Menage: 6> the Divorcee
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Not so much what brought about Jenna's divorce, but her thoughts about and what was revealed during the actual divorce case itself, including a torrid, no holes barred ménage with not one but two lots of delivery men.

I have no idea what the term for my condition is, the one my divorce attorney said I suffered from, but it helped sway the judge's decision; enough that he sympathised with me and subsequently denied my soon to be ex, a nasty piece of work I discovered at the trial, a lot of what he was asking for. Only in America!

Somehow, and I had no idea how, he got the men who helped move my stuff out of our apartment and with whom I had a torrid ménage à trois, to give evidence as to the type of ‘slut whore' he said I was. It goes without saying that, the removal men were not the only ones I fucked, and not by way of a tip, I found myself remembering while managing to keep a straight, serious face as I did...!

The how of what led to the divorce, pleasurable though it was, is of little consequence and not something I dwelt on at the trial, because of my soon to be ex, Malcolm, shouting at me.

Finding an affordable apartment for myself wasn't easy, especially with Malcolm expecting me to keep up my payment for the mortgage on our apartment, along with my legal fees. Thankfully, my lawyer put a stop to that and I didn't even have to fuck them; well, she was a woman, so...!

I moved back with my folks in the meantime, and, as you'd expect, went weeks, almost months without cock. Eight weeks without a decent fuck, for this, as Malcolm branded me, slut whore, was damn frustrating.

Sure, I'd had the odd quick, unfulfilling, poke from guys I had picked up at a club or bar, but nothing substantial, not until the delivery men and then the removal men. I figured I should, at least, christen my new apartment and so I spread my lips, legs and ass cheeks for them. I suppose, in some small way, I was saying ‘fuck you' to my ex, by fucking them and letting them fuck me, and after moving in all the furniture as well. Delivery men, and well named for it, as they delivered two loads of warm sticky cum, in my mouth and over my horny sweaty body. As for the other pair, those who moved my belongings out of what was subsequently Barry's apartment, and good fucking luck to him, and gave evidence, that was something else.

They, Martin and Barry, were quite fit, what with them not needing to carry furniture: bed, sofa, wardrobe, etc', into my apartment. It all started in their van. They suggested I ride in the front instead of my having to get a cab and then they follow me.

My ex let slip, nagging again and the such, about my slatternness as they helped take my things to Martin's van. They were a private pair of movers, not part of a company, and so they were the managers of their time; besides which, they, in light of my ex's ridicule, suggestively let on that they were finished for the day as Martin ferried both me and my belongings: clothes, CD's, DVD's, a couple of fine art erotic prints that Malcolm had bought me, and various bric-a-brac, to my rent-controlled apartment.

What with it being hot, and feeling good and sexy about myself after the ménage with the delivery men, I had on a summer dress, one that I had deliberately changed into while I was at my ex's that morning. I was certainly up for another fuck, especially since they were a private company. Maybe that's why Malcolm let slip that about me, which, considering, was good of him, albeit at the time and shortly thereafter.

Sat in between the pair of them, it wasn't long before Barry asked about what Malcolm had said. I had removed my thong, also, and even then, my pussy was moist and my clit was crying out for attention. I was on heat.

"'Fraid so, guys," I said, my tone unfilled with remorse, and instead, that of a sultry intonation; as if I was almost gagging for it. I was, but, I wanted them to work at it. I may seem easy, but I'm far from that.

A few blocks further, and, in changing the gears as we went up a slight incline, the knuckles of Martin's right hand brushed my knee. There were three of us in the cab of a van that sat a generous two, after all. Nevertheless, his touch caused my horny clit to respond even more, and I was glad that I'd drawn the back of my dress underneath my shapely ass, as, even then, my horny cunt juices were permeating from my moist lips.

"It's a nice day for it," intoned Barry, with a vague suggestiveness, one that I quickly matched.

"Yes, it most certainly looks like it; and the weather's hot and sultry too," I rejoined huskily.

Rather than test the water, my pool of delight, my sex, being both warm, horny and wet, Barry continued with some more teasing innuendo.

"How warm is it likely to get, Jenna?" he intoned.

"Enough to do with a warm sticky shower; two in fact," I blatantly intimated, while my clit continued to throb and my pussy leaked with every exchange.

"What's the parking like?" Martin said, as we got nearer to my apartment.

Whether he had decided to join in with his mate, I had little idea, but I had a reasonable response. "You can drive a lorry through it," I said, both smiling appealingly and at him, enough that I hoped he had noticed.

He'd noticed alright, as, when he subsequently took his hand off the gear shaft, it brushed my knee before skirting my lower thigh. Barry couldn't help but notice that, and when Martin returned his hand to the wheel, after a short tease, Barry's right hand reached across him and stroked my knee and thigh.

"Is it really that hot and big?" he said, my legs having parted some.

"Yes, yes it is. But, you know, guys, there's a tight entrance at the ‘backdoor'," I crooned, intimating my tight little asshole as I swung my right leg over Barry's left one, thereby giving him easy access to the front.

Slowing down a bit, enough that, between them, they were able to pool the skirt of my dress up someway, Martin felt just how warm and wet I was before removing his cum sticky fingers to navigate the final bend. Barry, on the other hand, was massaging more than stroking my clit and with fingers that he had no doubt moistened from his mouth.

"Oh, emn, yes, fuck, you're going to make me cum, Barry. Please, make me cum," I urged, just as Martin pulled into the driveway outside my block. He then, with the engine off, replaced his fingers, which he fucked back and forth while smothering my lips with his.

Very few guys actually kiss me, well, there, anyway. They all, though, mostly kiss my other lips, those that Martin had his fingers, all four of them, in between.

"Hurmn, emn," I moaned, among others, as our tongues touched, tussled and fought. With that public attention, and being the first time I'd been fucked off in public, they soon had my pussy flooding after a pleasurable climax.

"Oh yes, thank you. Let's get my stuff up to my apartment and we can continue this toot sweet; immediately," I intoned, what with the enigmatic look on Martin's face.

I'd taken a certain amount of clothes to my folks to wear. What with my dress being damp where I had been sat on it, even more so after my first public sex, I went to my bedroom where I changed into a blouse that had a low plunging neck and lapels and a short skirt, before returning to help the sexy removal men.

With the last of my possessions removed, Martin locked the back of the van and then we traipsed up to my apartment for what would be my second ménage in a week - the delivery men having come later the previous Saturday.

As it so, nicely, happened, it was a box of my clothes they were each carrying while I had the two erotic prints, ones that they admired; if they were photo's, I dare say they would no doubt be regarded as pornographic.

"In here," I said, and had them follow me to the bedroom, the bed yet to be properly christened, as, when it was delivered and set up, I had yet to put linen on it, and so I settled for the sofa a week ago; also the back of the armchair and the large mat over the polished and lacquered wooden floor.

"I suppose you'll be wanting a tip, and no doubt something extra," I almost cooed, as I had them put the boxes beside my chest of draws.

"What extra might that be, Jenna?" Barry teased, as I held out a $20 tip; well, they had saved me the cost of a cab, which would have been much more.

"Come here, and I'll show you; both of you," I said, even though Martin had stepped forward to take my offered gratuity.

With them stood in front and to either side of me, my hands free having they thanked me and accepted the money, I lowered my arms and was soon running my fingers over the clear hard-ons they were both displaying in their jeans.

"Are you a slut; you know...?" Barry hinting at what my ex had said in front of them.

"If, by that, you mean that I like cock, especially ones such as yours, then, yes," I intoned, before giving each a pleasurable squeeze; noted by their murmured response as I did.

Moments later, and, rather than kneel on the floor, I sat on the bed and soon had Martin's warm stone hard cock out. Having noticed the bubble of pre-cum leak from the eye, I lowered my head, opened my lips and licked it up. It was quite sweet, I noticed. Meanwhile, having heard Barry slide his zip down, he had me place my left hand on his cock - it was too thick for me to surround it - and stroke his shaft - he wasn't as hard as Martin, though.

When I took the bulbous head of Martin's erection into my mouth, an inevitable hand from one of the men bunched up my natural curly blonde hair and encouraged me lower. ‘Well, they had made me cum and there was time for more from them,' I reasoned, as my warm moist lips slid down and up Martin's warm veiny shaft for a short while, only to be taken from it and directed to that of Barry's awaiting cock to lick and suck.

It was his hand, I noticed, one that, having I been given time to lick around the head and then the shaft, was joined by his other hand under my chin. Barry then held my head with both his hands as he fucked my slut mouth, occasionally my throat, with the turgid crown of his erection, causing me to vociferate a throaty ‘gluh' noise every so often.

Martin was far from idle, even while I stroked his shaft and got a face fucking from his mate. Having undone the top two buttons of my cream coloured blouse, enough to see my unencumbered 38C tits, he reached both hands - Barry's being otherwise tied up for the moment - inside my chemise and was immediately caressing my boobs and rolling my hardened nipples between his expert thumbs and fingers.

"Hurgm," I spluttered my response, even slathering my tongue around the shaft that was deep inside my mouth as my body reacted to their combined attention. Alright, Barry's mouth and throat fuck may not be to most women's delight, but, for me, anyway, it's all part of give and take, and they were definitely giving while I was certainly taking, as, not long after, I felt Barry's shaft, deep in my mouth, pulse and a warm rope of his hot sticky cum explode.

"Oh yeah, Jenna, you lovely slut," he uttered, before withdrawing it slightly and just as the second gush erupted. Still taking himself back, the third warm load was delivered on my lips and tongue, which I had jutted out to catch his creamy spunk. Waste not, that's my motto.

After that, I was helped up from my agreeable submissive position and then my blouse was fully undone and drawn back. They no doubt figured, considering I wasn't on the ride over here, wearing any panties. And, at any rate, they would no doubt be moist if I had, and so they laid me back on the bed. My body, tits, ass and cunt, were at Barry's pleasurable mercy as I licked and sucked Martin's cock, enough to soon encourage him to cum for me. His ropes splashing over my face neck and tits, which Barry had the foresight to move back from and venture between my legs.

As I sucked the dregs of Martin's cum from him, I smeared that which was on my neck and breasts over my body, a gentle reminder for later, until when I had a shower, of the fuck they had and would soon give me.

"Fuck, yes, emn, more," I urged, as my body trembled and juddered from what Barry was doing. Not only did he have two fingers in my ‘backdoor', my tight little asshole, but four from his other, right, hand were massaging the inner folds of my warm wet cunt while he sucked on my distended clit.

To add to my impending climax, Martin, clearly not adverse to a vague tinge of his own essence, had both hands around my right breast and was licking around the dark brown dish of my areola. As, when, he grazed my hardened sticking up nipple, that just; well, it pushed me over the edge and I was immediately cumming.

"Jenna's got a lovely tight ass, Martin," his fellow delivery man exclaimed.

"Has she. Does it get much use," Martin wondered aloud, as he directed a cheeky smile towards me, and then moved up and across to my other breast.

"My backdoor's always open to guys as attentive as you," I intoned invitingly, my upper body propped up and inclined by my outstretched hands, which my blouse, having I shrugged each shoulder, slipped down my arms to. From there, and one at a time, I slipped each one out and flicked the pooled material back before placing each hand on the bed.

Although neither of them was hard enough to yet fuck me, and I could wait, believe me, especially with the pampering I henceforth received, they had me get up on all fours so that I was facing the mirror of my wardrobe, which was some six feet away from the right side of the bed. They even made a show of having me stand facing the wardrobe when they undid my skirt and slowly lowered it, exposing, first, the mousy blonde tuft above my clit then my sheathed stalk, my horny puffy mound and open humid thighs.

Yes, I was certainly some picture, myself, reflected in the mirror not long after. Barry stood to the side so that I could see his lovely semi-hard cock as I slid my lips back and forth along the upper portion of his shaft. I could vaguely see Martin, though, as he teased my asshole with his tongue and once more fucked my juicy wet cunt with his fingers while he stroked my clit. My tits were neglected, but, the rest of me, enough to soon have me cumming.

Moments afterwards, Barry was unseen, having he turned onto his back with his head resting on a pillow, which gave him the elevation to lick and suck my clit while fingers from each hand double fucked my ass and dowsed pussy. There may only have been two of them, but they made sure all my slutty fuck holes were filled at the same time, that's for sure.

"That's enough, you two. You'll wear me out before you fuck your lovely hard cocks in me," I exclaimed, what with Martin's being noticeably erect and covered in my mouth's slickness while, and knowing men, Barry's had to be of a similar stature from all the pussy and ass play he had given me.

Ceding to my request come invitation for them to fuck me, with Martin being the boss, I expected him to rail my pussy first, however, he gave first honours to Barry and I got another taste of his cock as they ‘spit fucked me' and with my body turned almost to the side, that way I could see both their long cocks reflected in the mirror as they drilled themselves into me.

"Oh yeah, Barry, stick your long hard dick in my cunt, give it a good hard reaming," I urged, as I held Martin's shaft before me and in readiness to give it a quick all over lick before fucking my lips, mouth and throat along and back of its length.

My mumbled, "Hurrm," was accompanied by the sound of Barry's groin slapping my ass when he fucked me deep, undeniably and pleasurably so while he, too, took delight and purpose in maintaining my ‘backdoor' open for their eventual delivery; they certainly had the ‘goods' you might say.

"Fuck my cunt, stick another finger up my ass, Barry," I appealed; he had three up inside there already, so what would another, and presently his cock, matter.

Since my clit was receiving attention from his swinging balls, Barry had little need for his other hand than to place it on the small of my back; it otherwise obscuring the view I had from the corner of my eye. Expecting his pinky finger when he withdrew the others, momentarily, I caught sight of his other hand move as I bobbed my head back and forth along Martin's erection and soon felt four stout fingers, no doubt two from each hand, delve deeply into my asshole.

"Hurgmn," I laboured a low exclaimed moan, as they well filled me up, even stretching my ‘backdoor' to accommodating extremes so that, and he did, Barry subsequently got a fifth stout finger inside me and all while he continued to fuck his warm firm cock in my hungry, needy pussy.

"Jenna's ass is nice and open, now!" Barry intoned, thrusting his dick into me, just as he said ‘now'.

"You about ready for the ‘backdoor' delivery, then," Martin intoned, smiling down at me as I glared, lasciviously, up at him.

Of course, I was, but I wanted Martin in my pussy, then to be the first with the delivery, right in my open and otherwise tight opening; my asshole.

"Let me have you, Martin, behind me, first," I said, gesturing for Barry and he to change over.

"What about both of us," Martin proffered, taking me somewhat by surprise at his suggestion.

"My ass..." was all I got out before he corrected my assumption.

"God, no, not unless you want us to, but your delicious pussy. There's a couple of ways we can, you know...!" indicating my being able to see it in my wardrobe mirror.

Their cocks were of average girth compared to those I'd noticed on so-called ‘porn' sites. A certain Lexington Steele's was both long and thick, and that's saying something, especially when the female talent are willing enough to take it up their ass.

"Okay, then," I said agreeably, and waited for them to direct me into position. Instead, though, they laid in between the wardrobe and my bed, in what I could only describe as a scissors position; the underside of each one's cock touching the other and vertical with it.

Looking at what was a long thick cock, my pussy couldn't help but cream while my clit throbbed with the anticipation of getting super dick up inside me. Since I wanted Martin in my ass first, I stood over them so that I was facing Barry while each one held his erection in readiness.

"That's one big mother fucking dick you've got there, guys," I crooned, as I began to squat towards what was awaiting my pleasure. "Tell me, has it been up other clients," I swooned, moments before I reached down for them, each one supporting my body with his hand at opposite sides.

"Only a scant few," Martin rejoined.

"One did take it up her ass; with some lube, mind," Barry almost hinting at my trying it.

"Nice and tight, was she. Emn," I moaned, as my cunt lips felt their glans brush against them, which in turn sent a shiver coursing through my body.

I was too concentrative on having two cocks fill my front door, to avert my attention from watching myself, between my thighs, as I guided the head of the super dick around the wetness of my slit, some several times, before immersing it in my warm and very wet cunt.

"Hurmnnn...!" I let out a low languid murmur, as the heads and some of the combined girth were consumed by my hungry pussy.

When that was mentioned by Barry, Martin refraining from doing so, the judge's expression; well, let's just say, I got the notion that swung it in my favour. I mean, how many conservative women would entertain two cocks in their pussy. That said, and at that point in my divorce hearing, my (female) lawyer asked me for their number; discreetly, mind.

"Fuck, me! Your cocks, my cunt, lovely and tight. Come on, stretch my fuck hole," I urged them, and with about a third of it inside me. I just love, in the woman on top position - Barry stroking my clit and Martin infiltrating my ass, having they rested control of their cocks to me - taking my time to slowly fuck myself a bit at a time down and up an ever increasing portion. Sometimes, just the warm puffy head, slick from my having sucked it, only it was my wet cunt lips that were sliding up and down, no doubt leaving a nice slick trail as they did.

"You're certainly filling," I said, almost commending the removal men as I got ever nearer to their once more cum heavy balls.

When I finally had them all the way up inside me, still squatting, mind, I moved my hands and braced them on Barry's strong chest. I then, leant forward as I was, my legs bent frog-like, began a slow back and forth angled fuck action, which I increased the tempo of as my fiercely burning climax gathered momentum. By the time it approached, I was slapping my ass and thighs on those of Martin and Barry, while shouting all manner of encouragements for them to fuck me, even though they had and continued to remain almost motionless, save for them stroking my clit and reaming my asshole.

"God, you've made me, emn, lovely, cum," I crooned, as I slowly gyrated myself around the hilt of their super cocks and for quite some while.

"After that, guys, I'm ready..." I began, and slowly turned part way back, my head looking over my shoulder at Martin as I continued, "...for my ‘backdoor' delivery—Martin. Make it a good one," I intoned, before turning part way back and gazing at the reflection in the mirror. Reposing my legs into a conventional DP (double Penetration) position of being knelt down and then moving just my left hand (right one in the mirror) to hold my ass cheek open.

"There you go, get your cum sticky cock in my asshole, Martin," I said, my neck noticeably florid at that point.

"Lovely and, yes, perfect," I intoned as it slid inside with consummate ease. They, Martin, in particular, had certainly done an exquisite job of prepping my ‘backdoor', which was eager to receive his long cock, fucking me, drilling me, reaming my ass, then letting Barry give me his delivery.

"Fuck me, fuck my slutty body, nail my ass and cunt," I urged them, on and on, climax after climax.

When I eventually got off them, and considering I had had both of them in my sodden pussy, as it then was, I grasped each one's hilt and sucked down on them one, two, at a time, savouring the taste of my cunt and ass juice as I went from one to the other, to and fro then both. After that, and although I called for a conventional DP, it was with Barry below me, that way I could, as I had done with my pussy, fuck my ass up and down his long slick firm erection before having him draw my thighs back and urging Martin to get his cock up inside me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yes, fuck me, fuck your stone hard cocks, more, do me, fuck me, I'm just a horny fucking slut for cock," I cried out, as a most powerful orgasm took me over. As it did, my muscles, those around the dick in my ass, began flexing tightly around Barry's shaft.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum right in your lovely tight asshole."

"Oh yeah, do it, do it, Barry, give me your warm sticky delivery, spunk your load in my ass," I urged him, refraining from a final ‘backdoor' pun, as I once more gazed in the mirror and saw the erotic image we were making, one I wouldn't mind hanging on my bedroom wall as a reminder.

"Fuck, that's hot," I responded, when the first of several eruptions of his cum juice hosed down the walls of my anus. "Oh yes, more, give me the, emn, that's it, all of it," I intoned as the load flooded my anal dungeon.

"Hold on, Martin, not yet, wait until, emn yes, Barry's given me his," I forestalled him, wanting a double delivery from them; they had, after all, delivered my belongings.

Back on the bed, I got up on all fours for the boss man, wiggling my ass and with my upper body sloped down. I then grabbed my ass cheeks and drew them all the way back, my fingernails digging into my round flesh.

"I want you to fuck my ass nice and hard. I want you to slam your cock in my gaping ass," I urged him, my head turned to see us in the mirror. The head was noticeably bulbous, quite tumescent, as it angled up from Martin's groin and fist.

"Oh yes, give me that cock in my ass," I exclaimed, as Martin directed it nearer, and all while Barry, waiting for me to clean and suck his cock for him, stood to one side of in front of me.

"Where do you want it?" Martin teased.

"You know where, deep in my tight little asshole," I rejoined, although it was far from that. Moments later, though, he teased my opening with the turgid crown.

"Stop teasing my fucking ass, stick your cock in it for Christ's sake." And then he did just that.

"Oh yes, oh God, Martin, your cock feels so good in my ass, so fucking good, so fucking good in my ass. Fuck my ass, yeah, like that, fuck it good, real fucking good," I appealed to him, his balls once more swing hitting my clit. God, I was horny as hell.

"Shove your cock in my ass. Pound my ass. Fuck my horny ass," I enjoined, before pushing my ass back on his cock and riding Martin; my orgasm not far off.

"Fuck my sweet little asshole," I said, before Barry took charge and reduced my further utterings to mumbles; pleasurable ones, as I sucked his cock and ran my tongue around the slick shaft capriciously.

Thankfully, he withdrew himself in time, not his cumming, twice being enough for both of them, but when my final climax erupted, moments ahead of his boss, Martin sprayed his lovely hot ropes of spunk inside me, deep inside me.

"Oh, fuck, yes, cream my ass, yes, fucking lovely," I extolled, my sphincter muscles clenching and unclenching to milk the next and final gush's of warm sticky joy juice, which equally hosed down my anus.

"Emn," I languidly shuddered and juddered, as a telling frisson ran up my spine when Martin delivered his third load and then slowly withdrew himself from my anus.

With my well-fucked and satisfied, ‘backdoor' closed, I turned around and gave his wilted cock a nice warm mouth bath.

"Well, that certainly was one expert delivery," I said afterwards, little realising, as I said it, that...!