48 comments/ 44041 views/ 6 favorites Valentine's Day Divorce By: msgrant67 JANUARY 8TH Cassie sat in her lawyer's office. She was patiently waiting as he scanned a copy of her prenuptial agreement. "I'm afraid that there's just not a lot to work with here, Cassie," he calmly said upon finishing his review. "It's a fairly ironclad agreement." "So, if I get a divorce," she started to say. "Well," he answered, anticipating her question. "You would be entitled to probably some cash and your car, all of your personal belongings, jewelry, clothing, things of that nature, but, there would be no huge settlement. He would probably get the house; you wouldn't get alimony, and, of course, there would be no child support, seeing as how you have no children." "No alimony, at all?" Cassie replied. "Never say never, but doubtful," the attorney replied. "Your husband is in his mid-40's, and you're, I'm guessing, much younger." "28," Cassie interjected while smiling. "28," the attorney repeated, "Most of the time the courts will assume that, rightly or wrongly, you are simply a gold-digger. You will be viewed as someone who is about to get on with her life, someone who hasn't been harmed by the marriage, financially at least. You're still young enough to have your own career or, though you're probably not thinking about it now, get married again." Seeing her disappointment, he continued, "We could probably get a few months support, or maybe if there is a vocation that you wish to train for or a college degree that you want to earn, we could ask for that. I believe most courts would see that as reasonable." Cassie looked up at the lawyer and gave a sweet smile while answering, "Thanks so much for looking over this, sir, I'll get back to you if I decide to do anything. I'm just not sure it's worth leaving the marriage with so little. I was hoping for a 50/50 split which would give me a place to live and monthly payments while I decide what to do with the rest of my life." The reply was professional yet sympathetic, "I understand, but leaving a marriage out of boredom simply isn't going to get you much in the court's eyes. Now, if you had proof that he had abused you, cheated on you or had abandoned you, well, that would be different. Any of those things would void your agreement. Truly, that's the best thing about your prenuptial agreement, Cassie; most of these don't contain a 'No Adultery' clause." "I know," Cassie answered while leaving the office, "But he hasn't done any of that. He works late; he plays golf; that's it. We've just fallen into a cycle that's boring. I want to travel, to do things, and he just wants to go through daily, mundane life, and, about once a month, make love to me." The lawyer found that incredibly hard to believe; he knew that if he had a 28 year old wife who looked like that, well, he would want sex every night that she would let him. "I'm sorry to hear that, but unless you can prove one of those things to a judge or mediator, your agreement will stand," he replied. As Cassie drove home, those words kept echoing in her mind, "Prove it to a judge; prove it to a judge; prove it to a judge." Suddenly, she had an epiphany; he didn't have to have actually cheated on her; she only needed to have proof that he had. Actually, she only needed to get enough items to show a judge so that it would appear that he had been unfaithful. She knew that she felt like a bitch, but better to be a bitch and get on with her life than be stuck in this marriage, and, if she was going to be a bitch, might as well be a real bitch and get as much as she can out of the marriage. She went home and looked at her calendar. It was January 8th. They had made love, if you could call it that, on New Year's Eve; granted, it was more of a quickie since they had been out and come home late, but, regardless, he had been sexually relieved. As she scanned ahead on the calendar, her eyes stopped on Valentine's Day. That was perfect. That would be about five weeks out, and she had noticed that after three to four weeks, her hubby began to get both needy and frisky. Sometimes she would let him have sex with her right away, mainly to get it over with, but other times she would delay letting him have her, really just to play with him. She would make sure they had house guests or schedule a weekend away with friends or just act tired. She knew that she could get him to February 14th without relief easily and that he would be putty in her hands that day. She then began putting her plans into effect. The first part was easy. Some insurance documents had recently come that needed his signature. She hid them away and, after having an attorney prepare a petition for divorce and request for immediate arbitration form, waited a few days until he was running late one morning. As he was hurrying to his car, Cassie was waiting for him by the door. "Sweetie, please sign those insurance forms before you leave," she said, waving toward the table, "I'm supposed to drop them by the agent's office today." He glanced at the kitchen table and saw that Cassie had laid out the forms on the table and highlighted each signature spot. He looked back at Cassie as she handed him a pen. Without thinking, he grabbed the pen and signed the five or six forms without looking at more than the actual insurance forms on top. He then hustled out the door to his car as Cassie smiled and walked over to the forms. She pulled out the bottom forms which were the ones for her divorce attorney, quickly added her signature. Later that day, those agreements were delivered to her lawyer's office who assured Cassie that he would handle everything. Sure enough, she noticed around the first week of February, that hubby was starting to want sex. He watched her a little closer when she was changing clothes in the mornings and in the evenings, and he began paying a little more attention to her when he got home from work, rather than just eating dinner, watching television and going to sleep. She stilled needed a week though, so her diversion tactics were used. One night, she was already sleeping when he got home; another she simply remained in the home office until he fell asleep. She was also very careful not to be seen nude or dressing as that could really get him going. She was only seen around the house in oversized, baggy clothing. Finally, Valentine's Day was upon them, and she was ready (he was too; he just didn't know it) VALENTINE'S DAY She pretended to stay sleeping as he got up, got dressed, and went to work. "He actually forgot Valentine's Day," she thought to herself, "I'm so glad I'll be out of this marriage soon." As soon as she heard his car take pull away, she jumped up and began moving full speed. She pulled some boxes inside that she had been hiding in the garage, and she retrieved his luggage. Over the next couple of hours, she packed up everything in the home that was exclusively his. This included his clothes, his computer, his photos, books, stereo, cd's, etc. She smiled as she packed because she knew that she would be keeping everything else. Around noon, her phone finally rang. It was her dear husband, inviting her to dinner that evening for Valentine's Day. She knew that he had completely forgotten it; he probably had just noticed that the women in his office were receiving flowers and balloons, but this was what she had expected, and it played into her plans beautifully. "Oh, yes, that would be wonderful," she sweetly told him. "I've always wanted to try Phillipe's that new place by your office, can we go there please?" She really could care less where she ate her last supper with him, but she knew that he would whine about both the cost and the location, and he did not disappoint as he immediately brought both of those things up. She let him go on and on until he finally got to the point she was waiting for, "Cassie, in order to go there I'll have to drive all the way home to get you, then it's another 45 minutes back downtown." "I know, sweetie," she replied, "I don't want you to have to do that. Tell you what, dear, I'm heading downtown anyway, why don't we just meet there, say 7:00?" "What are you heading downtown for?" he asked, immediately forgetting all of his previous points. "It's a surprise, honey," she replied, "Something I promise you will never forget." Taken aback by the thoughts that her last comment caused in his brain, he quickly agreed to be at Phillipe's at 7:00 and hung up the phone. Meanwhile a van pulled into her driveway and all of the boxes, approximately a dozen, were loaded into it. The van was instructed to deliver the boxes to the downtown Hilton and inform the staff to hold the boxes until check in. As the van left, a locksmith arrived and promptly changed all of the locks at the house. Cassie went to her room and took a nap, followed by a long, luxurious bath. She then prepared herself for the evening. She had a brand new silk bra and matching panties from Victoria's Secret. The bra might have been just a size to small, just enough to allow her creamy 36C cup-sized boobs to strain and try as they might to pop free of their confinement. She allowed her hands to squeeze and stroke the boobs, partly because it felt good and partly because she wanted to make sure that, despite appearances, they wouldn't actually pop free. She then slid her hand down her rock hard abs and began to position the panties. This was fairly quick, though there was a brief pause while she slipped her hand in the panties for a second. As she had suspected, the preparation for the night's activities was already getting her wet. She then rolled stockings on her legs and gently, almost lovingly attached them to her new garter belt. Hubby loved this stuff, but she rarely let him see her in it or fuck her in it. Not out of meanness, mainly just because it was a lot of trouble. He usually got treated to lingerie like this every July on their anniversary, and that was about it. Over the lingerie, Cassie slipped on a simple silk dress, albeit one with a plunging neckline and a high slit up her thighs. She then expertly added makeup, and a dark, brunette wig over her natural blonde hair. She had only worn wigs a few times so it took her a while, but this wig was very expensive and when she was finally done looked extremely natural. Cassie then went to her husband's office and found his attorney's business card. She dialed the office number and casually asked for Gene. When the lawyer picked up the phone, Cassie stated that she was simply confirming that he would be attending or sending a representative to the arbitration hearing the following day. Gene stated that he did not know what she was talking about and Cassie replied that she was afraid of that, and that was why she was confirming the appointment. She placed all of the related forms on the fax machine and began sending them to the fax number on the business card as she said, "Well, the original forms were delivered to your office several weeks ago, but I can't decipher the name on here that signed for them. I'm faxing copies to your office now. Will that be ok or should I call the judge to reschedule?" Knowing that it would be embarrassing to have to tell a judge that he had misplaced paperwork and that the judge had certainly already appointed an arbitrator to be there, Gene agreed that the faxes would work and that he would be at the location the next day. Very soon after she finished her preparations, there was a honk in the driveway. She hurried outside to an awaiting limousine. As the driver opened the door for her, she entered and took a seat. She was amazed at who was sitting across from her. "You can call me Mary," the woman said, "Nice to finally meet you in person." "Cassie," Cassie replied, "likewise. Is everything alright?" Cassie had been online a while ago and found an escort that matched her proportions and had dark hair, but she didn't expect this. They could have really been sisters. There were certainly different facial features, but that was about it. The look was enhanced by the fact that Mary was wearing the exact same items that Cassie was; Cassie had sent them to her about a week ago, and Mary was a tad taller. "Perfect, I paid cash to the limo driver and used an out of state company. It was a few hundred dollars more, but he'll more than likely never be found again. " Mary replied, "Everything still a go on your end?" "Oh yes. Everything has been taken care of." Cassie answered, and the two ladies used the 45 minute drive into the city to go over the plans one more time. Arriving at the restaurant about 7:15, Cassie entered and made her way to the maître d stand. Even though it was Valentine's Day and most, if not all of the men present were with their wives or girlfriends, Cassie could feel that she was getting considerable attention. Of course, that was the plan. "May I help you, Miss?" the maître d asked. Acting nervous and partially embarrassed, she replied, "I'm not sure. I'm supposed to meet someone here but I've never met him." "Not a problem, Miss," he answered. As he was male, he was now checking her out, wondering what lucky guy was about to get this for Valentine's Day. Cassie stood while his eyes fully absorbed her, though she kept her face somewhat turned away and looking downward. She allowed him an "inadvertent" peek down her dress and a quick shot of her stocking tops, to make sure that those features were remembered more so than her face. After describing her "date," the man directed her to the center of the restaurant where she saw her husband sitting alone. She began to cross the room and, with some amusement, she noticed her husband watching her, but not recognizing her. When she reached the table and sat, his eyes widened, shocked as the realization hit him that this was his wife. To be fair, she had not let him see her like this for probably the past three years of their five year marriage. She had let herself go a bit, never really made herself up, and never dressed like this. Additionally, he had absolutely no idea that since January 8th when she had made her decision, she had been working out like crazy. Her 5'5" body was now in perfect condition, toned, tight and with practically no fat. Her incredible body was easy to take in with the way that she was dressed in the restaurant, but he had been used to coming home and seeing her in bulky fleece shirts and oversized pajamas. "Hey sexy," she purred while sitting across from him. "Sorry I'm late." Still not recovered, her husband didn't reply. A waiter quickly appeared and, before hubby could speak, Cassie ordered a bottle of champagne. "I told you I had a surprise, dear," Cassie spoke as the waiter walked away. "Your hair," hubby finally managed to get a thought out. "Yes, love, my hair, but, oh, so much more," she replied slowly while winking. She slipped one of her heels off and began stroking her husband's leg with it under the table, just up to his knee and back down to his foot for now. The waiter returned; he poured two glasses of champagne and asked for their orders. Hubby began to order a steak, but Cassie interrupted. "Dear, are you sure about that?" "Of course, why?" he responded, puzzled. "Well," she giggled after taking a sip of champagne and, when she was sure her husband was watching, slowly licking her lips, "Steaks just take a while to cook." "I was thinking, more like hoping really, that we could get pasta and salad or something a little quicker, so we can get out of here and get on with your surprise," she continued while finally moving her stocking covered foot up hubby's thigh and letting her toes softly stroke his cock. Both hubby and the waiter were frozen by the pure sex that this woman was oozing. Amazingly, hubby pulled it together enough to tell the waiter to bring two pastas and two salads; he even added that he would double the tip if the meal was there in five minutes. During the next few minutes, Cassie slowly stroked getting her husband hotter and hotter, and after every few strokes, she would pick up and hand him his champagne to drink. Without realizing it, hubby drank practically the entire bottle, while Cassie barely sipped on one glass. Cassie then excused herself, walked around the table and kissed her husband, briefly letting her tongue flicker across his lips. Upon her return to the table, she noticed that the food had arrived, and hubby had settled down a bit and had begun eating. As he watched, she smoothly moved her plate next to his and pulled her chair around the small table so that it was positioned next to his, not across. "I'm not sure you're supposed to do that, honey," hubby said as she took her seat next to him, "The room is set up a certain way." "I don't think they'll say anything, sweetie," she answered, "I just want to be close to my lover." Her hand had now found its way under the table and was moving gently around his thigh; this sensation had, not surprisingly, ended his objections regarding the seating arrangements. Trying to converse somewhat normally, hubby asked if she could tell him about his surprise. "I'll give you part of it right now, baby," Cassie whispered in his ear, ending with a light flick of the tongue. As she spoke, one of her hands pulled his hand into her lap while she placed something soft and moist into his hand. She kept hold of his hand, gently massaging it, so that he couldn't pull his hand up to look at what had been placed in it. "What is this?" he asked, genuinely puzzled, "It feels wet." Cassie smiled and moved her lips back to his ear, "Damn right they're wet, baby," she barely breathed, "Those are the panties that I had on until just a moment ago." She playfully bit his ear as she finished speaking and placed his hand back in his own lap, barely applying pressure to his crotch, mainly just to make sure that it was rock hard, though she really didn't have any doubt. "Now, be a good little boy and run to the restroom for a minute," she playfully added while she pulled her hands and foot away from his body. He leaned toward her and asked why. "Well, we're about to leave, honey, as soon as you finish eating, and, not to ruin the surprise, but there won't be a restroom available for a while," she answered as she helped ease him up. Subconsciously, his body felt her pressuring him up, and he stood and walked away. As he disappeared from view, Cassie removed a very small container from her purse. She opened it and, after buttering a roll on the table, discretely poured the powdered substance from the container onto the now buttered roll, spreading it evenly about and then closing the roll back up. She then moved some of her untouched pasta onto hubby's plate so that he wouldn't notice that she hadn't eaten anything. (She had eaten earlier since she knew that she needed to be 100% focused on hubby while in the restaurant.) As he returned to the table, Cassie pretended to be eating her meal so he took another bite, never realizing that his portion was now back to its original size. Cassie's touches began again and before long he was back on edge. "Cassie, I'm stuffed," he finally said glancing at his plate, "Are you ready to go?" "Oh yes, baby," she answered with a mischievous grin, "But, if you're not going to finish your pasta, at least eat your roll. I don't want my baby to get hungry later." He opened his mouth, maybe to object, but before he could speak Cassie had moved the roll to his mouth and was playfully pushing it in. As he took a bite, he realized that Cassie' other hand was giving firm yet gentle squeezes to his cock, albeit through his pants. He also realized that the squeezes seemed to be in conjunction with his chewing, so he sped up his chewing in order to get the squeezes going faster. There was extreme disappointment when he realized that he had eaten the entire roll and that the squeezing had stopped. Valentine's Day Divorce "Let's go, sexy," she teased as she stood up. "But Cassie, I haven't even gotten the bill or given my credit card," he objected. "My treat, honey," she answered as she pulled a couple of $100 bills out of her purse and dropped them on the table him. She then took his hand and led him away. He began to object as he knew that the bill couldn't have been anywhere near that, but he thought better of it and decided to keep walking with her. As they left the restaurant, they emerged on a busy city street. Cassie turned into his arms and gave a fiery, passionate kiss. Upon completing the kiss, she whispered, "Baby tonight is going to blow your mind, but I do need to confess something to you." "What?" he muttered, still aroused beyond belief and having no idea where this was headed. Everything so far was unexpected and new to him. She stayed tightly against him, letting her breasts push into him as she answered, "I have invited my baby sister to come stay with us for a little while, dear, just a short time while she goes through a nasty divorce. That's okay, isn't it, dear?" She nodded at him as she spoke which in turn led to his nodding without even realizing it. At the first sign of his nod she grinned and exclaimed, "Oh, thank you, baby, you are so, so good to me," while initiating another kiss. "Sister?" he managed to utter after the kiss. He knew he was tipsy, but he had no recollection of his wife even having a sister. Cassie was prepared though. "Half, actually," she answered matter of factly. My dad's other daughter from another marriage, haven't seen her in years." Not wanting him to spend any time thinking on this, as there would surely be a hole in her pretend story, she leaned back in for several kisses this time. She then took his hand and led him to the street where her rented limo had just pulled up. As they approached, the driver opened the door for them. Hubby glanced at Cassie who just smiled and waved him into the car. Taking a seat in the back, he did a double take as he thought for a moment that Cassie had somehow beaten him into the car. Looking back at the open door, he saw Cassie climbing in, so he looked back at the woman already in the car. Before he could speak, the women moved and he found himself sitting in the middle of the car with a different beautiful woman nestling into each of his sides as he felt the car pulling away. "How drunk am I?" He thought to himself. "These girls are practically identical, even dressed exactly the same," his thoughts continued. "This is my sister, Mary, baby," Cassie finally spoke, "She's going to help me tonight." "What do you mean?" he asked, daring not to dream what he hoped it meant. "I think you know exactly what she means," Mary whispered into his ear while handing him a full champagne glass. With that she reached up and turned his head toward her and gave him a light, feathery kiss on his lips. As he closed his eyes during the kiss, Mary's eyes went to Cassie who mouthed silently to her, "He just ate the crushed Cialis; we need about 30 minutes for it to take effect." Mary was following Cassie's lips, but she held up a hand and signaled a "3" then an "0" just to be sure. Cassie nodded, and Mary broke the kiss "You're a bit overdressed, honey," Cassie said, and she and Mary began easing hubby's suit coat off of his shoulders. Mary eventually had it completely removed and placed it on the other side of her as Cassie pulled her husband to her for another kiss. While hubby was facing Cassie, Mary reached into the coat's inside pocket, removed the cell phone and turned it off. She then placed the phone exactly back where it had been. In the meantime, Cassie had unbuttoned hubby's shirt and was skillfully moving her fingers all over his chest. Mary took the opportunity to do the same while kissing and gently biting his neck. For the next few minutes, hubby was in absolute heaven as the two women kissed his neck and ears, rubbed their stocking covered legs against his and took turns kissing him. Each kiss was feeling better than the last. Between every few kisses, one of the girls would gently push his glass toward his mouth and we sip the champagne. When the glass got low whichever girl he wasn't kissing would discretely fill his glass back up. He was in such a content state that he wasn't even trying to cum. His arousal seemed to have peaked, and he was relaxed between the two women enjoying the teasing. His arousal skyrocketed to a new level though when one of the women began unbuckling his belt. Involuntary thrusts began as the belt was pulled away, the pants were unbuttoned and his cock sprang free. Making matters extremely frustrating for him, Mary had closed her fingers around his now free cock but was moving them in unison with his thrusts. This allowed him no time to build any resistance, and he couldn't move any closer to orgasm. The car suddenly stopped, and he glanced out the window and saw his house. He smiled and began to reach for his pants, no doubt thinking that they were all going inside. "No, no, baby," Cassie said in his ear. "We have the limo for a while longer. Since you are practically nude, you stay here with Mary while I run inside and grab a few items. And, when I get back, we'll even out the clothing situation." Any possible objection immediately left his head as Cassie hopped out of the car and he turned to Mary as she was letting her dress slip off her top. The combination of the silk bra and her perfect body was almost too much. His cock was so hard it almost hurt. Of course, by now the Cialis had kicked in but he had no idea about that. He just knew that he had never been this hard or this turned on before tonight. While Mary continued mercilessly teasing the poor guy, Cassie opened the door to her home with the new key. She went to the home phone, called hubby's cell, which, of course, was now turned off and left a message stating what time it was and asking if he was coming home. She then went to the living room, turned on the television and quickly ordered a pay-per-view movie. When she was heading back outside, she paused in her office and turned on her computer and logged onto the internet. Arriving again at the back door, she waved the limo driver over and had him put the six pieces of packed luggage (which was all waiting right there) into the trunk. She then made one last call from the home phone to hubby's cell and left a message saying that she couldn't believe that he didn't come home on Valentine's Day and that she was going to rent a movie then go to bed. She then hung up and hurried back to the car. Catching the limo driver's attention as she reached the car, she told him to go straight to the Hilton. He nodded and opened her door allowing her back in. By the time the limo had left the driveway, hubby was horizontal on one of the seats. His pants had been removed and he was enjoying the sexy feeling of Mary (who had long since lost her dress) rubbing those incredible stockings against his bare legs. His hands were rubbing the stockings slowly, as if trying to memorize the touch of each and every portion of them. Mary was lying beside him, kissing him while performing all of the magic with her legs, so Cassie sat on the floor beside them and began letting her fingers manipulate hubby's cock. She did this so lightly, and it was so sexy that the cock had no choice but to stay at maximum hardness, but she didn't pump it or even give it quite enough pressure to allow hubby to try to thrust for relieve. A few minutes passed and Cassie informed Mary that it was time to switch. As Mary sat up, hubby's eyes grew again as he saw his wife in nothing but her bra, garter belt and stockings. He wondered how on earth he had not realized that his wife had a body like that. He remembered that he already had her panties so his eyes moved to her pussy. It was shaved, and he knew that he had never seen that before. "Your pussy," he stammered. "My pussy, baby?" she teased back at him while moving her hand around it and even into it, knowing that he was too shocked by her acting this way, the Cialis, the champagne and Mary's presence to be able to get out a coherent thought. That was, of course, the point. She needed him well outside of his comfort zone with everything that he was experiencing being new, unusual and edgy. That way the items she needed for the hearing would present themselves without him ever even noticing. "You like this pussy, honey?" she continued stroking it while moving closer to him. She teased him long enough to allow Mary to get dressed, unnoticed by their prey, and then moved completely to him. She straddled him and lowered her pussy onto his mouth. "I'll let you taste my pussy, honey. Is that what you were going to say?" she said. She knew that it wasn't, that he was probably just going to comment on it being shaved, but she was having fun. "Long, slow licks, baby, and push that tongue in as deep as you can. Oh, baby, mmmm, oh yes, that's the way I like it. Mmmm, yes. Keep going please, baby, please." Her juices were in abundance as he pleased her, and he felt her sexual release instantly. While Cassie kept her husband focused on her pussy, Mary slowly and gently pulled his pants back onto him. She was able to start and stop hand jobs which led to him moving about, raising and lowering his body trying to get relief. Each time he lifted his body she would pull the pants a bit further up and before long, they were almost all the way up. They simply needed to be zipped and buttoned at this point. The car stopped, and the driver announced Hilton over the intercom. "Let's get to our room," Cassie said, as she finally climbed off of her husband. "Oh no," she continued, "I'm completely naked. Tell you what; you two go make sure they still have our room, check in, and I'll join you as soon as I'm dressed." Without a thought, hubby finished his pants, put on shoes and a shirt and hopped out of the car with Mary. They walked to the desk, and Mary asked for his reservation. "And your relationship to him?" the agent asked. Mary laughed and turned to hubby, "What am I dear? Is girlfriend an okay word to use?" "Sure, Mary, works for me?" he replied, not moving his hand from her silk dress. The clerk did not seem amused, but she stated that they had a suite on the 7th floor, basically it was two rooms, 719 and 721. He handed over his credit card and signed the registration. Mary took the two keys, and they headed to the elevators. Cassie had gotten dressed, but she had removed her wig and was now blonde again. She instructed the bellmen to take the luggage to room 719 and asked them to move all the boxes that had been delivered earlier to 721. There was some grumbling, as there were many boxes, but another $100 tip ended all complaints. Mary & hubby reached room 719 and picked up where they had left off in the limo. In seconds, Mary was down to her lingerie and hubby had lost his shirt. They were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Ooh, get the door, I'm sure it's Cassie," Mary said as she lounged back on the bed. Hubby hustled to the door, but when he opened it, he was met with cameras and lights. "What the hell?" he asked. "Sorry, sir, wrong room," one of the photographers said, but he continued clicking. "We were told there was a celebrity here." "Well, not in here, there's not." He replied, shutting the door. Eventually Cassie made it to the room, and the luggage was delivered. Hubby did make a brief mention of wanting to look and see why they had so many pieces of luggage, but Mary, who was on him teasing at the time of his comment, chose that second to finally allow his cock to slip into her. His face was a mixture of excitement and relief as Mary began to slowly move up and down on his shaft. She kept moving slowly so that he couldn't reach ejaculation, and Cassie was actually holding his hips down so that he couldn't even get a great thrust. At one point she eased completely off and hubby let out a primal groan, "Nooooo." Cassie asked to get on for a while and rode him gently at first, still slowly, but she was much more in rhythm than Mary had been. And at just the right moment, after only 15 or 20 pumps, she lowered herself all the way and tightened her pussy muscles, leading hubby to explode inside of her with the most satisfying orgasm that he had ever had. After allowing him to cum as much as he possibly could, the girls began soothingly rubbing him and stayed with him until he fell fast asleep. When they were certain he was out, they got up, got dressed and slipped out of the room, leaving a pre-typed note behind. They then hurried to the lobby, as Cassie had prearranged to be meeting some people there, and Mary was headed to the limo to go home. As Mary left, Cassie began meeting people who came in and handed her folders in exchange for cash. She met with three of four of these gentlemen and then went to a different Hilton room and went to bed. FEBRUARY 15th Cassie woke up the next morning, showered, had a nice breakfast and headed to a conference room in the hotel. Hubby woke up alone, with a headache and was not quite sure where he was. Looking around the room, he saw his luggage but no sign of anyone else. "What the hell?" he thought, "Was all that a dream? No, it couldn't be; I'm here and the room is just like I remember." He then remembered the suite and opened the connecting door. He saw some plain boxes stacked up but no Cassie or Mary. He walked into the bathroom and saw a typed note that read, "Urgent: Conference Room B at 8:00." He saw that it was 7:45, so he ducked into the shower briefly and got dressed. When he opened the luggage, he thought that it was odd that he appeared to have so many clothes for an overnight, but he was in a hurry and didn't think about it much. He was approaching the conference room at about 8:05 when he heard someone shout his name from the lobby. He turned and saw a friend from college, Gene, who had been his lawyer from time to time over the years. "Good to see you, Gene," he said. "Yes, yes, you too, now let's get in there; you can't keep an arbitrator waiting," Gene replied. "What?" "Come on? Someone called me from your office yesterday and said to be here at 8:00; now, let's get in there," Gene explained as they hustled into the conference room. Hubby smiled seeing Cassie there, looking as beautiful as ever, but then he noticed that the man next to her wasn't smiling and the man at the end of the table certainly was not smiling. "Thank you for joining us," the man on the end said, "Need I remind you that 8:00 usually means 8:00 in court proceedings." "No sir," Gene answered, "We're sorry." "What is this?" hubby asked, but Gene shot him a look that shut him up. "We're here today to hear an emergency petition regarding the imminent divorce of you two. Now I understand that the wife is asking for the home, half of the cash in all accounts, her clothing, jewelry, personal items and the home furnishings, as well as $4000 per month in alimony. I suppose that you aren't going to just agree to that so we can go, are you?" "Well, no sir, I have here a copy of a prenuptial agreement between the parties." Gene answered. Hubby's head was pounding; he could hear these words, but they made no sense. "You want a divorce?" He said to his wife. "Oh lord," the arbitrator said, "Yes, that's obviously why we're all here, sir. You signed the divorce petition and request for arbitration several weeks ago; I have the originals right here." "Do you have copies?" he asked looking at hubby's lawyer. Looking through the faxes from the day before, he saw the paperwork. "We do, sir." He answered. "Very well, now kindly allow your attorney to handle the arguments, will you?" the arbitrator said to hubby. The man next to Cassie spoke, "We asked that the prenuptial agreement be set aside due to adultery sir." "Very well, do you have any proof of the alleged adultery?" the lawyer was asked. "Yes sir, please look at the packet in front of you, you as well," Cassie's lawyer said that last part while looking at Gene. He continued, "My client has suspected unfaithfulness for quite some time, so when her husband went to work yesterday without so much as mentioning that it was Valentine's Day, she suspected that something was up. She hired a few private investigators to follow him. As you can see from the following photographs, her husband entered Phillipe's Restaurant just before 7:00 last night. At approximately 7:15, this woman entered the restaurant, spoke to the maître d and then sat with him." "That was my wife!" hubby interjected. "You'll get your chance, sir, now, silence!" the arbitrator said angrily. "Please continue," he said to Cassie's attorney. "Yes, sir, well, aside from the obvious physical differences in the photographs, sir, we have a signed statement from the maître d; it states that this woman entered the restaurant and asked for a man she didn't know; eventually they deduced that it was this gentleman, and she was seated with him. They ate their meal and left the restaurant then entered a waiting limo. Sometime later, they entered the Hilton Hotel. Note that our men at the Hilton were in far better position and closer than those in the restaurant so the pictures were closer and clearer. This clearly was not my client. Plus, they jokingly introduced her as a 'Girlfriend' at the front desk. Next, we have several photos actually taken in his hotel room. He answered the door for our photographers, expecting his luggage, and we got shots of him half-dressed and this woman on the bed in nothing but lingerie." "Very well, now your turn," the arbitrator turned to Gene. Gene looked at his client who at this point angrily exploded, "This is ridiculous. That was Cassie in the restaurant; she was just wearing a wig." "A wig?" the arbitrator asked, glancing at Cassie." Cassie rolled her eyes which sent hubby into more of a rage, "It was." He was now gritting his teeth. "Ok, Ok, settle down," he said trying to calm him down, "What about these other pictures? This woman isn't your wife, right?" "No," he answered, "That's her sister." He grinned as though he had explained it. "Her sister?" the arbitrator asked, "You do realize that doesn't really help your case? Adultery is adultery even if it was with your wife's sister; in fact, that is actually much worse, sir." "I don't have a sister, judge." Cassie quietly added. The arbitrator looked back at the husband as he said, "I didn't think you did," to his wife. "What? Well, you just told me... Never mind. Ok, it's not her sister; can you explain how you got into the limo with your wife in a wig and got out a short time later with her sister, or not her sister, whatever," the arbitrator asked. "Sure, we had to get out because my wife wasn't dressed," hubby replied. "So your story is that your wife was in the limo the whole time?" he asked. "Yes," was his reply. The next question came quickly, "And why was she nude?" "Well, we all had been, I guess she was just slow getting dressed." He replied. Another follow up, "Ok, well where did the second woman come from? This one who was apparently wearing the exact same dress shoes and hairstyle, judging from these pictures?" "She was waiting when we entered the limo, sir." He answered. "I've heard enough," the arbitrator said. "I cannot accept that your wife met you on Valentine's Day, in disguise no less, took you to a limo where there was a lookalike waiting in her exact ensemble, then got undressed and allowed you and this other woman to go to a hotel room." Valentine's Day Divorce "Is there any further evidence that I should consider?" he asked. "Yes sir," Cassie spoke. "Sir, I was home last night; I called my husband's cell phone twice from our home phone looking for him. I was on the internet, and I watched a pay-per-view movie. All of those things should be easy enough to verify." "I really didn't need more from you, young lady, but do you have a response?" he looked at Gene. "She was with me, not at home," hubby nearly shouted. "Check your messages, dear," Cassie sweetly said. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it on; funny, why was it off he thought for a second. The phone beeped that there were two messages. "Play them on speaker, please," the arbitrator said. Hubby put the phone on speaker and was in disbelief as the two messages played; it even stated which number the messages came from. It hit him seconds later what had happened and he exclaimed, "Wait, we went by the house for a while; that's when she must have left the messages." "Oh, not again," the arbitrator said, "And in your version, where were you while she was leaving these messages?" "I was in the limo with Mary; I couldn't go in the house because I wasn't dressed," hubby stated. "Mary?" the arbitrator asked. "Her sister," hubby answered. "Not my sister," Cassie said. The arbitrator looked incredulously at the husband, "So, you are admitting to having sexual relations with this other woman? Whoever she is, right?" "But my wife said it was a surprise?" he answered, realizing that this didn't sound good. "What?" Cassie asked, faking a surprised sound. "Just stop, everyone," the arbitrator said, "This is insane. I'm ready to rule. The wife will receive the home, home furnishings and her personal items; the husband will receive the cash and stocks up to the value of the home. Above and beyond that, everything shall be split 50/50. The wife will receive alimony in the amount of $3000 per month which shall continue until she remarries." "Now, when can these items be split up?" the arbitrator said to them all. Cassie's lawyer spoke, "My client suspected all of this, sir, so she packed all of her husband's things into luggage and boxes and has had them placed in his suite here at the hotel," "You bitch!" hubby exclaimed as the full realization of what had happened final sunk in. Her lawyer ignored the outburst and continued, "In light of the obvious anger, we ask that a restraining order be put in place, he be ordered not to contact my client except through me, and to make all requests for any items that may have been missed through me as well." "Very reasonable," the arbitrator agreed. He added that to his order and handed copies to all those present in the room. Hubby looked at Gene and said quietly, "I got fucked." "I hope you did, old friend, and I hope it was worth it," he replied.