God damn it she hated the slut walk of shame each morning. The huge bag that contained her dildos and other toys she brought with her each time night, the half nakedness of it each morning.
Sure, she’d been a royal bitch to Robert when they had been married, but did he have to be so thoroughly an asshole now that they were divorced?
Carmen had expected the divorce to be… contentious, that was to be expected. She was digging for gold from the day they met and she saw no reason to stop during the divorce. She’d hired a pitbull of a lawyer and dragged it out for months, making sure Robert’s name was dragged through the mud as humanly possible.
In the end she’d gotten everything she’d wanted, and a little bit more.
The little bit more was the problem though. Once the divorce was over and everything had been signed, she’d never expected to hear from Robert again, but a few days later a letter had been delivered to the condo she’d taken from Robert, and inside was a hand written note from him:
"Hope there are no hard feelings and want you to know that I still care. Please take this gift and enjoy!"She’d almost thrown it out just in reflex, but then she saw the gift certificate in the envelope and her eyes had widened. Everyone knew of the Serenity Wellness and Engaged Life Learning Spa, it was the most exclusive European spa and the wait list was years long to visit. The gift certificates were dated for three weeks from the settlement signing.
She’d been so excited she didn’t even question why Robert was being so cordial, and instead just started gloating to all her friends.
By the time she returned she knew only too well what his plan had been. Sure, the spa was a world class experience, but it also catered to more… unique requests. Two weeks of constant bombardment with brainwashing, subliminal messages, and as many dicks as she could wrap her lips around and turned her into a complete slut.
And she knew not just any slut, but Roberts slut.
He was the only face she saw no matter who was fucking her, the only name she thought of when she was in the throws of passion, the only man she dreamed of each night railing her hard and fast from behind.
When she returned she was desperate. She knew she had to have Robert’s cock inside of her asap, but also knew what that would entail.
She grabbed one of the new outfits she’d bought while at the spa, a tight little blue dress that hugged her every curve, barely came down below her pussy and squeezed her tits tightly together. She then filled her bag with everything she thought she might need and headed out of her condo, to walk the nearly full block down the street to where she knew Robert had moved to the penthouse.
Every day since then, it had been the same walk down the street, rain or shine, followed by her begging him to fuck her.
Some nights he ignored her and just let her stand there in need. Other nights he let her crawl under his desk and give him a blowjob as he did some work. And once in a while he took her into his bedroom and fucked her senseless.
Last night had been one of those nights, he’d pounded her ass especially hard, and she knew full well why. It was exactly one year since she’d told him she was divorcing him, and it was an anniversary that she knew he’d be celebrating each year from now on.
