Confessions: Getting My Way At Court

Sometimes there is a price to be paid to get what you want. I just enjoy paying it more than most.

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Sitting in court has to be one of the most boring experiences in my entire life. On a good day I have a short attention span. Perhaps that’s why I’m on my third husband. I can’t help it, I like to be kept in a certain level of lifestyle but I get bored easily.

Don’t look at me like that; they certainly aren’t the victim in this scenario. I’m a trophy wife, and they knew that when they signed up. So did I. They got free use of my body, and they kept me very comfortable while they were at it.

Usually twenty years older than me, most of them had sprawling mansions and sports cars. Everything a gal could want in life. And I had everything they wanted in a wife, but was twenty years younger than them with a libido that could keep up with theirs.

It was always the same, a whirlwind courtship, some crazy sex, a wild wedding and an enduring honeymoon phase. The sex drove them wild, for a while. Sooner or later, their appetite always got the better of them. The dentist’s pretty hygienist, a legal secretary at the office, that hot mum that runs the PTA. I didn’t mind, in fact I encouraged it. His infidelity was my payday.

I just hated having to endure this part. They were always till death do us part at the wedding, but the second they moved on, they wanted to ensure I was left with nothing. Well, that was never going to happen.

The judge droned on and I forced myself to pay attention. After all we were almost at the good part.

“On the matter of the division of the estate,” the judge paused as he looked down at us. “Clearly Mr. Simmons possesses the ability to earn considerable income. Your wife, already harmed by your repeated infidelity does not and will not be further harmed by this court. So in this matter, we find in her favor and allocate 60% of the assets of the marital pool to her in the divorce.”

“That’s outrageous,” my soon-to-be ex-husband shouted. “We were only married for two years.”

“And in that time you managed to conduct no less than six affairs,” the judge replied. “That’s outrageous! To have the audacity to believe that somehow you are the aggrieved is laughable. This matter is adjourned.”

“It is outrageous,” I cried rising to my feet. “He was found in bed with two maids, at the same time. There is a video. How much more evidence do you need. I demand at least 70%.”

The judge pointed at me. “Sit down, Lucille, this matter may have been adjourned, but you can still spend the night being held for contempt.”

“Contempt?” I smirked. “You’re just jealous that it was him and not you. You probably haven’t had any in months.”

“Bailiff, you’ll detain Lucille. See if the night doesn’t improve her attitude.”

My lawyer looked at me and shook his head. We’d been here before. He knew he was still getting paid.

It wasn’t the first time he’d represented me, it wasn’t the first time my mouth had got me into trouble.

The bailiff cuffed me and led me away. My husband’s expression struggled to decide whether he was angry at the settlement or happy at my incarceration.

There weren’t many holding cells in this particular courthouse. With the police station next door, any actually troublesome cases found their way back there. These four cells were reserved for those unfortunate enough to cross Judge Harding. The bailiff showed me into a cell and closed the door behind me.

“Enjoy your night, Lucille,” he chuckled as he left.

“Aren’t you going to take these?” I asked, holding up my cuffed wrists.

“Judge Harding told me to leave them on,” the Bailiff chuckled. “He prefers it that way.”

It was after five pm and the courthouse emptied leaving me alone to consider my life choices. An even division of wealth have been a win, 60% was a cool million dollars more than I had any right to expect.

“Have you thought about your little outburst?” The voice drew me back to reality. I looked up to see Judge Harding at the bars.

“You told me I’d get seventy,” I protested.

The judge laughed. “I told you that you would get more than your share. You decided that was seventy. There is no way that sort of judgement would hold against an appeal. Sixty will, and it will force him to give you the house. I have more than delivered on my end of the bargain. It’s time you delivered on yours.”

We’d done this little dance before. After all, this was my third husband. After the first divorce had given me a less than stellar settlement, I’d learned to stack the deck in my favor. Getting the judge on side made sure that happened.

I had up a finger. “One night, anything you want. Free use. That’s the deal. When we’re done, I walk out the door and neither of us speak of it again.”

“I remember last time,” the judge chuckled. “The best night of my life. Tonight I’m going to use you like the good little slut you are.”

I dropped to my knees.

The judge was already sporting a boner, and as he lifted his black robes and opened his slacks he drew out the long arm of the law. It was nine inches of solid meat that he rested on my face. “Get me nice and ready, Lucille.”

I smiled. This was going to be anything but unpleasant.

The judge thrust it into my open mouth with eager abandon. It wasn’t every day that a fifty year old got a blowjob from a hot trophy wife in her sexual prime.

But Judge Harding had very particular tastes. He liked to take what he wanted. Access equalled arousal for the judge. He used my mouth until saliva ran down my chin. Then satisfied he was adequately lubed, the judge bent me over the simple bench that doubled as my bed for the night.

As I was firmly in his debt, the judge felt no need to worry about my pleasure. We weren’t making love. I was being fucked. However he liked, whatever he liked, whenever he liked, all night long. That was free-use.

He lifted my dress, and thrust that big meaty weapon into my eager sex in a single drive. I hadn’t bothered with panties today. What was the point?

“Ahhhhh,” I groaned, I couldn’t help it.

“That’s my good little trophy slut,” he chuckled. I gripped the bench, my cuffed wrists clinking against it. The judge used me like that for a good half hour, pounding my sweet pussy while spanking my bare ass.

I could feel his excitement building as his thrusts grew more and more erratic.

“That’s it, Lucille,” he grunted as he pumped his pent-up excitement into me.

The good judge collapsed on the bench and I pulled out my phone. Opening my kindle I started reading. Swinging my leg over the judge I sat on his surprisingly toned abs. The Judge pulled my dress over my head and I started reading.

With a flick of his wrist the good judge removed my bra, and started playing with my tits. I read while he toyed with my body. Pinching, tweaking and toying with my tits. The judge didn’t just want to get off. He wanted a fuck toy. He wanted to know what it felt like to have a trophy wife at his complete disposal.

He toyed with me for an hour while he recovered his erection and then he simply lifted me onto it. I set down my phone and gripped the front of his bunched up robes.

I then proceeded to ride the hell out of him.

“That’s it, your honor, first you took my hubby’s money now you’re using his wife. How does that make you feel?”

The judge grunted as he pumped another eager load into me.

“Pretty damned good,” he chuckled as I rolled onto the bench. I went back to my book as he thrust that messy cock back into my mouth. The judge went to work on my pussy, fingering and teasing me. It took him the better part of an hour but eventually he slipped his finger into my ass while he toyed with my clit.

I came. Squirting all over that bench. I hadn’t been paying too much attention and he snuck it up on me.

“You’re such an intoxicating fuck, I don’t know why these idiots don’t keep you around.”

“Oh, I wean them off the good stuff,” I replied. “I’m just in it for the cash.”

The judge dragged me to the floor, pushed my face down against the cold concrete floor and spanked my bare ass. He lubed up his cock inside me and then pressed it up against my ass.

“Oh dear,” I whispered.

“Whatever I want,” Judge Harding chuckled. “That was the deal, and I want this hot ass.”

It was a million dollar ass, and he clearly wanted his money’s worth.

By the time the morning came. I was a hot-sticky mess. My clothes were lying in a heap in the corner. The judge had used me all night, long. As he rose and fixed his robes, the bailiff appeared at the cell door.

“I see you’ve both had a good time,” the burly bailiff chuckled.

“There’s still an hour left, and it’s all yours Tony.” Judge Harding pat him on the shoulder as he went by. “Just as I promised. Might I recommend her ass, it’s magnificent.”

Rolling onto my stomach, I raised my ass and gave it a wiggle. “Come on Tony, what are you waiting for?”

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