The Quit Claim Deed

Authors note: This is fiction. It is dedicated to every man who ever got fucked over in a divorce settlement. Payback is a bitch and so are ex-wives. The Quit Claim Deed...............by X. Marx Despot I didn't know what we were going to do. My new wife and I had only been married for a few months and she had assured me before our wedding that all the details of her messy divorce the previous year had been taken care of. In truth I couldn't blame Angela.. It was her idiot friend Harriet who had told her she didn't need a lawyer, that they were "Modern Liberated Females of the 90's", and that together they could see to all the details. At first it seemed that Harriet knew what she was doing but then we found out about the house and the Quit Claim Deed, or rather the the lack of one. Let me back up a little for you. Angela had been married when she was 18 and still a virgin. Her first husband was Jack and I've never understood what she saw in him. He was a rough talking, rather crude man and not even all that good looking. If I do say so myself I am much more handsome with my blue eyes and blonde hair and I work out three times a week to keep myself in good shape. Jack never seemed to care that much about anything but beer, boxing matches, and chasing women. He and my dear wife had been married for seven years and as she had described them to me they were a humiliating and almost unbearable time for Angela. He refused to treat her as an equal and instead acted as though her purpose in life was to take care of the house and satisfy his unnatural sexual appetite. After we became close, Angela had described to me in detail the horrid sexual acts that Jack had forced her to perform. He had made her dress in the most slutty and revealing way, wearing tight short skirts and see through blouses with little or sometimes no underwear! My dear wife Angela has a stunningly attractive figure with large breasts and a slim waist with full womanly hips. At 5'5" tall and 119 pounds she is always in good shape due to her aerobics teaching and the healthy diet that she sticks to. Also, her long blonde hair is alway kept clean and well brushed and her big blue eyes sparkle with vitality and health. Because of this it made me sick that he would dress her in such a horrid and degrading manner. She told me that he used to force her to wear these terrible, revealing outfits and then parade her around in front of his friends at parties and sometimes even in bars and restaurants in front of total strangers. Then he would take her home and make her perform all sorts of perverted acts with him. She said he would make her have sex in degrading positions and force her to take his penis in her mouth! Once she even told me that he had made her engage in anal sex and I was shocked that any man would force his wife into such a unnatural act. That type of humiliation was over now for Angela since we were together and I would never ask her to do anything that was unnatural or degrading to her as a liberated woman. She had suffered without realizing that what he had put her through was wrong until at the age of 25 she had met Harriet. I had to give Harriet credit for one thing, she was the one who had introduced Angela to the women's liberation movement and she had given her the guidance and the strength to divorce Jack and free herself from his perverted ways. The trouble was that Harriet had told Angela she didn't need a lawyer and now that was coming back to haunt us. In the divorce, Jack had kept all the stocks, his business, and all the savings accounts. Angela hadn't cared about those things just as long as she kept the big old house she had inherited from her Grandma. It was a gorgeous two story house with oak floors and a white picket fence around it. At the time of the divorce Harriet had made sure that Jack had signed papers that removed his name from the bank loan that they had on it, (Jack had mortaged the house and used the money to buy a new sportscar), and she thought that the house was safe because of that. What she didn't know was that she had forgotten to have Jack sign a Quit Claim Deed and because of that we found out that he still owned half of our house! His name had been removed from the loan so we were on the hook for the $100,000 debt but he still could force us to sell the house and give him half of it's $125,000 v alue! We stood to lose almost $165,000! "I can't believe this, how could something so unfair happen?", I asked my wife. "The bank says that since we screwed up at the time of the divorce the only thing we can do is ask him to sign off on the house and hope he does it.", she said with a worried look. "What about Harriet?", I asked, "She got us into this mess, is she going to do anything to help us?" "Uh I asked her about it", Angela said quietly, "She said she is going to be far too busy for the next few months with her campaign to stop the degrading display of women in Petfood ads on television." Well so much for Harriet and the sisterhood of liberated women helping us. I told my wife that we would just have to approach Jack and appeal to his sense of fairplay and decency. If we just asked him, maybe he would sign the papers. "I don't know about that Jamie," she said as she shook her head, "He was awfully mad about it when I joined the women's movement last year and divorced him, but we can try it I guess." She called Jack and made an appointment to go to his house and discuss the matter. When we got there he was sitting in a recliner in his jeans with no shirt drinking a beer. We explained the problem and the next thing I knew he was laughing uproariously. "So let me get this straight Angie", he chuckled, "You divorce me and run off with that old Bull Dyke Feminist Harriett last year, and now you're married to Pretty Boy here and you want me to sign a paper that will cost me $60,000 just because it's the right thing to do. Why the fuck do you think I would do that?" "Now see here!", I said indignantly, "I won't have you using that kind of language around my wife Sir!" "Shut the fuck up Pretty Boy", Jack said roughly, "I was sticking my cock into this little slut before you ever met her and I'll talk to her any way I want to, especially in my own house. How would you like it if I break your nose, you won't be so pretty then will you?" "Please stop it, both of you stop it!", said Angela, "Jamie, please let me handle this." Angela looked at Jack and said, "Jack, there must be some way that you would be willing to sign this paper for us. Please Jack, what do you want me to do?" "I'll tell you what I'll do", said Jack as he leered at my sweet wife, "You are still looking mighty good Angie Baby. I'll sign the paper for you but first you have to be my whore for 24 hours. You have to do anything I tell you to do, no matter what. That's the only way I'll sign it. How about it Angie? It'll be just like the good old days, you always loved getting fucked anyway, didn't you?" I started to protest but Angela took me by the arm and pulled me into the corner and begged me to understand. She told me that she just couldn't lose the house and that she knew Jack. Once he made up his mind nothing would change it. I finally saw that there was nothing we could do but to give in to his blackmail. We went back over to where he sat drinking his beer, and Angela said, "O.K. Jack, you win. I'll be yours for the day but then the house is mine." "One more thing Jack", I said, trying to look as menacing as I could, "There's no way that I'm going to leave my wife alone with you so I'll be there the whole time, understand?" Jack just laughed and replied, "I wouldn't have it any other way Pretty Boy. I can't wait to have you watch me fuck your precious wife. Did she ever tell you about how much she likes it up her tight little ass?" Before we left, Jack ordered Angela to go through her old closet and take some of what he called her "slut clothes". He told her he wanted to see her in nothing but those outfits over the next day. Then he told us he would expect us the next day no later than 3:00 p.m. The next day I waited nervously while my wife prepared to go to Jack's place. When she came out of the bedroom I was shocked and dismayed at how she was dressed. Her makeup was more heavy than I was used to and her outfit was outrageous. She had on a tiny yellow one piece spandex jumpsuit with a zipper that went up the front from the crotch to the neckline. It was skintight and had short shorts on the bottom and the top had a scooped neckline that was so low that her nipples were barely covered even when it was zipped up all the way. It was very evident that she had on no bra and her big brown nipples were visible through the thin yellow fabric. Her firm bottom was practically naked since the shorts displayed at least two inches of her butt cheeks on each side. The suit was so tight that from the front you could clearly see the lips of her pussy through the material. "My Heavens Angela", I said in dismay, "You can't be serious about wearing that! You look like, well, uh, you look like, uh....." "Say it Jamie", she said with her eyes downcast, "I look like some cheap whore, don't I? I can't help it Jamie, I know Jack and this is what he wants. If we want our house back we have to go along with it." I knew that she was right and I understood what she was saying. What I didn't understand was that in spite of the fact that I knew how degrading to women this type of clothing was, I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants. I had never felt quite so excited when looking at her before even though I knew it was wrong. When we got to Jack's neighborhood there was a big cook-out going on at his neighbor's house and there were so many cars that we had to park down the street and walk two blocks to get to his house. The party was almost all black men and as soon as Angela got out of the car they started staring at her outfit. When we got close to them we could hear them making rude remarks about my wife's body. "Hey Blondie!", screamed a huge black guy with a bald head, "You coming to our party? I saved a seat for you, on my face!" Then he stuck out his tongue and made licking motions at my poor embarassed wife. "Look at the fucking tits on that little bitch", said another, "Dump the pretty boy and we'll show you how a real man fucks a woman!" We didn't know what to do but ignore them so we just kept walking and knocked on Jack's door. When he answered he took a long leering look at my wife and then said, "You always did know how to dress to give me a hard dick, didn't you Angie?" We followed him in and then he turned and said, "Now Angie looks so good I think that old Pretty boy here needs to have a new outfit too. Then he handed me a paper bag. "Now Pretty Boy", he said, "While you change into your new clothes, your little woman is gonna suck my cock for me. Now both of you get to it!" I started to argue but one look at my wife's face and I knew that I had to cooperate so that she wouldn't lose her Grandma's house. I began to take off my clothes and I was silently thankful that I had spent so much time in the gym working out. Even though I am only 5'7" tall I am in good shape and my body is well defined and I wasn't afraid to let Jack see me. I was amazed when I opened the bag and found a little pair of brown leather panties and a matching vest. The only other thing in the bag was a pair of sandals and a brown leather cap sort of like a Motorcycle cop wears. I felt ridiculous in the outfit but there was nothing I could do but put it on. I was much more upset about what was going on beside me. My wife had dropped to her knees in front of her ex-husband. Then Jack unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the ground. "Pull it out bitch", he ordered my wife, "You know how to do it, you've sucked it plenty of times before haven't you slut?" I watched wih a combination of horror and fascination as my wife stuck her hand inside his underwear and grasped her ex-husband's cock. With her other hand she pulled his underwear down and I was shocked when I saw his member. It was at least 9 inches long and twice as big around as my own. I only had about 5 inches and until then I had thought that I was adequately endowed. Angela held his huge cock in both hands and ran her tongue up and down it's length, finally stopping and licking little circles around the head. He grunted and grabbed her by her blonde hair and pulled her lips over his member. "That's it Angie", he moaned, "You always were a damn good cocksucker. Now lick my balls like you always used to bitch!" Angie's tongue snaked down his big cock to his balls and then she licked all around his bag until they were drenched in her saliva. "Don't stop now bitch, you've done it enough times to know what I like next", he grinned. Then he put his foot up on a kitchen chair and my sweet wife lifted his balls out of the way and began to lick his asshole! I couldn't believe she would perform such a perverted act but she did it as though it wasn't the first time. Her tongue went round and round his asshole and then she stuck it up into his anus and poked it in and out as he stroked his huge cock with his hand. Suddenly Jack grabbed Angie's blonde hair and roughly pulled her head away from his ass, saying, "Open your fucking mouth slut!". His cock began to spew cum into her mouth, making her gag and the excess splashed across my bride's pretty face. "Hey Pretty Boy", he sneered, "I'll bet she never did that for you did she? That's only the beginning of what I taught this little whore to do." Then he rubbed his slimy dick over her face and she began to lick his juices off of it, cleaning it till it was spotless.. When he was satisfied he pulled Angela to her feet and began to roughly play with her big firm tits and then he turned to me and said, "Hey Angie, How do you like your pretty husband's new outfit? Maybe we could get him a job sucking cock down at the Bus station!" I stood in my leather panties and vest with the riciculous hat and hung my head in shame. He had dressed me like some sort of Gay leather freak and used my wife like his personal whore. What was even more humiliating was that I couldn't help myself and my cock was standing at full attention from watching the erotic display my wife had just put on. "He's starting to get a hard pecker Angie! He likes watching you suck cock." He then ordered Angie to pull out my cock and show him my humiliation. "I thought you were getting a hard on Pretty Boy", he laughed at me, "Is that all the bigger it's gonna get? Don't bother with that little noodle Angie, wash your face, we're going out for groceries." I couldn't believe that he was making us go out in the outrageous clothes he had dressed us in. Here I was looking like a refugee from the village people and my wife was dressed like some whore from a porno film. He said that if I didn't want to go I could stay behind but if I went I was wearing what I had on. I couldn't leave my wife without protection so I decided to go along. After all we didn't live in this neighborhood so maybe we wouldn't see anyone we knew. I didn't know how evil Jack was until we got in the car and Jack drove us back to our part of town to the very grocery store where we always shopped! Before we got out of the car Jack reached over and rubbed his hand briskly between my wife's legs, making her clit hard and bringing her almost to the point of orgasm. Then he reached inside her little shorts suit and pinched her nipples, making sure they were stiff and swollen. Finally he pulled down her zipper until her tits were almost totally exposed, in fact if you stood to either side, her nipples could be easily seen. I couldn't help myself and when we got out of the car my cock was stiff and making a huge tent in the front of my leather panties. When we got inside the store, I was horrified to see that the manager, who I knew from my tenure on the board of a local charity, was standing in the produce aisle. When Jack grabbed a cart and headed us that way I knew there was no way to avoid him. He looked at me and Angela with shock and then that turned to lust as he stared at my wife's practically naked body displayed before him. "Why Hello Jamie!", he said as he stared at my wife's tits, "Uh, What are you two up to today? Are you uh, going to a costume party or something?" Before I could try to make up some sort of excuse, Jack wrapped his arm around my wife and began pinching her nipple through the thin material and said, "Oh No, Jamie just likes the feel of leather against his bare skin, he and Angela here have a very adventurous relationship you know." He continued to play with my wife's tit right in front of our friend and I was so embarassed I didn't know what to say. "Angie", Jack said, "Why don't you fetch me some of those apples, the ones on the bottom shelf there." The manager watched in undisguised lust as my wife bent over to get the apples. When she did so her tits hung forward out of her top and her ass was on display to both men. Her little shorts were so tight and short that a tiny bit of her blonde pubic hair showed on each side of crotch. "Well", Jack laughed and nudged the manager with his elbow, "I guess that stops any rumours about Jamie's little bride not being a natural blonde doesn't it!" As Angela put the apples in the cart I could see Jack talking privately with the manager. They finished their conversation and then Jack motioned for us to follow the two of them and we all walked into the back room. When we got there Jack turned to Angie and pulled the zipper on her suit completely down till her tits hung out completely and the manager began to roughly squeeze and play with them. "What the hell is going on?", I said indignantly. "Shut up Pretty boy", said Jack as he pushed me backwards, "You and the whore are going to get a house out of this deal and your friend here is going to give me free groceries for a year!" As I watched, the manager grabbed my dear wife and shoved her face down over a big stack of boxes and then pulled his pants down to his ankles. He reached around in front and squeezed and pinched her big tits and then pulled the leghole of her shorts over to one side and bared her tight little pussy. With his other hand he slid his cock into her warmth, grunting and humping against her ass with all his strenghth. "This is fucking great Jamie", the manager grunted as he plowed into my wife, "I've been wanting to fuck this little slut for the last six months. I knew any bitch with a body this hot had to be a good fuck but I never knew you two had such an open marriage." I couldn't continue to watch and I turned away as he kept fucking my wife with a vengance. Suddenly he yelled, "Oh Yes, milk my cock with your pussy you little slut, I'm cumming, oh damn I'm cumming!" He pulled his dick out of my wife and as his cum ran down her leg it hit me that since Angie didn't react well to the pill, she wasn't on any sort of birth control. In fact she had been making me wear a condom but here was this stranger filling her fertile cunt with his sperm. As Angela pulled her clothes back together, Jack and the manager finished up the details of their deal. Then the manager turned to me and said, "Your wife is one great fuck Jamie, Now that I know you like to watch her get fucked, I'll tell all the guys at the gym about her. I'll bet you wouldn't mind letting those guys get into your little leather panties either would you Jamie!" Then he winked at me knowingly and patted Angela on the ass one last time before we went back out into the store. We went through a couple of aisles without any problem but then we turned into the cereal aisle and I could have died from embarassment. There was Hal Brockman, one of the guys from my softball team. He was a big stocky guy who I never truly cared for much. In fact he really didn't like me at all since he had been the outfielder until I took his position last year. I knew that he would have plenty to say about the way that I was dressed, not to mention the little shorts suit that Angela was wearing! I knew it was coming but I could have died when I heard Hal say, "Well I'll be damned if it ain't Jamie and his hot little wife. Wow Angela, that is some little outfit you got on. What the hell are you doing Jamie? You going queer on us or something? I'm going to have to tell the team to keep an eye on you in the locker room or you'll start grabbing our cocks or something!" Hal laughed at what he thought was his rapier like wit and then I noticed Jack go up to him and say something I couldn't hear. Hal came over to me and said, "Hey Jamie, this guys says that Angela sucked his cock and licked out his ass today. How about letting me have a taste if you're going to pass your wife around." Jack grabbed Angela by the arms and pulled her over to Hal and then tugged down the zipper uncovering her big firm tits. "Go ahead and play with her tits a little.", Jack said, "I own the little slut today and if you're a friend of Jamie's I'll share with you." I watched in disgust as Hal put his big meaty hands on my wife's naked tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. Then he plunged his hand down the front of her shorts and I heard her moan as he thrust his finger into her tight pussy. "I can't believe I'm fingerfucking this little slut", he laughed, "I always knew you were a fucking wimp Jamie but this really proves it. I'm gonna tell all the guys about this." "That's enough Gomer", said Jack, "I'm taking the little bitch home with me now so fuck off!" Hal didn't want to take his hands out of Angela's pants but he knew better than to argue with Jack when he said he was ready to go. One look in Jack's eyes told you that he wasn't the kind of man that you messed with. I thought my humiliation would never stop but suddenly Jack announced that he was bored and wanted to go to his place so he could have a beer. I had no idea that I was about to go out of the frying pan and into the fire. continued in part two 3449 1.32/512345