threats you can't keep," Denise said. "I may be a nymphomaniac, but deep down you love me and can't live without me any more than I can live without you."

"I will!" I nearly growled.

"You won't," she said calmly. "But even if you could, it would be pointless now anyway. I'm already pregnant." I stared at her in silent shock for almost a full minute.

"How do I know it's mine?" I asked. Denise wasn't really surprised by my question, but she did look a little hurt.

"I just told you," she said. "I haven't slept with another guy in over three months. Besides, even when I do, I usually make them wear protection. I don't want to catch another STD."

"Another one?" I asked in amazement.

"I was lucky," she said. "Back in college I caught chlamydia. It was easily treated, but after that I became a lot more careful."

"You don't make me wear protection," I said, my mouth working on its own. I was too busy trying to come to grips with Denise's pregnancy. "You haven't since we got married."

"I love you," she replied. "I always have and I always will."

"I need some time to think," I said, changing the subject.

"I figured," Denise said, standing and gathering her clothes.

I watched her. She was beautiful. Her full body was my version of perfection. I stared at her stomach momentarily, but it was still flat, not yet showing signs of our c***d.

"I'll be at my place when you're ready to talk," she said once she was dressed. "I wasn't k**ding before. No matter what, I'm done lying to you."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

"No," she admitted. "But it was only until after our divorce that I realized the truth."

"What truth?" I asked.

"That you left me because I lied, not because I cheated," she answered. "You might have forgiven me my nymphomania, but you couldn't forgive my deceitfulness."

"You think?" I asked with a shake of my head.

"I'm banking on it," she said, suddenly sounding nervous, but then she steadied her voice and looked at me carefully. "I'm going to have our baby. You can't stop me. The only choice you have is whether you want to be a part of our lives or not."

***

"Hello," Denise said the next morning. I was standing in her doorway, soaking wet. It was raining hard, but I barely noticed.

"I want the baby tested when he's born to make sure he's mine," I said without preamble.

"Okay," my ex-wife said slowly. She didn't look happy, but she understood.

"I won't marry you again," I added. Denise looked ready to say something, but I held my hand up. "However, we should move in together. You're going to need help as the delivery gets closer."

"Okay, for now," she said. "But just to forewarn you, I still plan on marrying you before I have the baby. I don't want our c***d to be a bastard."

"I wouldn't bet on it," I replied.

"We'll see," she said confidently. I became angry and started to turn away, but Denise grabbed my elbow and pulled me into her house. "Come in out of the rain. You'll catch a cold."

I followed her in and stripped off my soaked jacket. The shirt underneath wasn't much better. She went to the closest a pulled out a towel. She handed it to me and I went to her bedroom and put on some of my spare clothes that I left there.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked when I returned to the living room. She saw me look at the golden drink in her hand and added, "I'm having some cider."

"No thanks," I replied, relaxing slightly. "Sorry." I should have known better. Despite her nymphomania, Denise was a smart woman. She wouldn't chance hurting the baby with alcohol.

"It's okay," she smiled. "Now tell me if you have any other conditions."

"Only one," I replied. "You have to keep your promise to never lie to me. If I ever catch you lying to me again, I'm out of here for good!"

"That sounds fair," she said. "I'll even tell you when I sleep with someone else if that's what you want, with all the gory details."

"Why would I want that?" I asked.

"Are you k**ding?" she asked with a smile. "Talking about my little interlude with your brother made you as hard as a rock."

"We'll see," I said, blushing badly. I wasn't willing to admit some things to myself yet. "You just tell me when you've slept with someone else and I'll decide if I want to hear the details."

"Fair enough," she replied. "Just as long as you agree to do the same."

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"I liked watching you with Francine," my ex-wife said. "I think I'd like to hear about your other conquests as well. In fact, I know a couple of women who might be interested. My lawyer isn't the only woman I've told about how good you are in bed."

"You are such a slut," I said without heat.

"I know," she shrugged. "Now do you agree to be completely honest with me and tell me the details of the other women you sleep with? Maybe even let me watch?"

"Yes," I said softly. My ex-wife stood and held out her hand.

"Good!" she smiled. "Now lets go to the bedroom and celebrate." I looked at her and shook my head. She laughed and added, "I told you I'm a nymphomaniac. If you do a really good job of satisfying me, maybe I'll invite Francine over another day."

"Why not tonight?" I asked as I took her hand and stood.

"Are you crazy?" Denise asked. "Francine called me last night. She says she spent the whole day in bed. She was completely and totally spent. It's not every woman who can keep up with you when you're in that mood! Other than me, of course!"

"Of course," I said with a shake of my head.

We went to her bedroom and I watched her undress. I never failed to appreciate her perfection.

"I think my breasts are getting larger," Denise said.

"They are," I agreed. "And your nipples are more sensitive."

My ex-wife smiled at me and grabbed one of her breasts. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked on her nipple briefly.

"You're right!" she grinned. "They are more sensitive. I bet you can make me cum just by sucking on them."

Denise was holding her breast up invitingly. Her smile was sexy and her eyes twinkled in mischief. I could already smell her excitement in the air. My cock jumped to life and I shook my head in amazement.

"I really am addicted to my ex-wife," I sighed to myself, but a moment later I shrugged and went to Denise.