Newly Divorced – Part 1

I look at Julie’s profile, as she is listening intently to the judge. A ray of light makes its way into the judge’s office, hitting her face, turning her red hair into a mass of fire; I cannot help but thinking how stunning she looks. She has dressed for the occasion: a very strict blouse and jacket, and a long pencil skirt, business-like attire – because she does mean business. I feel under-dressed, in my jeans and Nirvana t-shirt. After 14 years of marriage, she still looks amazing. Too bad this has to end this way…

She finally senses that I am staring at her. She slowly turns her head towards me, her light brown eyes shooting daggers. She straightens herself in her chair, and turns back to the judge, who finishes reading the document.

« — Mr. Boisseau, do you agree to the terms? suddenly asks me.
— Uh?
— Do you agree to the terms of the divorce I’ve just read? »

Julie turns towards me again, her face a mask, with the stern attitude of a sphinx ready to pounce on the lost traveller. I see the glimpse of a smile in the corner of her mouth, that she tries to repress. Glad to see I can still make her laugh!

« — I agree wholeheartedly, *madame la juge*.
— *Bien*, and you, Mrs. Boisseau, do you agree?
— I do. »

She’s said it in a calm voice, with the hint of a nod. I catch myself wondering what colour of underwear she is wearing. Julie has always been old-fashioned, but she tends to like green bra and matching knickers. I shake my head, I shouldn’t be thinking of my wife, well, ex-wife’s underwear right now, as the judge signs the act that definitely puts an end to our marriage.

« — Marc, she suddenly says with a hint of annoyance, rolling her eyes.
— Hmm? »

I finally see the judge pushing the document towards me, holding her pen for me to sign it. I grab the pen, sign, and flick the paper towards Julie, along with the pen. She takes her time, solemnly bends towards the page, and without a hint of hesitation signs it with her familiar curvy signature. The deed is done, we all get up all smily, Julie’s smile too sincere to not hurt a bit.

That’s it, Julie and I are divorced. I feel like shit.

Outside the judge’s office, Julie turns to me:

« — Give me the key now, and we are all done.
— Uh? »

No clue what she is saying to me.

« The key. To the apartment. That is now mine, per the divorce papers we have just signed. »

She sighs, that disappointed sigh she always has with me. She raises her eyes to the ceiling.

« — Of course you forgot the key. I told you to fucking bring the key.
— Sorry, I forgot. Had other things on my mind.
— I bet you had. »

Her arms folded under her breasts, looking sternly at me. She is looking fucking hot, with that teacher-with-big-boobs-looking-angry look; I would nearly get a boner if I didn’t know her. She is truly pissed at me. I am sure *madame la juge* next door is the only thing that stops her from going all Psycho on me right now.

« Come on, let’s go and get the fucking key, you dipshit. »

I shrug, let’s go and get your fucking key, then. My apartment is not too far from the judge’s office, a couple of metro stations away. Julie sighs again, « Let’s go, let’s get done with it. »

Those two metro stops are probably the most awkward ever to be travelling with someone, sitting beside each other, in silence. Thankfully we finally get there. I live in an apartment at the top of an old Parisian building, without a lift. She surprisingly climb those four floor of stairs effortlessly… She has been working out.She comes into my apartment, surveying the place like a hawk. After a moment, she says:

« — So this is where you fuck your whore?
— What?
— Your whore. The one that broke our marriage. Is this where you fuck her?
— Julie… »

I don’t have the balls to tell her Mélanie left me a week earlier, I just try a smug smile. She walks straight to my bedroom, her tight pencil skirt outlining the fine curves of her arse. Wow, is that really the woman I have been married to for 14 years? My cock is hard.She stands at the end of the unmade bed, a look of disgust on her face.

« — Where is she?
— Who? » I ask stupidly.

She turns to me, and says sharply:

« — Your whore!
— Julie, for fuck sake, we have been through all this, we are now divorced, fucking drop it, all right? » I finally respond, now pissed off.

She turns back to the bed, and raises an eyebrow:

« That shit over there, is that for your slut’s arse, or yours? »

Crap. The butt-plug. Mélanie left it there, and I never put it back in the drawer, never thinking someone would come into my bedroom… I can feel my cheeks burning with the embarrassment.

« — It depends. Sometimes hers, sometimes… » I don’t finish my sentence.

She turns back to me, with an inquisitive look, a large smile on her face. I have always loved that frigging smile.

« — Really? she laughs. You put that thing up your arse? »

I mumble something, I can’t think of a smart come back. I never do. Julie always has the upper hand in our conversations.

« — Do you like it?
— I don’t mind, I say, with a shrug.
— I’d like to see that, » she says, looking around, pretending to survey the room again.What?! She plunges her eyes into mine.

« — That’s the bit where you’re supposed to say “you first.”
— You first, I snort.
— In your wet dreams, lover boy. »

That fucking bitch. OK, I have had enough with her. Without hesitation, I take off my t-shirt, then undo my belt and drop my pants and underpants to the floor. Stark naked and with a massive erection, I walk to the nightstand where I pick up the plug. I turn towards her; her jaw has dropped to the floor, her mouth in a big “o” of surprise. Well, that shut her up. I grab the lube in the drawer of the nightstand, and my eyes locked with hers, I proceed to slowly insert the plug. I feel stretched, as the plug enters me, and finally, it is in, filling me completely.

« — Wow, it’s all in? » she asks, genuinely surprised.

I turn around, spread my cheeks, see? all in. Who would have thought I would have to fucking stick a plug up my arse to get some sort of victory over this woman. I turn back to her, quite pleased with myself.

« — Looks like you are enjoying it, you’re dripping precum. » she says dreamily. Without thinking, she collects the drop at the tip of my cock with her finger, and brings it to her mouth. I look at her, stunned, as she walks behind me. Her hand reaches between my butt cheeks, pushing the plug deeper, while making an approving sound. She then grabs its base, and pulls it, slowly, while spreading my butt cheek with her other hand. Once all out, she pushes the plug back in, quite hard. I gasp. She makes a funny sigh, as she continues playing with the plug in and out of my arse.

I glance at her behind me, and I am shocked to see that she has lifted her skirt, her knickers are around her knees, and she is fondling her clitoris, biting her lip. She pushes my head back.

« No peeking, lover boy. »

The plug suddenly comes out for good. I feel empty. That is, after a moment, until she forcefully pushes two fingers in my arse. She presses her body against me, I can feel her heaving breasts through her blouse on my back. Her fingers go deeper inside me, a third one joins the other; I am feeling quite stretched, and aroused. Her other hand is still going hard on her button, she is panting in my ear. As her moans are getting louder and louder, she is going faster on her clitoris. I know the signs, Julie is close to coming. In a last urgent flick, she comes, hard, her fingers shoved deep inside me. Her legs buckles beneath her, and she falls flat on the bed, out of breath, her knickers still twisted around her knees.

I stare at her for a moment, my cock rock hard, oozing precum, ready to jump on her. Then a thought enters my mind: where the fuck is the plug?

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