Private Practice

“Good morning, honey,” said Judy after her husband, Fred, accidentally woke her up as he was getting dressed.

His designer suit was almost completely on except for his tie and shoes. He didn’t speak at first because it was early and it took a few seconds for his brain to process what his wife had said.

He sat in the chair opposite the bed and started putting his shoes on. “Sleeping in today?” he asked. It was going on eight o’clock and Judy was still in bed, which was highly unusual for her.

“Yes,” she replied, “I was up all night reading.”

She had an hourglass figure with long, dark hair, large tits, and puppy dog eyes. She was totally naked turned on her side almost in a fetal position with her arms covering her upper body. She rolled over and saw that Fred was wearing an Amani tie.

“Looks like a court day?” she said, half smiling.

Fred lifted the tie and said, “A tell-tell sign.”

“Come home early; I’ll make you dinner,” she said as she rolled over to go back to sleep.

Fred was one of the best divorce lawyers in the state. He ran a private practice with two secretaries that were busy at work when he walked in the office.

He greeted them and stood at the doorway looking at them as he sipped his coffee. Red was a redhead with big tits who could be really pretty if she’d just tone down on the makeup.

Joanne was thicker than Red, but in voluptuous way. She had puffy blonde hair and some enormous breasts. She wore fake eyelashes and too much lipstick, but it gave her a sex appeal that was similar to Marilyn Monroe.

They were docile around the boss, but Fred had a feeling that they had a wild side in bed. The problem was that they were both lesbians, but it didn’t stop him from fantasizing.

Almost every morning, he would do the same thing that he was doing right now: sip his coffee as his eyes danced up and down their bodies filming a mental, pornographic movie. He would imagine how they would look in their underwear and how they would look topless or even what color their nipples were.

It happened subconsciously, of course, and he never knew he was doing it until he would glance at one of their faces and catch one of them frowning or rolling her eyes at him. This time it was Red rolling her eyes at him so he headed to his office to meet with his client.

He sat at his desk. She was sitting on the other side with an attitude written all over her face.

“I didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night. I can’t stand the thought of seeing him again,” said Mrs. Jones.

She was pissed off because she was going through a messy divorce and she thought the case would be over the last time they went in. She was wrong. It got delayed because her soon-to-be ex-husband’s lawyer found a minor technicality that postponed it until today.

“We’ll be in and out in less than two hours,” said Fred trying to calm her down.

She stood and started walking to the other side of the desk. “Two hours?” she barked in frustration. “Do you know how long two hours is? Maybe I should take some Valium or something?”

Fred stood and grabbed her gently by the shoulders. “It’s his head that’s on the chopping block, not yours,” he said trying not to laugh at how overdramatic his client was acting. “And no Valium. I don’t want you looking like some drug addict.”

She looked him up and down. He was standing very close to her. It seemed to trigger something in her. Her anger disappeared immediately. She touched his chest lovingly and smiled at him.

“We don’t have time,” said Fred. He knew what she wanted. They’d been sleeping together since a few weeks after he began working on the case.

“To hell with them. Let them wait,” Mrs. Jones said.

Everything inside of Fred told him not to do it except for the few inches that were starting to stretch and harden in his briefs.

He returned her affection by tenderly touching her elbows and then her upper arms and then her back, which led to him pulling her closer and squeezing a handful of her tender ass. Their lips met and the room was filled with the sound of lips smacking together.

Fred sat in his leather chair. Mrs. Jones leaned on him and continued kissing as she helped him loosen his tie and get his suit jacket off.

She leaned back and felt the huge bulged in his thin designer pants. It was already hard, but the sight of Mrs. Jones in her green dress hiked all the way up to her thighs made it start throbbing as it jumped in her hand.

Fred kissed her as he stroked her long blonde hair and guided her head down towards his waiting prick.

She pulled his pants down and pulled his meaty cock out. Fred looked down and saw a head of blonde hair bobbing up and down as her wet mouth engulfed his cock whole. 

“Ohhh,” moaned Fred as his semen shot into Mrs. Jones’s awaiting mouth. She swallowed it as it came out.

He gently grabbed her by the head, lifted it up, looked deep into her eyes, and gave her a long, wet kiss. Once he got himself looking descent again, he and his client went to court.

After Judy finally got out of bed she went straight to Jill’s house. Jill used to be just an acquaintance of Judy. They’d recently become best friend’s because they were both in dismal relationships.

They turned to each other for comfort, but they handled their problems entirely different. Jill, a blonde spitfire with huge tits and an insatiable hunger for sex, chose to look to other men to ease her pains of the heart, while Judy, demure in nature, coped with her problems by confiding in Jill and sulking in her sorrows.

“You’re not thinking about doing anything crazy like getting a divorce, are you?” asked Judy.

“No, of course not. Tom’s trucking business makes too much money,” Jill replied. “I’m just restless and depressed I guess.”

“You could try taking a vacation. Huh? You and Tom; go to someplace exotic? That usually works.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere with Tom. The spark just isn’t there. I guess I’m tired of him.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“You know how a man gets so excited when you first start dating him? I guess I want to experience that again.”

Judy’s face remained passive, but she was getting excited on the inside. Jill didn’t want to leave her husband, yet she wanted to feel the excitement of a new relationship. That could only mean one thing.

“Well could you tell me about it at the store because I have to go grocery shopping?” asked Judy.

Jill smiled brightly, said, “As long as you do all the listening, I’ll go anywhere with you.”

They continued talking about ways to fix their relationships while they shopped. It turned out that Judy was right in her assumption that Jill was going to start having an affair. She’d been seeing one of the truck drivers who worked for her husband.

Judy wanted to hear every detail, but there wasn’t much to tell. They hadn’t done anything other than flirt because the driver was too afraid of losing his job to take a chance on having sex even though it was obvious that he was dying for it.

The majority of their conversation dealt with this topic, but Judy came up with a great idea to catch her husband’s attention before they parted ways. They stopped in a clothing store to pick up the right “tools” for the job.

Later that night, Judy showered and put on a very sexy lingerie set. It was black, laced, and most of it was see-through. The panties were thin and showed a generous amount of her pussy and ass. The pushup bra was a size too small so it could really accentuate her ample breasts.

To say the least, she was a knock out!