Jen was horny… ok, Jen was always horny but she was more horny than usual at the moment.
Part of it was her tits were on display in the low cut bustier that she was wearing, another part of it was the two men talking just beside a camera.
It wasn’t the men per se that was making her horny, just that she knew two dicks were right there in front of her and that always made her hornier than just one.
She knew both men, Jason the photographer, and Henry her husband. Well, ex-husband really, at at least soon. He was taking care of all the details but she’d soon be single and ready to suck and fuck as many dicks as she wanted!
That was all that mattered, the rest wasn’t important at all.
“Hey Jen, can you take off the glasses for a moment?” Jason called over to her and she giggled and nodded, then reached up and slipped the glasses from her face.
Instantly Jennifer’s face grew red with anger, “You fuckers, I’m gonna kill you!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Both men chuckled as a flurry of expletives flowed from between her lips.
It took her a moment to realize the strangeness of it.
Not the anger, or the expletives, but her lack of action on either.
She looked down at her breasts and gapped, “What the fuck have you done to my breasts!” she screamed, but they didn’t answer.
Instead she looked down at her feet, clad in the towering black heels, that remained firmly planted in position, “Why… why can’t a walk away?!?”
Henry walked over to her with a smile on his face, “Because this is our divorce card photoshoot and you can’t leave until it’s done.” he replied matter of factly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Then he undid the belt around the house coat he was wearing, slipped the coat from his shoulders and tossed it out of range of the camera.
He was standing naked beside her, his dick rising straight out from his body, and her eyes were glued to it.
“Get… get that away from me!” she protested, but not nearly as loud as she had been.
Henry didn’t reply, but Jason did speak up, “Let’s get this photoshoot underway, Jennifer, get down on your knees and get to it.”
She dropped to her knees before she realized what was even happening, and then her lips were wrapped around Henry’s dick and she was sucking softly and slowly as she heard the shutter of the camera start to whirl.
The next hour was a nightmare as she suck his dick, stripped naked, masturbated for the camera, and finally took his load of cum on to her face with a giant smile and a massive orgasm.
When the orgasm finally passed, all that was left was Jen, the horny ex-wife that just wanted suck and fuck.
Bill picked up his mail and sorted through the junk flyers and other advertisements to find only a few bills, and an ornate card from Henry and Jennifer Rothchild.
He tossed all the other ones aside and quickly opened the card, on the front was a gorgeous photo of Jennifer in a skimpy black outfit.
He opened up the card and the right side was a short note in fancy script:
"We're pleased to announce our divorce is final and if you would like to wish Jen a happy divorce, please see the opposite page."Bill’s eyes flicked to the other side of the card to find another photo of Jennifer, this time leaning back kneeling on the floor naked, cum covering her face and tits, along with some block lettering at the bottom of it:
"If you wanna fuck me like the cheating whore I am, just call 555-555-5555 and I'll fit you into my schedule... and pussy... or ass if you prefer!"The message ended in a pink set of lips.
Bill quickly pulled out his phone and dialed the number, wondering how many others had gotten the card before him. The call went to voicemail, but Jen’s sing song voice came on the message, “Hi, you’ve reached Jen, I’ve probably got a cock between my lips right now so leave your name and number and which one of my holes you wanna fuck and I’ll get back to as soon as I can!”
Bill did exactly that and then thanked his lucky stars for the day he introduced Henry to the Perfect Divorce Service.
