Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party - Sex Stories

Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party

... for Cassie – both thanks to Cliff – they all resumed their mingling, and a few numbers were exchanged.

“So,” Eddie said, eyeing Tara, “I noticed you didn’t give your number to anybody, unlike Cassie over there.” Tara smiled at the vision of Cassie, who seemed so demure and fresh compared to the cum covered, gangbang whore from an hour before.

“Yeah, I’m good on that,” Tara said. “I wouldn’t mind getting yours, though.”

“For sure.” He entered his number into her phone. “And remember, this isn’t to date seriously. This is just for fun, which is what you deserve now, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious. Do your thing, I’ll do my thing, but we definitely will be doing the thing together.”

Tara nodded, then they hugged, pecked each other on the lips, and he exited along with the other eleven youngsters. Right on cue, some of the women who were supposed to be attending the divorce party rolled in.

“Heey,” said a slim, middle-aged white woman with a blonde bob, “so sorry to be late. That drive from the other place took forever. But I told you we’d be here.” This woman who spoke with them earlier when the confusion was exposed kept stepping until she stopped within touching distance of the divorcees.

“Oh wow, so glad you all decided to come over still, but I’m not sure what else is really left,” Tara said.

“Now, don’t you be like that now,” Cassie said in her oversized sweatpants and drawn hoodie.

“Cassie, love, what are you wearing?” the lady asked. “You, of ...

... all people, I expected to come out sizzling. Speaking of which, who were those guys?”

“They were the guys who were supposed to be where you were.”

“No way.”

The divorcees explained the situation, sans the group sex, of course, as the few women present listened, and grimaces of envy spread amongst them.

“Listen, we might’ve lost a lot of time, but fuck it, we’re new women, and I decree that we party till the sun comes up.” Cassie smacked Tara’s rear, drawing out a yelp and asked, “You in, bitch?”

“Ugh, it’s so la…”

Cassie stared at her with raised brows and an unamused countenance, so Tara surrendered and said, “Let’s get this shit started!”

Cliff switched the stereo to upbeat pop music, and the ladies present started to dance wildly. After a few songs, one of the other women told the divorcees they had a surprise for them.

“Now what on earth can that be?” Cassie asked, but then she cupped her mouth and buried her face into Tara’s shoulder. Tara folded her lips as she stared at the door, and all the ladies started screaming and jumping for joy. At the door stood a tall, chiseled, dark-skinned man wearing an open fireman’s coat with only a pair of red briefs underneath and a huge bulge which he thrust to the roused screams of the female audience.

“We got you a stripper!” said a random attendee.

Tara and Cassie giggled at each other, and considering the night they had before Mr. Fireman arrived, his presence was akin to devouring the main course ...