Revenge of the Soriority Sisters - Ginger's Ale - Sex Stories

Revenge of the Soriority Sisters - Ginger's Ale

If she was anything, Della McDonald was an entrepreneur. She had dabbled in several fields, trying something new every two years to broaden her horizons and to experience all that she could in life as a successful single woman. At 31 she was attractive, socially popular and enjoyed every day in her new adventure as a psychologist. Her daily routine lately began with a cup of latte at her favorite coffee shop just two blocks from her office. Today she emerged from the shop, holding a cup of the warm remnants of her latte when she spotted a woman getting out of a taxi cab close by. “Ginger! Ginger Forbes!” she yelled to the woman. Della and Ginger had been best friends in college but she hadn’t seen Ginger in two years. Ginger turned and immediately recognized Della. “Della! Oh my God, you look fabulous! It’s Ginger Brantley now, though, I got married,” she said. Della noticed that Ginger, however, looked much older than her 31 years. She looked tired, worn out and thin. They went back into the coffee shop and chatted for almost an hour, catching up. Della finally asked, “How have you been, Ginger? You look a little frazzled.” “As a matter fact, I’m weary as hell,” she answered. “I came downtown today to get the papers together; I’m divorcing Frank, my husband.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” said Della. “It’s been coming for a long time, Della. He’s abused me emotionally, physically and sexually for the past six months and I can’t take it.” “Why haven’t you left him sooner, then?” ...

... Della asked. “Frank inherited quite a large fortune from his family, and although he’s not very bright, he knew enough to have me sign a prenuptial agreement. If either of us files for divorce within the first year of our marriage, I get nothing; no alimony, nothing.” “How long have you been married, Ginger?” “Just 9 months, but I can’t take it any longer, Della. He’s getting more and more sexually aggressive and demanding. He wants me to do decadent things and he’s only interested in his own pleasure. I haven’t been…um… satisfied sexually in three months. He just gets on and gets off, so to speak and leaves me; he’s very selfish.” “I’m a psychologist now, and I have my practice in a new office downtown,” Della said. “Maybe you two could come in and I could try to help you out?” “He’d never go for that,” Ginger said sadly, but then her face brightened up. “Wait a minute! I just thought of something; he has been trying to quit smoking and nothing has worked. I could tell him that you have a way to help him quit. At least he might come in with me and maybe you could work the conversation around to the sex,” she said hopefully. Della leaned back against the booth and thought a moment and then asked pensively, “How long before your divorce papers will be ready?” “About two weeks,” answered Ginger. “Why?” “I think I can convince him that he can quit smoking by giving you oral sex,” Della said with a grin. “Really? How?” Ginger asked, edging up to the table between them. “Tell him ...