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Pete broke the moment. "Well if you think you're getting money from this divorce-"
"I think she was clear it wasn’t about the money-"
"Butt out, diner girl!” Pete shouted angrily at Sophie, who pursed her lips but raised her eyebrows.
The bikers looked to Pete Rafferty as if he had just committed the most heinous of crimes.
“And I'm not dragging myself through the mud for you, Penny. What reasons are you going to give for why you want this, huh? I'd reject any opinions that I'm in the wrong here-"
"I don't care what I have to do or say, I'm getting this divorce."
"You gonna commit adultery, huh? That’s the only way I think you could swing it-" Pete goaded her. He thought she wouldn't, she couldn't.
But she could. She would. She wasn’t taking this anymore. She stood up tall, eyed the room around her, her gaze caught on the bikers. She strode forward, and grabbed one of them by the lapels of his leather. He was big, dark-haired, and older. His name was Lyle. He looked like everything her wimpy, clean-cut husband wasn’t. Then, she puckered up and planted a big, wet smooch on his lips.
His eyes were wide with surprise. Then half-hooded. He caught her wrists firmly in his hands, pulled her closer, and opened his mouth. They both groaned with need.
Surprise flitted across Penny’s face now. Suddenly raw, suddenly desperate and ravenous. Everyone in the room shamelessly watched the kiss. It escalated, Lyle and Penny locked together, eyes closed, tongues flicking, kissing with reckless, wild abandon.
Pete looked pissed. But not heart-broken. Not devastated and distraught, as a husband should look if his wife openly kissed another man.
Pete Rafferty cleared his throat theatrically. Penny and Lyle disconnected, staring at each other.
"Oh big wow, you kissed another man-” Rafferty began. “One kiss does not a divorce make, sweetheart."
"Big wow? Since when are we in the third grade?” Colt commented.
Lyle tossed his hair out of his face and purred. "Come here again, baby, I’ll give you what you want and more. You wanna get knocked up? You wanna have a big cock pounding you, you wanna explore your fantasies-"
"Oh please, how cliché!" Pete laughed.
Lyle looked past Penny to Pete. "Ten inches, fuckwad."
Sophie blinked. "Ten inches?"
Pete frowned. "Ten inches?"
Ash nodded nonchalantly, staring Pete down. "Ten inches. That's why we call him Big Papa."
Sophie’s eyebrows flew up. Colt looked sideways at her. "I don't, just for the record."
Penny took a deep breath in, as if she was bracing herself for a bungee jump. Instead, she yanked open her black silk blouse. Her large, buxom boobs, encased in black lace jiggled forward.
Lyle groaned.
Pete scoffed.
Ash smirked.
Colt rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
Sophie bit her lip at the ice cream counter.
Lyle lurched forward, pushing Penny onto one of the tables. She plopped on and put her hand onto Lyle’s belly, skimming her lacquered nails over his flesh. Everyone in the room felt that. Lyle was all over her, he reached his giant hands and cupped Penny’s ample boobs, practically pouring them out of the black lace cups. Lyle unhooked Penny's breasts from the lace that was bunched up underneath and merely acted as an extra push up for Penny’s tits.
Everyone watched with a mixture of shock, amusement and arousal as Lyle leaned down and motorboated them with his mouth.
Lyle, face deep in Penny's cleavage, took his hands to his belt and began to undo himself. That was the final straw for Pete Rafferty.
