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Charles and Diana Ch. 01

By: surober1



Author's Note: The character of Diana Maitland was originally created for a serial story entitled "Encounters with John Wayne" in the Celebrities category. I so love this character that I just couldn't let her story end there...so now, here she is...about to become a "Loving Wife." 

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Several weeks after Diana Maitland said good-bye to John Wayne, her big man, in March 1956, she was at an Irish-style Pub with her girlfriends in downtown Los Angeles on a Friday evening. At about 8:30, she noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at her with the same type of burning look that she used to see in the big man's eyes. He sort of reminded her of the way the big man had looked in "Rio Grande," but younger, about the same age as she—around 30-ish. This man had thick, dark brown hair and a mustache, and piercing grayish blue eyes under his heavy, expressive brows. Her pussy started to tingle slightly as she got the feeling he was envisioning things he wanted to do to her, and she was starting to envision things like that as well. Part of her heart stirred as the tingles between her legs started to spread up her spine.

When a couple men approached her and her girlfriends to ask if any of them wanted to play darts or something, she shook her head no but nodded at her girlfriends to go ahead, and she stayed seated at their table and kept glancing at the man staring at her. Her drink was empty so she got up and walked to the bar several feet away from him and set her glass down, and the bartender asked her if she wanted a refill. She nodded, so the bartender poured her another whiskey, neat, and she saw the man staring at her crook his eyebrow at her choice of drink—it looked eerily similar to the way the big man crooked his.

As she went to pay for her drink, the man got up and walked over to her telling the bartender that he was paying for it. She noticed he was a just a few inches shorter than the big man, but he seemed to have a sexy, manly physique—wide shoulders, a large chest and a tapered abdomen under his very business-like suit. He stared at her for a moment and then asked, "Are you here with any of the men you've been talking to tonight?" She shook her head no. "Do you have a boyfriend, fiancé, husband or lover?" Again she shook her head. Then he said in a deep, sexy voice that made her soul stir from a familiar echo, "Good. Then I won't have to beat the shit out of some man for messing with my future wife. I'm Charles Richards, and you belong to me now, pretty lady."

She was taken aback by his boldness at first, so she tried to walk away from him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back and against him, wrapping her arm behind her back, and then kissed her, leaning her backwards—reminding her of the scene in "The Quiet Man" when Sean first kisses Mary Kate when he finds her in his cottage. Her pussy flooded with wetness when she felt his hard cock pressed against the front of her crotch, and she felt herself melting into him...all except for that piece of her heart that had already been claimed years ago by the first man of her dreams—John Wayne.

Diana put her face on Charles Richards' chest and took a few seconds to recover from the kiss that he planted on her. He had boldly told her that she was his future wife and belonged to him now...who the hell did he think he was? Mary Kate had gotten mad in that scene, and so did she, because she had felt his hard cock pressed against her and she thought maybe he was handing her some line because he just wanted to fuck her. She stepped back from him and swung her arm back to slap his face, which he fended off almost as well as John Wayne had in that scene, so she glared at him and said in her best Mary Kate imitation, "It's a bold one you are! And who gave you leave to be kissin' me!"

Charles looked surprised for a few seconds...ah, a fellow John Wayne fan! He was surprised, however, at her temper; she wasn't a redhead—she had the most beautiful, thick, wavy, golden blonde hair he'd ever seen—just like he'd always pictured on his "dream girl." But, he knew this scene, too, so he played along using his best John Wayne voice. "So, you can talk!"

She almost grinned...he was playing along! "Yes, I can, I will and I do! And it's more than talk you'll be gettin' if you step a step closer to me!" as she backed away from him toward the bar.

"Don't worry. You've got a wollop!"

"You'll get over it, I'm thinkin'!"

"Well, some things a man doesn't get over so easy."

"Like...what supposin'?"

He backed her up against the bar and put his arms on either side of her, bracing his hands on the edge of the bar as he said the next lines. "Like the sight of a girl comin' through the fields, with the sun on her hair. Kneeling in church with a face like a saint."

"Saint indeed!"

"And now come into a man's house to clean it for him."

"But...that was just my way of bein' a good Christian act."

"I know it was, Mary Kate Danaher. And it was nice of ya."

"Notatall." And though she couldn't escape through a door behind her, she stretched up and kissed him quickly, and then just stared at him, breathing heavily, as several people around them started to clap for their performance, and they grinned at each other.

She noticed his smile right away; he had a sexy, crooked grin with a dimple in his right cheek that made his grin look more boyish than John Wayne's—and she flashed on a distant memory of a boy with a dimple that she'd seen years back...but she couldn't remember where or when. She'd noticed his eyes while he'd been staring at her; they were almost exactly the same color as her own—sparkling, grayish blue that deepened in color slightly when a look of desire came into them. And now she noticed that he had the nicest eyelashes she had ever seen on a man; they were longer, thicker and curled more naturally than her own short, sparse, straight lashes—she envied his eyelashes.

Then he stepped back from her and took her hand as he glanced around at the people clapping for them and said to her, "Take a bow!" as he started to bend forward, so she curtsied a couple times. He turned around and picked up her forgotten drink on the bar and then led her over to the table she'd been sitting at and sat her in the chair she had been occupying most of the evening. He sat next to her on her left, and stared at her for a few seconds and then said, "Now, why did you try to slap me? You could've hurt your hand!" as he chuckled slightly.

Now she wished she didn't find herself so attracted to this man because he was really starting to irritate her with his smugness. She frowned at him and said, "You seem awfully sure of yourself and of me when you know nothing about me! How can you dare to presume that I belong to you and am going to be your wife? What makes you think that we would be suited for marriage when we know nothing about each other?"

He grinned smugly at her and said, "I know more about you than you may think, and I think you've seen enough in me to make you at least interested in getting to know me." When she frowned questioningly at him, he continued, "I know you're not originally from L.A. You have a slight southern accent that you haven't quite been able to get rid of, but it lends itself nicely to an Irish brogue. If I had to guess where you're from originally, I'd probably say Virginia...eastern Virginia...and you've probably been in L.A. for about...10 years now. Probably came all the way out here with stars in your eyes and wanting to get into show biz...but you changed your mind for some reason, even though you seem very talented.

You seem to be a sexy, confidant woman now, but you're still wary of some men so I know you've been hurt in the past, and something about your wary vulnerability tells me you've never been married before, but you have been in love...probably only once. You obviously have a specific qualification that you've been looking for in a man, and I think you've seen something of that in me from the way you've been looking at me since you noticed me staring at you. I think you're a huge John Wayne fan and that I remind you of him somehow—I can live with that because I'm a big fan of his, too.

I can also tell from how you try to keep your innate sexiness in check that you've had a bit of experience with sex, despite never having been married—but I don't care about that. I'm not looking for a nice, pure, chaste little wife—I want a woman who enjoys sex as much as I do and who knows what she wants and what she's doing in bed...or wherever! And I can tell from the way you're breathing heavier, how your face has flushed and how wide your eyes are that I'm pretty damn close, or maybe even hit the nail on the head."

As she listened to him describing her almost perfectly, she became nervous and wondered what, if anything, she should tell him about her relationship with the big man. She confirmed to him that he was, indeed, very accurate in his assessment of her and asked him how he could possibly have known that much about her from just staring at her across a crowded pub.

He explained that he has degrees in psychology and psychiatry and works as a special agent for the FBI specializing in observation of human behavior. During interrogations, he studies suspects' behaviors to determine whether or not they're lying and it helps lead the interrogation in knowing what questions to ask. He can tell a lot about a person just by observing them and their mannerisms closely, which was what he'd been doing with her all evening.

She frowned in disbelief at him when he said he was an FBI agent, so he pulled his ID and badge out of his inner jacket pocket and showed it to her. Then she noticed he was wearing a very official-looking dark suit with a crisp, white shirt and a non-descript tie; other than the mustache, which made him look very sexy, he did have the look of a government agent. Then she looked at him curiously and asked, "Why me? You couldn't find anyone else more interesting in here this evening to study than me?"

His eyes smoldered at her as he leaned toward her and answered her question quietly, "No. Because you are the first woman I have ever seen that...please pardon me for saying this...made me want you the second I saw you, and made me imagine doing all kinds of...unspeakable things to you," as he ran his eyes down her body and then back up to her face, his eyes now burning hotly.

Her pussy tingled as more wetness flowed between her legs, her breathing got even heavier and her eyelids lowered as the flames of desire came up in her eyes. He was trying to speak to her so...gentlemanly...even though the look in his eyes betrayed how badly he wanted her. Then she grinned sexily as she leaned even closer to him and said provocatively, "If we weren't in a crowded pub, would you tell me about those 'unspeakable things' you want to do to me? The one man I've ever been in love with was able to make me cum the first time just by talking dirty to me, telling me what he wanted to do to me...think you could do that as well?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her slightly shocked. While he'd figured she was sexually experienced and enjoyed sex, he hadn't thought about just how sexy and sensuous she might be. Her outward appearance was that of a sexy, but reserved, woman who would play the part of a proper lady in public but turn into a total sex kitten in the bedroom; and here she was telling him that some man had made her come just by talking dirty to her and she was asking him if he thought he could do that to her! He'd never talked dirty to a woman in his life, except once when he'd been very angry at his ex-wife just before they split up—he wasn't sure he could do it again!

She saw a look of slight shock come over his face; so he hadn't been able to read her completely...thank God! She'd hoped to be able to surprise him somehow! Then she sat back in her chair again as she continued to grin sexily at him and said, "Oh, damn. Now I've managed to shock you—I thought you said you knew me well. The big man tried to warn me about being too aggressive, and now I've probably scared you and you're re-thinking whether I'd make a good wife. Just to let you know, you're the first man since the big man to stir my heart and soul enough to make me consider marrying you—if you're still interested in me, that is."

Now he was frowning in confusion. She'd thrown him slightly when he realized she was even more sensual than he'd thought; and now she was telling him that he was the first man since "the big man" to stir her heart and soul enough to consider marrying him if he was still interested in her. Hell yes, he was still interested, but—who is this "big man" she's talking about? He looked at her with questions on his face and said, "I'm just a little shocked at how...sensual you are, and no, I'm not re-thinking wanting to marry you. But who is this 'big man' you keep referring to?" he asked curiously.

She took a deep breath and thought to herself, "Here it goes..." as she exhaled slowly, then said, "John Wayne. The only man I've ever loved. I call him 'big man' and he's been the man of my dreams since I was 15 years old. I had an...encounter with him a couple years ago that ended up being the most incredible experience of my life. He fell in love with me too, and we had a very special relationship...still do actually, though we aren't in contact any more since he's married again and his wife just gave birth to their first child. I went to his last movie premiere because he invited me, and we discovered that it was just too dangerous to be around each other any more because we still love and want each other, so we agreed to not be in contact any more.

We were together for only one weekend in April of '54, but we loved a lifetime's worth in those 3 days and I'll never forget every moment with him. He owns a piece of my heart still and always will, so if knowing that doesn't bother you, then I think I could love you almost as much as I do him."

By the time she finished telling him that, he was frowning in almost total disbelief. He couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or not because there was such a dreamy look on her face at times that he was inclined to think this was more of a dream or fantasy that she was describing rather than something that could actually have happened. Then he laughed shortly and said, "Oh, come on. You actually expect me to believe that you had a weekend affair with John Wayne and that he fell in love with you? If that's true, then why didn't you marry him?"

"Marriage wouldn't have been good for us."

He stared at her in disbelief again. "Why would you think you couldn't make a good marriage with John Wayne? It couldn't possibly have been that the sex was bad because you said it was the most incredible experience of your life—or was it just that? The only thing you had going for you was that the sex was incredible?" Charles felt slight stirrings of jealousy as he thought about that, and wasn't sure he wanted to hear her answer—but she didn't answer.

"Just suffice it to say that we wouldn't have been good for each other in the long run. I've told you all I'm going to tell you about him and me. Either you believe me or you don't...it makes no difference to me as long as you don't try to hold it against me...if you still want me," she said quietly.

He sat back and tried to study her again to see if he could tell whether she was telling the truth about her brief encounter with "the big man"—as she had called John Wayne. It was obvious she had a big thing for "the big man" since she said he was the only man she had ever loved and dreamed about since she was 15 years old. But he still couldn't quite buy the story that she'd actually had sex with the man and that he'd fallen in love with her and then just let her go—that didn't sound like something he thought John Wayne would do!

He figured that she'd been candid about her feelings for John Wayne right away because she wanted him to understand that she was a HUGE fan and would want to go see every single one of his movies. Maybe she even had a shrine to the man in her home so she didn't want him to think she was crazy...maybe that's why she made up a story like that, so he wouldn't think she was just nuts because of her adoration for "the big man." That sounded like the most plausible explanation to him; he could live with her being crazy about a big star like John Wayne...as long as she didn't let it rule her life and it didn't get in the way of their future intimacy.

She'd been watching him studying her and trying to figure out if everything she told him was true. She could see on his face that he believed she was telling him the truth about her feelings for the big man, but he was having trouble with believing she actually had a relationship with him. Well, it didn't matter to her whether he believed her or not—she'd told him the truth, and if he didn't believe her, then she couldn't help that—and maybe it would keep him from asking too many questions about what had happened between her and the big man.

She had no intention of ever giving Charles Richards any intimate details about what had happened; if she actually ended up marrying Charles, what good would it do for him to know how incredible it had been between her and John Wayne? She felt his knowing that would only interfere with building any intimacy between the two of them. If Charles could satisfy her just half as well as the big man had and make her feel something of a connection with him, she would be thrilled. The few times she'd had sex over the last year or so had been just routine sex, but she needed more and Charles was the first man who'd stirred her at all since the big man.

He saw her looking at him like she was waiting for him to make up his mind on whether he still wanted her or not. Yes, he definitely wanted her...he'd never wanted another woman the way he wanted her from the first moment he laid eyes on her...no matter how crazy she might be over John Wayne. Her eyes were beginning to burn into him as much as he felt his were burning into her. He leaned toward her, handing her the glass of whiskey she hadn't touched yet and said firmly, "Finish your drink, pretty lady. I'll take you home before things heat up between us too much, too fast—we need to learn more about each other before we just jump into bed."

She grinned regretfully at him and sighed heavily, then threw her couple shots of whiskey into her mouth and gulped it down as she stood up with her purse on her arm, then held her hand toward him and said, "Lead the way, Kirby."

He'd stood up as soon as she had, and when she held her hand toward him and told him to lead the way and called him "Kirby," he frowned in confusion wondering why she called him that, and he saw her chuckling silently...she obviously wasn't going to tell him why she called him that. She was going to make him figure it out—if he could! Wait a second...she's a huge John Wayne fan and he'd said he was, too—she was challenging him to figure it out!

She hadn't denied that he reminded her of John Wayne in some way—probably one of his movie characters...which ones were named Kirby? Suddenly he remembered the movie "Rio Grande" in which Wayne's character was Col. Kirby Yorke, the same cavalry officer from "Fort Apache"; he'd had dark hair and a mustache and Maureen O'Hara had played his wife in that movie as well—her name had been Kathleen. And he recalled a scene where Kirby had entered his tent after returning from hunting some escaped Indians and found Kathleen waiting for him in the dark; he had grabbed her and kissed her passionately, spinning her to the side as he crushed her body to his and his lips to hers. Then he'd released her and said he was sorry and then told her he'd take her home.


Charles and Diana Ch. 01



She gasped suddenly as Charles reached forward with his right hand, grabbing her body and spinning her aside as he pulled her against him, his right arm around her waist and his left arm around her shoulders as he crushed his mouth to hers. Her left hand went to his right arm and then trailed up to his shoulder slowly as he kissed her passionately. He lifted his head from kissing her and looked at her for a couple seconds, then released her and pushed her slightly away from him and said, "I'm sorry, Kathleen," as he picked up her sweater off of her chair and handed it to her.

She almost smiled again as he had figured it out and was playing along with her; "Your sense of duty again, Kirby?"

"I've seen things that make my sense of duty important," he said regretfully. "I'll take you home." He started to lead her out of the bar, both of them smiling and nodding to the people around them who had witnessed this performance as well and were clapping again. A few men even broke into chorus singing the first lines of "I'll Take You Home Kathleen," which had been one of the main musical themes of that movie, making them look at each other and grin widely. Her girlfriends were among the crowd and they were grinning broadly and cheering loudly—they'd never seen her this taken with a man that she had just met, and they all hoped that he was finally THE ONE.

Charles led her out of the pub to his car, helped her into the passenger side and then came around and got in on the driver's side, but he didn't start the car. He turned to look at her and asked her to fill in some of the details about her life that he couldn't tell from just observing her, like what she did for a living, where she worked, what kinds of things she enjoyed doing in her spare time, etc.

So she told him about her jobs at the movie studio—as an administrative assistant to an executive producer and a studio recording singer, and her part-time singing gig at the nightclub. That she enjoys music and ballroom dancing, playing poker with her girlfriends, goes for target practice every few months at a gun range, and used to enjoy fishing, sailing and horseback riding, but hadn't been able to do any of that since she moved to L.A.—except for one special fishing trip a couple years ago with the big man. As he listened to her, he almost started to believe that maybe she had told the truth about having a fling with John Wayne—she sounded like just the type of woman that Wayne would probably be attracted to; hell, she'd just increased his desire for her by several notches.

Then she asked for some more background information on him. He told her he's been with the FBI since he graduated from med school about 4 years ago, and he just transferred to the Bureau's L.A. office less than a month ago from Washington. He was born in Maryland but his family had lived in a couple different places when he was growing up—Texas and Colorado—before they wound up back in Maryland by the time he was a teenager. He'd loved Colorado and wished they would've stayed there; he much preferred the countryside and the mountains to big cities and hoped to retire there when he was ready to quit the Bureau.

He admitted that he didn't like his job much because it kept him reminded that there were still adverse forces around the world threatening the security, peace and freedoms the U.S. has struggled to establish and maintain; but at the same time, he felt his job was important in the fight to help protect our way of life. He told her that because of what he has to deal with at times in his job, he had developed a bad habit of bottling up his fears and anger to remain calm during tense interrogations. Then, sometime later, the least little thing would set him off and he explodes in rage and takes it out on whatever or whoever happens to be around him at that moment. After that, he usually needs to be left alone for a day or so and then he returns to his normal, easy-going self again for a while.

She looked a little worried when he told her that because she knew she could have quite a temper at times, too; so she asked him how he expresses his rage when he explodes. He told her that he has broken many things over the last few years, punched a few walls and doors, but he's never hit a person during those outbursts—just yelled at them. Then she asked him if anyone had ever yelled back at him when he did that, and he said no because other people were usually shocked to see him like that so they just walked away from him. Then she told him that they might have a problem with this because she had quite a temper herself, and if he just yells at her sometime for no reason, she was likely to yell back.

He grinned at her and said he'd thought about that because he'd already figured that out when she tried to smack him for kissing her, and he hoped he already has a solution. When she asked him what his solution was, he shook his head and said he wasn't going to explain it to her now because he needed to learn more about her before he'd know if it would work. Then she asked him what more was it he needed to learn about her, and he looked at her in irritation and said, "Damn it, woman! I'm not going to tell you any more right now! I guess there's only one way to shut you up!"

He grabbed her and pulled her against him and kissed her hard at first, then backed off and softened and deepened the kiss as their lips parted and their tongues met for the first time. She moaned softly into his mouth and he moaned in response as he caressed her back and sides firmly with his hands; she had her arms on his shoulders and her hands on his neck and the back of his head. He was a damn good kisser and she was melting into him again as she envisioned him with his head between her legs, his mustache tickling her clit while he stroked her pussy with his tongue the same way he was stroking her mouth and tongue; she groaned deep in her throat as her pussy throbbed and soaked her panties.

Charles heard her deep groan and he knew she was turned on and wanted him probably as much as he wanted her; he had been hard since he first saw her and he was throbbing painfully now, but he wasn't about to take her to bed tonight—he just laid eyes on her a few hours ago! Hell, he didn't even know her name yet—all the questions he'd just asked her and he hadn't asked for her name! He suddenly pulled back from her and stared heatedly at the look of desire on her face as she slowly opened her eyes, both of them breathing heavily, and he asked her raggedly, "By the way, what's your name?"

She grinned crookedly and said, "Maureen O'Hara." She gasped and moaned loudly, closing her eyes again, when he moved his left hand around to her right breast and pinched her nipple through her clothes with his hand and thumb, so she moaned even deeper, "Gail Russell." Her eyes popped open when he pinched her nipple even harder and it was starting to hurt, and she could see a look of warning mixed with the desire in his eyes so she squeaked quietly, "OK, OK!" So he released his hold on her nipple and caressed her breast gently making her moan again, and then she said quietly, "I'm Diana...my name is Diana Maitland."

He'd been a little nervous to try it, but he figured the only way to get her to tell him what he wanted was to torture her sexually; he'd been surprised at how well it had worked on her, but scared at how it had made HIM react. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then leaned toward her and kissed her tenderly as he slid his hand from her breast, moved his hands to her sides and set her away from him as he turned to start the car and said gently, "Nice to meet you, Diana Maitland. Now tell me where you live so I can take you home."

Diana just stared dazedly at him for a few seconds, still breathing heavily; how could he do this to her?!! She hadn't felt this turned on since she'd been with the big man and now he was just going to take her home?!! Her anger exploded and she turned to open the car door to get out, but she fumbled with the handle, and he reached over and grabbed her wrist, holding it tightly, and said calmly, "Just where do you think you're going?"

She struggled to free her wrist from his grasp and yelled at him loudly, "Nowhere with you! Fuck you, Charles Richards! Let me go!"

He grabbed her body again and yanked her across the seat into his lap, wedging her between him and the steering wheel as he held her tightly against him. He was breathing heavily again and there was a slight look of anger mixed with the desire in his eyes as he said slowly, calmly and deeply, "I'm never letting you go. And don't worry; you'll get to...fuck me...as much as you want...as soon as you're my wife! Now, is that understood?"

She was breathing as heavily as he was and she grated through her teeth, "Understood! How much gas do you have in this car?" He frowned in confusion, so she asked again louder and angrier, "Do you have enough gas in this car to get us to Vegas?" His eyes went wide and he just stared at her, so she said forcefully, "I'm not letting you get away from me tonight without fucking me, and if you won't do it until I'm your wife, then you'd better get this car headed toward Vegas!"

When he still hesitated, she started ranting exasperatedly, "Hell—I wanted to fuck John Wayne all my life and I managed to get him to do that just 3 hours after I met him! You're the first man since him that has made me want more from you than just fucking! I couldn't marry John Wayne even though he loved me, but I do want to marry you even though I don't know if I love you, and you were the one who said I was going to be your wife, but now you're hesitating—how ironic is that?!! Now, do you want to marry me or not? If you do, then start heading for Vegas, and if you don't, then let me out of this car right now and I don't want to see you again unless it's to take me to Vegas and marry me!"

He was confused as hell! Why was she moving so fast? He felt there was something familiar and special about her the moment he laid eyes on her, but then he thought he was going to have to take time to convince her they belonged together because she tried to walk away from him when he so blatantly told her that she belonged to him, and then tried to slap him when he kissed her! Now, here she was ranting at him, demanding him to take her to Vegas and marry her even if she wasn't sure she loved him?!! Well, he wasn't sure he loved her, either, though she's made him feel more different and exciting emotions in the few hours since he'd first seen her than any other woman he's dated or bedded before.

What he hadn't told her was that he was sure she had way more sexual experience than he; he's only had sex with one other woman in his life—the woman he was married to for 7 years until he divorced her 3 years ago because she cheated on him. He'd been crushed when he found out because he'd loved her and had always been faithful to her. Then he couldn't find it in himself to forgive her because she'd acted like she felt no remorse for what she'd done, and because he'd also learned that she'd done things with the other man that she wouldn't do with him and he'd asked her to try them.

He'd always thought his ex-wife was beautiful and had desired her immensely because she had vaguely resembled his dream girl. But she never seemed to want him as he did her, even though he thought he knew how to please her because he could give her an orgasm almost every time he made love to her, and was always patient and gentle with her. His ex-wife had not been very adventurous in bed with him—the only place she'd ever let HIM have sex with her—and the only way he could give her an orgasm was by stimulating her clitoris with his fingers until she came. Then he'd found out why she didn't want to have sex with him very often and wouldn't try anything different with him—because she was getting it elsewhere!

Diana reminded him of a grown-up version of his dream girl that he'd fantasized about since he was a young teen. He thought he'd seen his dream girl once when he was about 13 at a small carnival one summer when he'd visited his grandparents in Virginia. She'd been the prettiest girl he'd ever seen; a vision of bright, shining golden hair tied back with a ribbon, her curvy body hugged by a bright, yellow dress, smiling and glancing shyly at him with her sparkling gray blue eyes. The memory always seemed to play in slow motion, but in reality he'd seen her for only about 10 seconds as she'd moved away from him in a crowd. Later, he'd come to believe that he'd only imagined her because he never saw her again even though he had looked for her many times over the years.

He shook his head as he remembered he'd told Diana that he thought she was from Virginia and she hadn't denied it—could it possibly be her? Was she his dream girl? He asked her where she grew up in Virginia and when she told him her hometown, he asked her where it was because he wasn't familiar with it and when she told him that it was south of Richmond, he knew it couldn't have been her, because his grandparents had lived northeast of Richmond, close to the Chesapeake Bay. When she frowned questioningly at him, he shook his head and said, "Just curious!" 

Diana was even more beautiful than his ex-wife—and she definitely had a shapelier body, and she certainly seemed to be sexually adventurous, but her aggressiveness worried him a little. If it turned out that they weren't compatible in bed—which he seriously doubted—but, if it was so, then he was scared she'd step out on him like his ex-wife had. But if the sex turned out to be as incredible as he imagined it would be, then he would be in love with her instantly and could only hope it would do the same for her. Maybe Vegas wasn't such a bad idea; they could have a quickie marriage, find a honeymoon suite somewhere and make love immediately, and if it was bad, they could get a quickie divorce!

Diana had been watching him for a few minutes as he was frowning and looking at her, and then he would close his eyes for a few moments while he thought about something, and then look at her again. She could tell he was torn; he definitely wanted her because she could feel his hard cock pressed against her right hip as it was cradled in his lap, but he'd obviously experienced something in his past that was making him hesitate jumping into marriage with her. The last time he opened his eyes and looked into her face, she could see him studying her features, then he glanced down her body and then back into her eyes, and they deepened with desire again, then a determined look came over his face.

He pulled her tightly against him and lowered his head, and just before he crushed his lips to hers, he stared into her eyes and said firmly, "We're going to Vegas!" He pressed his lips against hers hard for several seconds, then lifted her off him, sat her next to him, put the car in gear and headed out of the parking lot. He asked her if she needed to pick up anything at her home before they left town, and she told him she had everything she needed in her purse, except for things they could get when they got to Vegas. She had plenty of cash on her and her checkbook if they needed more and her personal identification information.

Charles knew it would probably take them about 4 - 5 hours to drive to Vegas and it was almost 10pm—it would be the middle of the night before they got there! He had a better idea—the Bureau had a private plane that they kept at the local airport and there was a pilot always on duty in case of an emergency. He was friendly with the pilot and the pilot owed him a favor—he figured this would be a good time to cash it in since it would take less than an hour to fly to Vegas. The pilot could return with the plane immediately and would be gone less than 2 hours, so it was doubtful anyone would find out! He and Diana could just make arrangements to take a commercial flight back when they returned.

Oh damn! He just remembered; all Bureau agents are supposed to do background checks on their potential spouses! He looked at Diana and said quietly, "We can't get married tonight. Because of my job, I'm required to have a background check done on any potential spouse...I'm sorry."

Diana looked at him and smiled and said, "If we can get to a phone and you can call someone in your office and tell them who my father is, I don't think there will be a problem." When he looked at her and raised his eyebrows in surprise, she continued, "My father is a retired Air Force Colonel and had the highest security clearances because he worked off and on at the Pentagon during the war. I've had background checks done on me before—there won't be any problem."

As he headed to the airport, Diana asked him where he was going, and he told her it was a surprise. When he turned onto the road leading into the airport, she told him there was no way they could get a flight out tonight, she was sure the last ones had already left! He told her not to worry—they would get a flight. Then she saw that he drove past the main terminal building and out to one of the hangar buildings, and parked the car. He asked for her father's name and current place of residence and then started to tell her to wait in the car, but she needed to go to the bathroom so she asked him if there was a restroom in the building, and he told her there was. So they both got out and he showed her to the restroom just inside the door and she told him she'd be waiting by the car when he came back.

She started to feel nervous and excited while she went to the restroom and then back outside to wait for him to return; nervous that she was just about to fly off to Las Vegas and marry a man she just met a little over an hour ago, and excited at the thought of flying—she'd never been on a plane before! All her cross-country trips back home to Virginia had been by train; she'd always wanted to experience flying but plane tickets were so expensive!

She saw him coming out of the door they had entered into the hangar and he came over to her, grinning, and said, "It's all arranged. It'll just take the pilot a few minutes to notify the tower that we're leaving and file the flight plan so they can notify the Las Vegas airport that we're coming, and then get the plane ready for takeoff. And you're not going to believe this, but the pilot has heard of your father! He was in the Army Air Corp during the war as a young Lieutenant and Captain flying B-17's, and he said your father was a man who helped to design the bomber engines, and was the officer responsible for keeping the AM schools informed on the mechanics and maintenance of those engines! Is that true?" She nodded, and he exclaimed, "Is this a small world or what?!"

She frowned and smiled in amazement, and then asked him which plane they were taking, and he pointed to a small prop plane that looked like it could accommodate about a dozen passengers. She looked at him and smiled excitedly and then told him that she'd never flown before and was really looking forward to it. He smiled back at her and said he was glad he was going to be the first person she experienced flying with. He just hoped he would be able to excite her as much in bed!



Charles and Diana Ch. 02



Charles Richards and Diana Maitland had to wait only a few minutes outside the hangar building at the airport in L.A. until the pilot came out. Charles introduced Diana to the pilot; his name was Gordon Brown, he looked several years older than Charles and he was a right handsome man as well—wavy, dark brown hair, dark eyes and chiseled features. He looked Diana up and down appraisingly, paying special attention to her breasts; then he looked at Charles with a twinkle in his eyes and chuckled shortly as he said, "I can see why you're anxious to get to Vegas! Better watch out though, she looks like she's going to be quite a handful!" He said that last part nervously as he saw the look on Diana's face.

Diana had put her hands on her hips and stared sternly at him as he had ogled her breasts. When he finished his statement about her being a handful, she glared at the pilot and said, "More like two handfuls, Mr. Brown...or is it Capt. Brown? And they're way more than you could handle, I'm sure. Charles here, however, knows how to handle them very well—which is why I'm dragging his ass off to Vegas to marry me! Now, would you be so kind as to get aboard that plane and get it ready for takeoff!" She pointed toward the plane as she finished her statement.

Gordon Brown looked at her in shock for a few seconds as his cheeks reddened; he should've known better than to insult a Colonel's daughter like that! Then he mumbled, "Yes, ma'am. My apologies, Miss Maitland," and headed toward the plane.

Charles had been about to get in Gordon's face because of the way he'd looked at Diana, but when she chastised Gordon herself, he almost laughed at the look on Gordon's face. Oh, man... was she good with a snappy comeback, or what?!! And then when she told Gordon that he knew how to handle her breasts very well and that she was dragging him to Vegas to marry her, his eyebrows went up in surprise and his heart flipped over.

He knew she was perfect for him because she wasn't going to take shit from anyone—including himself; he had always longed for a woman who could keep him on his toes. His ex-wife had never argued with him about anything, and he had always wanted a woman who would argue with him and keep him intellectually stimulated because that drove his passion...for love and for life! He grabbed Diana and pulled her against him and kissed her deeply and passionately for several moments as he caressed her left breast with his right hand, squeezing her nipple firmly, but gently, until she groaned in his mouth.

She had her arms wrapped around his neck, so he moved his left hand to her right breast and just stood there kissing her and caressing her breasts until she arched against him, her mouth breaking away from his as her head fell backward and she moaned deeply. Her crotch was pressed firmly against his hardness and he could feel that she was hanging onto his neck because her legs felt weak. He said huskily, "Look at me, Diana." When she raised her head and opened her eyes, he could see her rampant desire, so he continued, "I wasn't sure before, but I am now. I'm in love with you, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make you love me, too!"

She grinned sexily, and said, "This is a great start! Now, why don't we get aboard the plane and stop giving Gordon there a show!" as she nodded toward the plane.

Charles looked sideways toward the plane and saw Gordon standing in the hatchway gawking at them. He looked back at Diana and said sexily, "I want to make sure that son-of-a-bitch knows you belong to me!" As he said that, he slid his hands from her breasts down her body and around to her ass, and then rubbed his hardness firmly against her crotch a couple times, causing her head to fall back again and a loud moan to escape her lips and he felt her knees buckling. So he leaned down and picked her up in his arms and started walking toward the plane.

Diana put her mouth near his ear and said firmly, "If you rub against me like that one more time, I'm going to make you fuck me on the plane. You got that, Mr. Tease?"

She didn't realize how close they were to the plane at that point, and she snapped her head to her left as she heard Gordon snort a laugh. He was grinning wolfishly at the two of them and said, "Hey, it would be a hell of way to start your lives together...to join the Mile High club." Both of them frowned at him in confusion, so he explained, "You know, people who...do it...in a plane while in flight. Haven't you two ever heard of the Mile High club? Geez, I guess not. Why do you think they call the flight control area of the plane the 'COCKpit?' But, trust me, it's worth it!" as he grinned even wider and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at them.

Charles and Diana looked at each other; they both started to grin sexily as they thought about it. They couldn't imagine that very many people had the opportunity to do something like that; they would be all alone in the passenger compartment—and it would make for one hell of a memory! Charles looked at Gordon and said, "You let me know when we reach cruising altitude, and if you open that cockpit door, so help me, I'll beat the shit out of you as soon as we're on the ground!" Gordon indicated that he understood.

They boarded the plane and sat in the two front seats across from each other, put their seat belts on and held hands and looked at each other as Gordon started the engines. It took just a couple minutes for them to taxi to the runway; they had an interesting view of the takeoff as Gordon had left the cockpit door open and they could see down the runway. She loved the feeling of power from the acceleration of the aircraft as it sped down the runway, and when it lifted off the ground and the heavy vibrations from the landing gear rolling on the pavement ceased, she felt like she was floating. She looked at Charles and they both smiled as he squeezed her hand.

It was a bit noisy inside the airplane as the engines were pretty loud; Charles and Diana were glad because they figured that Gordon wouldn't be able to hear whatever happened between them. About 5 minutes after they took off, Gordon turned around and indicated to Charles with a thumb up, apparently indicating that they were at cruising altitude. Charles unbuckled himself, got up and went forward to close the cockpit door, with a warning look at Gordon, took off his suit jacket and laid it over the back of his seat, then turned to her and held his hand down to her.

She undid her seatbelt, took his hand and stood up with her purse, and he led her to the back of the plane and sat in the port side seat. He pulled her onto his lap to kiss her passionately for a few minutes, caressing her breasts again; when he could hear her moaning into his mouth, he knew she was ready as much as he was. He helped her to stand up and she put her purse down on the floor next to the seat. Then he put his hands on her legs, noting that she was not wearing stockings, then ran his hands slowly up her legs, under her dress and slip, over her hips and ass, and removed her underwear. He watched her as she stared at him, breathing heavily; he didn't raise her dress at all to look at her crotch—he wanted to save that until after they were married.

When she stepped out of her panties, he picked them up; he could feel how wet the crotch was and he smiled sexily as he realized how much he had been turning her on. He brought her panties to his face and sniffed them, and then groaned as he got his first real whiff of a woman; his ex-wife never let him put his head anywhere near her crotch. He saw the look of excitement on Diana's face as he sniffed her panties, and he realized that she was a woman who most definitely wanted him to put his head between her legs and lick her...he could hardly wait to do that! He stuffed her panties into his pocket intending not to give them back to her, and he saw her frown slightly and a distant look come into her eyes like she was remembering something, then deep desire flooded their depths as she stared at him again.

He almost asked her what she was thinking, but at the moment, he was throbbing and he wanted to be inside her, and from the look on her face, that was what she wanted, too. But he didn't want her to see him yet, so he pulled her toward him to straddle his lap on her knees; she hesitated for a moment while she removed her half-slip from under her dress laying it on the seat across the aisle, then moved to straddle him with her dress covering his lap. He moved his hands to his belt and manipulated it undone and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He wore brief underwear, which constrained him more; he had to lift himself off the seat slightly as he pushed his pants and underwear down his hips and over his ass low enough to free himself. He kept his ass positioned on the edge of the seat so he would be at a better angle to enter her more easily.

She never saw his cock and she realized from the way he had removed her panties and then pulled her over his lap before he undid his pants that he didn't want them to see each other yet. It was kind of exciting to think that she was going to impale herself upon a man she just met a couple hours ago—in an airplane while in flight over a mile off the ground, and with whom she's flying off to Vegas to marry because he had told her he wouldn't fuck her until she was his wife. She'd have to remember to thank Gordon for his suggestion that they join the Mile High club!

He positioned himself at her wet entrance, then reached up and grasped her face and kissed her deeply, and he heard her moan sexily as she felt him rubbing against her. She squirmed her hips as she tried to thrust herself down onto him, but he stopped her by grasping her waist, and said sensuously, "I want you to lower yourself onto me as slowly as you can; I want to savor the feeling of every inch of me sliding inside you. Do you understand?"

She looked at him and nodded and moaned that she understood; she could tell from how far above him she was positioned on her knees, and yet she could feel the head of his cock rubbing her, that his cock was longer than any she'd had inside her before—even the big man's—John Wayne. He held onto her waist as she slowly started to push herself down onto his cock; he was pretty thick, too, over half the width that she'd been used to with the big man. She heard him start to groan deeply as she felt his cock stretching her open.

Then he hissed and moaned, "Oh, my God! You're so tight...this feels sooo good!" Then he looked at her and said huskily, "I don't know how long I'll be able to last...I haven't been inside a woman for over 3 years—I promise I'll make it up to you once we're married!"

When she was completely impaled on him, she could feel the head of his cock rubbing a spot deep inside her that she'd never felt stimulated this much before and it was making her pussy ache with pleasure. She started to just barely rock her hips, moving his cock around inside her, with the tip rubbing firmly on that spot; within just several seconds, she felt like she had to pee, even though she knew she didn't, but it was also starting to feel pleasurable, so she just kept stimulating herself the same way. Then, all of a sudden, she felt like she was melting—liquid heat was radiating through her body and her pussy and abdomen were throbbing with intense pleasure; her back arched and her head fell backward and she started moaning loudly, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

Charles couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling; she'd barely started to move herself on him and, within a minute, she was having an orgasm and he hadn't had to do a thing! He hadn't even touched her breasts or kissed her since she'd lowered herself onto him—he was just sitting there watching her come while she rocked herself on him! He throbbed from the pulsing of her inner muscles—he wanted to orgasm with her, so he braced his arms on the armrests and started thrusting his hips upward into her as much as he could.

When he started thrusting his hips, she matched him and started thrusting downward onto him as he moved upward; she started to moan even louder and he could feel her still pulsing on him. It didn't take very long for him; after just several hard thrusts, he exploded and it felt like he was shooting streams of semen inside her. He groaned loudly as his hips continued to buck with each hard pulse of his orgasm; it seemed to last forever because he hadn't had an orgasm in over a week—since the last time he'd masturbated in the shower out of sheer frustration. He had the feeling he was never going to have to masturbate again...which suited him just fine!

As their orgasms finally abated, Diana lifted her head and looked down at Charles, smiled sexily at him and said, "Am I really the first woman you've fucked in over 3 years?" He nodded slowly as he breathed heavily and stared at her with desire still in his eyes, so she asked him, "Did it feel as good as you remember?"

She started to frown when he shook his head no, then he reached up and grabbed her head and neck and pulled her down just in front of his face and groaned deeply, "It felt way better than anything I've ever felt before!" Then he crushed her lips to his and kissed her passionately for several moments until they felt him starting to slide out of her. She leaned down and picked up her purse and opened it and pulled out wads of toilet paper she'd stuffed into it back in the restroom at the hangar. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes, then grinned crookedly as he said, "You little minx...you intended for this to happen all along, didn't you?"

She smiled a little wider and said, "I was just hoping...I wasn't even sure it would be possible on a plane until Gordon told us about the Mile High club. I have to remember to thank him for that!"

Charles grinned back at her and said, "Yes, WE should thank him for that!"

They cleaned themselves up carefully; she stayed kneeling over his lap using the skirt of her dress to keep them covered so they couldn't see each other yet. She didn't move off his lap until he had worked his underwear and pants back up and got the zipper up, but then she had to move away because his hands had been brushing against her inner thighs making her pussy start to tingle and flood with wetness again. 

She had moaned softly when she moved off of him after his hands brushed her inner thighs, and Charles couldn't believe that she was acting like she was getting turned on again so soon—he thought she was just trying to make him feel good and excite him again. So he looked at her and said, "You don't have to try to please me by pretending that I'm turning you on again already."

Diana looked at him for a couple seconds, then grabbed his hand, leaned down and lifted her dress just high enough to get his hand under the skirt, and then shoved his hand up between her legs to her wet pussy and moaned, "Does that feel like pretending to you?"

Charles' eyes widened and then he stared at her with raw lust as he felt himself stirring again and he exclaimed, "Oh, my God, woman! You're going to kill me!" If he hadn't seen her pull a wad of wet toilet paper from between her legs just a few minutes ago, he would've sworn she just hadn't cleaned herself up! She felt as wet now as when he first entered her, and he couldn't stop himself from sliding a couple of his fingers up into her as she rocked her hips on his hand and brought her left foot up to prop it on the edge of the seat next to him, giving his hand more room. She moaned again as she stared down at him with the same look of lust in her eyes. He kept sliding his fingers in and out of her and he put his other hand up under her dress and used his thumb to start rubbing her clitoris—he noticed how soft her crotch hair felt as he swirled a couple of his fingers in it, and he almost couldn't wait to see it.

She had to grasp the back of the seat beside her to her right to hold on as her legs started feel shaky and she groaned loudly as her head fell back and her hips started to thrust in rhythm to his stroking. She felt him apply a little more pressure on her clit and that was all it took; she yelled loudly, "OHHHH GOD!" as her hips bucked several times and her pussy throbbed on his fingers. 

He withdrew his fingers from inside her after he felt her stop throbbing, pulled his hands out from under her dress and looked at her wetness on his fingers; he almost started to lick them clean but he decided he wanted his first taste of her to come from putting his tongue in her. So, he grabbed the least wet wad of toilet paper they'd just used and wiped his fingers with it.

He was just staring up at her with awe and lust; he was hard and throbbing again—he needed to be inside her again...badly. He told her to turn around, bend over and hold onto the arm of the seat on the other side of the aisle. When she did so without hesitation and a look of pure lust on her face, he stood and undid his pants as fast as he could, and pushed them down just far enough to pull himself out. Then he reached down and lifted her skirt just high enough to guide it up under her dress to her crotch. He placed himself at her dripping entrance and told her to hold on tight, then he grasped her hips up under her dress and thrust into her as hard as he could with a loud grunt, and just started pounding into her as hard as he could while she groaned loudly and lustfully.

God, he'd always wanted to take a woman from behind like this, but his ex-wife had never let him do it—he'd very nearly raped her ass after he'd found out she'd cheated on him and had allowed the other man to take her from behind. He'd hunted the bastard down after he made his wife tell him who the man was; he beat the shit out the bastard and then put his gun in the man's face and made the prick tell him all the things he'd done to his wife and that she'd done to him.

Then he was really pissed because what the man described made him hard as he pictured the bastard doing all those things to his wife in all those different positions and places, especially when the bastard told him that his wife had put her mouth on his cock. Except she hadn't let the bastard take her ass, and he toyed with the idea of sodomizing her when he got home before he kicked her out. When he confronted his bitch-of-a-wife afterward, she'd screamed at him that it was all true and that the bastard had made her feel more alive and sexy than he ever had.

Well, that just pissed him off even further, so he'd made her lick his already hard cock to get it wet, and then he'd sneered angrily at the look of lust on her face when he realized she was turned on by the way he was treating her. Then he'd sneered cruelly when he bent her over the kitchen table and she had panted excitedly as she thought he was going to take her from behind, but instead, he shoved his cock all the way into her ass just once to hear her scream in pain in his rage to get even with her. Then he'd told her he did that just because it was the only part of her body that her bastard lover hadn't had; then he'd stood up and pulled out of her ass and just said, "Get out of my house, you fucking bitch! You'll be hearing from my lawyer!"

She'd already packed her things while he'd gone after her bastard lover, she walked out and went straight to the bastard's apartment and he never saw her again. He did learn from his lawyer when the divorce was final that the bastard had been married as well and that they'd been planning to leave their spouses for each other, but the bastard changed his mind and stayed with his wife. He'd grinned smugly and thought to himself that there did seem to be some justice in the world; the bitch got what she deserved.

When he finally started dating again, he started using his skills from his job to read women more. He was determined that the next woman he fell in love with would be someone who had no qualms about letting him know what she wanted sexually, and that he'd do everything in his power to make sure that she felt alive and sexy. But, he was also going to make sure that the woman understood once she was his wife, she belonged to him and only him, and he would do whatever it took to keep her faithful to him. So he knew he would have to find a woman who responded very sexually to him—how else could a man make sure that a woman would remain faithful to him other than to satisfy her more than any other man could? And he certainly seemed to be accomplishing that with Diana—thank God! 




Charles and Diana Ch. 02



He couldn't see anything he was doing to her because he kept her dress skirt draped between them; he was determined that no matter how many times he ended up inside her on this flight, he was not going to see her and she was not going to see him until they were married. They were both groaning loudly as he plunged deep and hard into her; he could tell she was about to orgasm again because she had bent over a little further to a better angle and was groaning even louder as she slammed back against him. Suddenly, he felt her inner muscles clamp around him as she screamed loudly, causing him to explode again as he shouted loudly and his hips bucked into her several times, then he started to slow his thrusting as she throbbed on his shaft, squeezing every last drop of semen out of him.

Neither one of them saw the cockpit door crack open as Gordon peeked out after he heard her scream; he couldn't tell if her scream was in pain or ecstasy because it was muffled slightly by the engines. As soon as he peeked out, he knew it was in ecstasy as he saw what they were doing and he could see their faces in profile—neither one of them looked like they were in any pain! He chuckled silently as he shut the door again; they both still looked fully clothed and it appeared that they were trying not to let each other see their crotches, even though he knew Charles must have had his dick in Diana's pussy at least twice now.

He knew Charles was kind of old-fashioned when he'd asked him if he'd had any good action lately one of the last times they'd seen each other, and Charles had sternly informed him that he wasn't married, so no, he'd not had any action for a while. And now, all of a sudden, it was OK for Charles to fuck Diana before they got married as long as they don't see each other's privates? He thought Charles was strange; but he apparently had great taste in women! He figured Diana must fuel Charles' lust to the point that he was ready to forget his old-fashioned ways, which was a good thing because she was definitely not an old-fashioned kind of woman! And yet, she'd said SHE was dragging Charles' ass to Vegas to marry her—evidently, Charles must fuel her lust as well...the lucky bastard!

He'd heard Charles' and Diana's loud moans the first time they'd fucked, then he'd heard Diana moan even louder a second time just a few minutes afterward, making him wonder how Charles had made her cum again so quickly. And now, they'd just fucked like rabbits again—no wonder Charles wanted to marry the woman—she was hot! He'd nearly gotten a hard-on the second he saw her when he'd ogled her breasts, but when she shot him down, it killed his lust instantly. But after sitting up here listening to the two of them and after the quick peek he just took, he was hard now and no way to get rid of it except to masturbate, but he really didn't like to do that. He just hoped he wouldn't hear those two go at it again before they landed or he might have to!

Charles and Diana managed to clean themselves up again with what was left of the toilet paper she'd stuffed into her purse; he pulled his pants back up and closed them again and she put her slip and her damp panties back on after she convinced him to let her have them back because they were the only way to keep her wetness from starting to drip down her legs! Charles chuckled slightly at that and then laughed out loud when she muttered something about having to keep buying underwear because men kept stealing her panties—first John Wayne and now him! He looked at her as they sat down in the front seats again and said, "John Wayne has a pair of your panties?!!" as he continued chuckling.

She looked at him and said seriously, "Well, I don't know if he still has them or not; he may have gotten rid of them out of respect for his wife! But, yes, he did take my panties from me after he made me...never mind!" She looked away from him as she realized she almost told him that it was the big man who'd made her cum just by talking dirty to her...but in a way, she'd already told Charles that! She wondered if he'd be able to put two and two together...he should, he worked for the FBI for God's sake!

Charles noticed she'd stopped herself from telling him how John Wayne supposedly had gotten her panties from her; she'd started to say that he took her panties from her after he made her... what? Made her orgasm? Then he remembered she'd told him that the only man she'd ever been in love with had made her "come" the first time just by talking dirty to her, and right after that, she'd told him that John Wayne was the only man she'd ever loved! Either she was telling the truth about her affair with Wayne or she had concocted a very elaborate fantasy down to every minor detail... but if that were so, why wouldn't she share those details with him?

He was studying her again, and the fact that she was avoiding eye contact with him led him to believe, again, that this story was just a very elaborate fantasy. He tried to figure out why she would do that; he figured it must be because she'd been hurt so badly somehow that she needed to believe that someone she so admired and loved, like John Wayne, could love her. He just hoped his love for her would eventually make her give up her fantasy about Wayne—but until then, he'd play along! He smiled softly at her and said, "I guess John Wayne was the man who'd made you come just by talking dirty to you, and he made you give him your panties as a reminder of it?"

She glanced at him warily and said, "No, he didn't make me give him my panties, he TOOK them; he literally snatched them right out of my hand as I went to put them back on!" She looked away again and frowned slightly as she hadn't intended to tell him that.

Charles was really confused; she was sending him so many mixed signals where this story was concerned that he just could not tell if it was true or a fantasy! He almost started to chuckle when she said Wayne had, literally, "snatched" her panties right out of her hand—he wondered if she'd intended that as a pun! He grinned as he looked at her, and chuckled slightly as he said, "He SNATCHED your panties?" he emphasized the word "snatched," wondering if she knew that some men used the term "snatch" as a euphemism for a woman's crotch.

She turned to look at him again and saw he was grinning and chuckling quietly after he asked her that question, and she wondered for a moment why he'd emphasized the word "snatched." Then it dawned on her; she'd heard some man one time refer to a woman's pussy as a "snatch." She started to chuckle, too, then they both laughed harder when she said, "Well...at least he snatched them from my hand and not off my snatch!"

Charles leaned forward and across the aisle and pulled Diana out of her seat and over to sit on his lap, and she put her arms around his shoulders and neck. He put his left arm around her waist and moved his right hand down to put it up under her dress and ran his hand up her left thigh to her hip and touched her panties. Then he stared into her eyes and said, "Well, from now on, I'm the only man who's allowed to snatch your panties. You hear me, pretty lady?" as his eyes smoldered at her again.

Her eyes smoldered back at him as she nodded that she understood; then he saw the flames come up in her eyes as he caressed her thigh with his hand again. "My God," he thought, "she is so easy to turn on! Is she like this with all men that she's attracted to? Or is it just something about me—please God, let her be like this only with me!" He stared into her eyes as he leaned toward her and kissed her tenderly, and she put her left hand on the right side of his face and neck and stroked his cheek with her thumb.

As Diana stared into Charles' eyes as he kissed her tenderly, she could see his love for her and it made the rest of her heart start to beat the same way as that piece she still held in reserve—and she knew she loved Charles just as much as she did the big man! How could she have been so lucky to actually find another man that she could love that much? She closed her eyes for a few seconds and said a quick, silent prayer to God thanking Him for sending Charles to her, and tears flooded her eyes. 

Charles saw her close her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them, he saw her tears and he was afraid at first that she was re-thinking her decision to marry him and she was afraid of hurting him. But, as he watched her, he saw another emotion in her eyes behind her tears...was that love? She closed her eyes again as a few tears spilled down her cheeks, so he brought his right hand out from under her dress and put his fingers under her chin and nudged it to get her to look at him, then he asked, "Diana, do you love me?"

This was like déjà vu to her; she couldn't speak at first because of the tightness in her throat, so she slowly nodded her head, and then managed to croak, "As much as John Wayne!"

He was a little thrown by her statement at first and he frowned, and she closed her eyes again as more tears spilled down her cheeks. He thought about her answer; she's told him all along that she's loved John Wayne all her life and that he was the only man she'd ever been in love with. And she just told him that she loves him as much as John Wayne...he realized that she'd told him in the only way she thought he would believe her. He leaned toward her and kissed her tenderly again, staring at her until she opened her eyes and looked into his. Then he moved his right hand from her chin and wrapped his arms around her tightly as he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, putting all his rapidly growing love, passion and desire for her into it.

She could tell from the way he was kissing her that he believed she loved him, so she responded by putting all of her deeply held love and desire for him in her kiss. She was moaning desperately from the feelings of love, passion and desire that she felt flowing through his kiss; he loved her as much as she loved him. How was this possible since they just met each other less than 3 hours ago? She knew how—because HE was her true soul mate. He'd been acting possessive of her since he first introduced himself and she hadn't even realized it! Now was the time to let him know she needed that from him.

She pulled herself back from him and said, "Now that we know we love each other and we've already fucked, there's no need to get married right now. Besides, what if we learn something about each other that just ends up making us incompatible and then we have to go through a messy divorce—I don't want to have to deal with that!"

Charles frowned at her as he thought; "Was she serious? She certainly looked serious! What the hell?!!" Charles' anger usually caused him to curse heatedly, and this was no exception! Why would she try to drag his ass to Vegas to get married just so he'd fuck her, and then tell him she loves him but change her mind about marrying him? Because he'd given her what she really wanted...a couple good fucks? He started to think she was acting like his bitch of an ex-wife, Sue...she'd rather be fucked by a man who wasn't her husband!

He'd gradually taken his arms from around her and stared at her as these thoughts were swirling through his brain; now he was gripping her upper arms tightly as he growled through his teeth, "If you think I'm going to let you just walk away from me now without marrying me, you've got another think coming! I told you at the beginning that you belong to me, and now that I've fucked you, you're never going to have another man's dick inside you ever again. And heaven help you if I ever find out you let another man inside you after me—'cause I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch!" By the time he was through, he was breathing heavily and staring at her heatedly.

Then Charles frowned in confusion as he stared at the look on Diana's face; he'd thought his anger and the things he'd said to her should've scared her, but she was staring at him with a look of desperate desire on her face! Oh, dear God—she was turned on by the fact that he'd kill to possess her! Did that go both ways? Would she be that jealous over him? How could he find out? Maybe he could find out if he played at being scared that he could turn to violence over her—so maybe now he should try to back out of marrying her...

He frowned again and released his grip on her arms as he said nervously, "Oh, my God, Diana. I'm so sorry; I don't know where that came from! Maybe you're right—maybe we aren't suited for one another. Maybe I need to find a woman I don't feel so possessive of." He lifted her up off of his lap, stood and looked at her for a couple seconds, then said, "I'll just tell Gordon to turn the plane around," as he turned toward the cockpit door. He wasn't prepared for her reaction.

"YOU BASTARD!!! Don't you dare do this to me, too!" she screamed at him.

He whirled around to face her and saw her panting hard as tears filled her eyes. He asked her gently, "Don't do what to you, Diana?"

"Give me up because you can't handle your feelings of jealousy over me! That's why I had to let HIM go! Because he couldn't handle the thought of treating me like a possession, and feeling like he would lose control when he got jealous over me—and I had to prove that to him before he'd believe me! It was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do because it just made me love him more! But it would not have been good for his career or his reputation, so I had to let him go! And now I've finally found another man who loves me that much and you can't handle it, either?! WELL, DAMN YOU!!! I hope to GOD that you'll never find another woman who'll give you as much pleasure as I can and that you regret it to your dying day!!!!"

Tears were streaming down her face as she ranted at him. Then it hit him like a lightning bolt; she needed a man to be possessive of her because her own insecurities from whatever it was that had hurt her in the past would always make her feel jealous over any man she loved. He still didn't believe that she'd actually had a relationship with John Wayne, but it was obvious that she needed to believe it and she'd had a possessive love for Wayne, which she seemed to be transferring to him. This might not be the healthiest type of love, but as long as they both felt the same about one another, it couldn't get any more perfect than that!

He knew in that instant that they belonged together, because what his ex-wife had done to him had instilled in him an intense need to feel that the woman he loved belonged to him, and only him, and that he could satisfy her sexually like no other man ever could. She'd told him that she needed him to possess her, and he was sure he'd satisfied her sexually and they haven't even really had a chance to explore that fully. And in her fear and anger she'd told him that she hoped he'd never find another woman who could give him as much pleasure as she could—he had no doubt of that!

He reached forward and grabbed her upper arms and pulled her against him as he stared down into her face and said heatedly, "I already know I'll never find another woman who can give me as much pleasure as you can—I've only fucked one other woman in my life, and what you've made me feel those two brief times I was inside you was so far beyond anything I ever experienced with my bitch ex-wife! She cheated on me and I vowed after I finally stopped loving that bitch that the next woman I loved would belong only to me, so if I catch you even looking at another man, I'll drag you off somewhere and remind you that you're mine!" Then he crushed his lips to hers and he heard her whimpering with desperate passion—he knew he'd convinced her they belonged together.

At that moment, the cockpit door cracked open and they heard Gordon's voice calling, "Hey! You two crazy kids decent? We're on approach to the Vegas airport, so you need to get in your seats and buckle up, OK?"

Charles yelled back, "Yeah, we're decent and we're sitting down and buckling up, so you can leave the door open again. I think she'd like to watch the landing!"

So Gordon pushed the cockpit door all the way open and saw Diana sitting in the starboard front seat wiping tears off her face with the back of her hand, so he asked her if she was OK. She nodded and said she was fine now. He told her he'd heard her scream at Charles that he was a bastard and that he'd almost opened the door to make sure she was alright, but when he didn't hear any scuffling or her scream in pain, he'd figured she was handling it OK. She smiled at him and told him that she'd handled it. 

Then she sat back and watched as the plane circled above the famous Las Vegas strip and came in for a smooth landing at the airport. It was almost 11:30 at night, but the strip had traffic all over it—Vegas must be like New York—a city that never sleeps! Well if she had her way tonight, she and Charles weren't going to get any sleep either!



Charles and Diana Ch. 03



Charles Richards and Diana Maitland were exiting the private FBI plane outside the terminal building at the Las Vegas airport when the pilot, Gordon Brown, piped up and said, "Good luck, you two. I know I don't need to tell you guys to have fun. And by the way, welcome to the Mile High club! But, you know, you're only required to do it once to become members, and you better find a hotel with good soundproofing!" as he raised his eyebrows and looked slightly frustrated.

Diana blushed slightly, but grinned sexily at Charles as he grinned the same way, and then they both looked over their shoulders at Gordon and said at the same time, "Jealous?" Then Diana reached over and caressed Charles' ass as they started to walk away, which made him reach down and caress her ass, then they glanced at each other and started to chuckle as they grabbed each other's hand and started to run toward the terminal building to the exit. He was already starting to get hard and her pussy was tingling again.

Gordon Brown just chuckled and shook his head as he got back into the plane and shut the door to get ready to takeoff again and return to Los Angeles. He envied Charles; Diana seemed like one hell of a woman—he had a feeling Charles was going to get very little rest this weekend...the lucky bastard! But damn, the man deserved it—he hadn't fucked a woman in over 3 years...and Diana seemed like just the woman to make up for that long of a dry spell in just one weekend! Charles would've been crazy to let her get away!

People were staring at the two of them as Charles and Diana raced through the terminal building, glancing and smiling at each other as they both knew they were thinking the exact same thing: "How fast can we find a chapel and get that marriage certificate because I'm dying to see you naked!"

They grabbed the first taxi they came to and told the driver to take them to the closest wedding chapel that was still open. The driver glanced at them, then rolled his eyes slightly as he turned around and started his cab to pull out; another crazy couple that has the hots for each other but won't break down and just fuck unless their married! It was no wonder Nevada had made their divorce laws as lax as their marriage laws—they had to because of fucking idiots like these two! Then he realized that maybe he was mistaken about them when he heard the woman moan softly, "Oh, God...I can't wait 'til you're inside me again!" as the man was kissing her neck.

Charles looked up just in time to see the taxi driver glancing in his rearview mirror with his eyes wide after Diana moaned. He glared at the man and said, "Just get us there as fast as you can!" Then he figured the only way to keep Diana quiet was to just kiss her the whole way. The ride took about 15 minutes and then the taxi pulled up in front of a little chapel that had a sign on the wall that read, "It only takes 10 minutes to become man and wife—and then you can be happy for the rest of your life!" Charles looked at the taxi driver and told the man to wait for them as they climbed out.

They went inside and saw there was no one else there, so they quickly filled out the necessary forms, refused all the nice, little extras that were offered and said they just wanted the vows and the marriage certificate. They stared at each other as the justice read them the standard vows and they said "I do" when appropriate, and grabbed each other and kissed fiercely as soon as the justice was finishing his line about pronouncing them man and wife. They finally dragged themselves apart, grabbed the marriage certificate and headed out the door. The justice looked at his wife and mumbled, "I give that one maybe through the weekend..."

The justice's wife looked at him and shook her head...men could be so blind...then she said, "No dear. This was merely a formality for them...they were married the second they laid eyes on each other. I'd bet they just met tonight, but they've been searching their whole lives for each other! You've just gotten so jaded over the years because of all the other fools who come in here and do it for the all the wrong reasons. Don't you remember how we knew the moment we looked at each other nearly 30 years ago?" as she smiled sexily at her husband.

The justice looked at his wife and smiled back at her; he put the closed sign on the door, locked it and took her hand to lead her upstairs...it had been far too long since she'd looked at him that way, so he was going to take advantage of it! She had always been able to spot true lovers and it always turned her on when she did. He said a silent "thank you" to that last couple and hoped they'd be as happy as he and his wife had been over the last 30 years!

Charles and Diana raced back to the taxi, jumped in and asked the driver where was the nicest place in Vegas to stay, and the driver suggested the new Riviera Resort—it was the newest in town, it had everything you could need and it was the tallest building at nine stories. They said that sounded great and to please get them there as fast as he could. They went right back to kissing each other fiercely and trying to remember that there was a stranger driving the vehicle so they had to be careful what they did with their hands and tried to keep their moans quiet.

The ride took about another 10 minutes until they pulled up in front of The Riviera and climbed out of the taxi; Charles paid the driver and a bellman came over to ask if he could get their luggage out of the trunk and Charles and Diana both glanced at him and said, "No luggage!" as they grabbed each other's hand and hurried inside the hotel lobby. The taxi driver and the bellman glanced at each other and chuckled, shaking their heads, as the taxi pulled off and the bellman moved back to his post by the front door.

Charles and Diana went to the front desk and asked for a room; preferably a corner room on the highest floor available. The desk clerk glanced at them and grinned knowingly; newlyweds—they were obviously hot for each other and were worried about making too much noise! The clerk advised them this was a newer building of high-quality construction—they had excellent sound insulation in all the walls and ceilings, but he gave them a corner suite on the top floor. It was the least expensive on that floor because it didn't have the best view, but the clerk had a feeling that it didn't matter—they weren't going to pay any attention to the view. They'd probably never even get out of the bed from the way they kept staring and the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off each other—hell, they may not even make it off the elevator from the way they're acting!

The clerk thought it prudent to have one of the bellman take them up to show them where the room was so they'd be chaperoned on the elevator and not be able to get into trouble. Charles and Diana grinned knowingly at each other as the bellman escorted them onto the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor.

Diana was remembering the last time she was in a hotel elevator headed to the top floor with a man she was in love with. They'd almost gotten into trouble on that elevator because the big man, John Wayne, had kissed her for the first time on that ride and fell in love with her from that kiss, and they had been so desperate for each other because they didn't know how long they would be together—this ride was different. She already knew this man loved her and now he was her husband and they had the rest of their lives to spend making love or fucking hotly; exploring each other's bodies and learning all the ways they could please each other. And yet, she felt almost as much of a desperate need for him as she had for the big man. 

They stood next to each other holding hands tightly, both of them feeling their hands shaking as they both felt a desperate need to see each other naked, to feel their bodies rubbing against each other and to touch each other all over with their hands. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, they followed the bellman out and down the hallway to their honeymoon suite. The bellman unlocked the door, flipped on the lights and started to give the usual spiel about the amenities and where they would find everything, but Charles just held his hand out for the key, took it from the bellman and then shut the door on him.

As soon as the door was shut, Charles yanked at his tie to undo it quickly, Diana just dropped her purse and sweater on the floor as Charles grabbed her and threw the key on a nearby table, and put his arms around her and unzipped her dress down her back. Then she opened his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders when he dropped his arms to his sides for a moment, pulled his tie from around his neck and started to unbutton his shirt—their eyes were closed as they kissed each other deeply. When she got down to his waist, she unbuckled his belt and undid the button so she could pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and finish unbuttoning it.

Charles had put his hands inside her dress on her back to caress her skin while she finished unbuttoning his shirt. When his shirt was all the way open, they stopped kissing and looked at each other as he pulled her dress forward and down off the front of her body until it slid off her hips and pooled at her feet. She was wearing a lacy white bra that was shear enough so that the tips of her breasts were visible through the fabric, and her silky, white half-slip over her white nylon panties. His cock throbbed as he looked at the dark, rosy brown tips of her breasts, and her nipples already trying to poke through the material. 

Diana stared at his chest showing through his open shirt; it was covered with a thick mat of dark brown hair—she'd never seen so much hair on a man's chest before! She couldn't stop herself from running her hands from the soft, lighter hair on his stomach up to the thick, coarse hair on his chest—pushing his shirt open and swirling her fingers in his chest hair as she caressed his huge pectoral muscles.

Then she leaned forward and down slightly, burying her face in his chest hair and inhaled deeply; she moaned and her pussy throbbed in desire as he had the most potently male scent she'd ever gotten just from a man's chest. Next to a nice, hard dick, her favorite parts of a man's body were a large, well-built chest and a nice ass. So, she brought her hands down to his waist and dragged them around to his back and then down to his ass. She ran her hands all over his nice, round, hard ass! Oh, God, did it feel sexy—she couldn't wait to see him naked!

Charles groaned in response when she put her face in his chest and moaned when she smelled his scent; it made him feel like more blood surged to his loins as he responded instinctively to her animalistic desire for him. She lifted her head and looked up at him with raw desire like he'd never seen on a woman's face before as she moved her hands to his ass and rubbed and kneaded it firmly. He growled deep in his throat as he unbuttoned his cuffs and shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He watched in amazement as she sucked in a breath and moaned again as she watched his chest and shoulders move as he took his shirt off—she was turned on even further just by watching him remove his shirt!

Diana couldn't believe this was happening to her; she never believed she'd ever find another man who could turn her on as much as John Wayne! And it was not because this man was similar to him physically; their faces were very different, and their bodies—well what she'd seen of Charles' so far—weren't very similar either! It was just the way they were so...so manly...so potently male...so virile...they just fucking turned her on! She loved feeling like a horny, sexy, desirable woman, and the big man and now her husband Charles were the only two men she's ever met that made her feel this fucking hot!

As they stared at each other with such lust and desire, he reached his arms around her back again and unhooked her bra, then stepped back and put his hands on her shoulders and started to slowly pull the straps down her arms and peel the sheer, lacy cups away from her generous breasts. When it was free, he just dropped her bra on the floor and groaned as he got his first view of her naked breasts. They were gorgeous! Her beautiful rosy brown nipples were already firm and poking straight out from her breasts, and his mouth watered as he realized he was finally going to get to lick and suck on a woman's breasts!

He'd always loved to look at and touch large breasts—nothing, until now, had turned him on more than watching his ex-wife's full breasts swaying on her chest when she'd occasionally allowed him to lift himself on his hands and pound into her harder. And he'd always had to be careful how he touched her breasts—she'd always told him her nipples were too sensitive.

He'd had to watch his ex-wife's breasts while he took her hard because he couldn't stand the look on her face; she would turn her head and frown and bite her lip because she said it hurt a little, but she'd wanted him to do it anyway, "just to get it over with." He'd hated the thought that he caused her any kind of pain, but by that time, he would be so close to orgasm that it wouldn't take very long to "get it over with." And she'd only ever allowed him to gently caress the sides of her breasts, telling him that it just hurt too much for him to touch her nipples.

He and his ex-wife had been virgins when they married and he'd always believed that their inexperience was what had caused his ex-wife to be so frigid. Of course, after he'd found out she'd been cheating on him and he'd made that bastard tell him everything he'd been doing to his ex-wife, he realized everything she'd been telling him was bullshit; another reason why he'd known he'd never be able to forgive her and had kicked her out immediately.

And now, here was this gorgeous creature that had captivated him and turned him on the moment he laid eyes on her, and she was staring at him like she was dying for him to do whatever he wanted with her breasts. He reached out and started to lightly touch her breasts with his fingers; he already knew her breasts were very sensuously sensitive because of how he'd touched them to torture her into telling him her name in his car back in the parking lot of the pub just over a couple hours ago. He could hardly believe that now this gorgeous creature was his wife and he was about to put his hands, lips and tongue on her breasts and suck her nipples into his mouth.

Diana watched his eyes start to burn as he stared at her breasts as if he was dying to touch and taste them. She couldn't stop the soft moans that drifted past her partially open lips as he started to lightly caress her breasts with his fingers. He was just softly running the tips of his fingers from her chest down to her nipples and then back up; then more to the outsides of her breasts and over to her nipples and back, and then to the undersides and up to her nipples and down again. He was torturing her again and she was starting to breathe heavier as her moans got a little louder and her back arched from the tingles coursing up and down her spine, causing her head to fall backward and thrust her breasts closer to his hands.

Charles couldn't believe how much she was responding to just his fingers lightly caressing her breasts; he'd watched in amazement again as her nipples had hardened to stand out even further. He wondered how she was going to react as he progressed, because he fully intended to take his time exploring her beautiful breasts. His ex-wife had denied him full access to hers, so he was going to make up for all that lost time with Diana's highly sensitive breasts.

He gradually started to increase his caresses to include his whole hand, cupping her breasts in his palms, stroking his fingers over and gently squeezing her nipples, feeling how firm they were and nearly salivating in his desire to just lean down and suck one into his mouth...but not yet. He was going to take this as slowly as he could, no matter how much it tortured both of them. He'd very nearly given in to his lust and desire for her back in his car the first time he'd touched her breast and had heard and felt how much it turned her on.

He had pictured dragging her into the back seat, ripping her dress and bra from her body, and her underwear from her crotch, then just whipping his dick out as fast as he could and shoving it into her as he dove down and sucked on her breasts—until he remembered she hadn't even told him her name yet! That had scared him enough to make him think that he needed to slow things down—he'd thought they were moving way too fast. And now, he was so thankful that she had pushed him to bring her to Vegas and marry her because now he could take all the time he wanted just to fondle, kiss, lick and suck her breasts and nipples.

Diana's knees were getting weak from the waves of pleasure radiating through her body every time he rubbed or squeezed one of her nipples; she never knew her breasts could be this sensitive. He was taking so much time caressing them that she was sure when he finally put his mouth on her breasts and licked or sucked on one of her nipples, she was going to cum immediately...God, please let him do that soon! She looked at him, whimpered, and said, "I can't keep standing. My legs are about to give way under me!" It was the first thing she'd said since they'd left the hotel lobby.

He immediately bent down and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the back of the suite where the huge bed was separated from the rest of the room by being recessed behind the back wall of the bathroom. Charles stopped short when he saw how big the bed was and remarked in his best Irish brogue, "Is that a bed or a...or a parade ground? Oh, a man'd hafta be a sprinter to catch his wife in a bed like that!" It made Diana giggle to hear him mimic another line from "The Quiet Man," and then he grinned sexily as he said in his normal voice, "But don't worry...I'm fast!"

She grinned back just as sexily and purred, "That may be a good thing for you, because you make me feel insatiable so you may have to run FROM me!" as she nudged her shoes off her feet and they fell to the floor at the foot of the bed.

The flames in his eyes roared up a notch as he moved to the side of the bed and laid her down and stayed kneeling beside her, looking down at her as he pushed his shoes off his feet, pulled his socks off and then said, "Not a chance, pretty lady—I've been waiting my whole life for a woman like you! I've got a lot of pent up lust and desire that has just been waiting for a woman who could handle it—think you're up to the challenge?" as he slightly moved his head and crooked his left eyebrow sexily at her—almost exactly like the big man does. 

The flames in her eyes matched his as she growled lustfully, "You damn well better believe it, you..." She hesitated when she realized she started to call him "big man;" that endearment was reserved only for her first love. So she ran her eyes down his body, noting his wide shoulders, his big, hairy chest and trim, furry abdomen, and the large bulge in the front of his trousers. Charles was every bit as sexy as the big man, so she made that her first endearment for him as she looked back up into his face and groaned, "...you sexy man!"

Charles nearly lost control from the way she called him "sexy man" and he growled again as he panted heavily from the throbbing of his cock, fighting the urge to just flip her over onto her hands and knees and take her from behind like an animal! God, how she drove his lust! He closed his eyes and clenched his hands as he took a few deep, slow breaths to regain his control—he was determined that he was going to prove to her that he could please her more than any man ever could again. He was just about under control when his eyes popped open to stare at her lustfully as he heard her start to purr provocatively ...




Charles and Diana Ch. 03



"What's the matter, sexy man? Afraid I might not be able to handle what you really want to do to me? Do I make you feel like an animal? When it comes to sex, we're all animals...it's an instinct. A lot of male animals are driven to fuck whatever females they can—but not you. You mate for life...and now that you've found your mate, don't you feel driven to fuck me like you've always yearned to? Like you need to plant your seed in me and procreate? By the way, I do hope you want children!" She said that last sentence rather matter-of-factly.

He had been just about to pounce on her when she made the statement about procreating, and he almost jerked as it struck his brain that he's already ejaculated inside her twice and they didn't use any kind of precautions! He looked at her with a stunned expression on his face and said, "Yes, I've always wanted children, but not right away! I want at least a year or two to enjoy what we can do for each other sexually before we have children—you know our sex life won't be the same after that! And I've got a lot of wasted years to make up for, don't you?"

She grinned and nodded, but then he asked her carefully, "Not that I'm going to hold anything against you, but just for my own peace of mind...how many men have you had sex with and was it always without any kind of protection?"

She frowned as she thought back over the years and counted the number of men she'd had sex with, then she looked at him and said, "Fifteen. Sixteen including you, but only two were without any protection...John Wayne and you."

His eyes went wide, then he frowned and sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Diana...I knew you'd had a bit of experience with sex, but...I'd figured most of it would have been with only a few men who you may have dated for awhile...but fifteen? What happened in your life to make you use men like...prostitutes?"

Diana snorted a laugh after he said that...it was a very good term for what she'd done. So she sat up next to him and explained how she'd always had low self-esteem growing up because she had taken it so personally when she was picked on and teased as a child just because she was one of the youngest and smallest kids in her neighborhood. When she developed her shapely body just before she was 13, boys had only wanted to go out with her so they could feel her up and try to have sex with her, and then had rejected her when she wouldn't give in—she never had a steady boyfriend.

She lost her virginity when she was 23 to a bastard who'd tricked her into thinking she was in love with him because he tried to personify John Wayne for her when she told him that she'd always fantasized about Wayne, and that he reminded her of Wayne. But his motive all along had been just to take her virginity...that was his thing...being the first man to fuck a virgin—he'd dumped her as soon as it was over. She'd gotten so upset with herself for being so stupid that she had given up looking for love. But she'd developed a potent sexuality during her late teens because of her lust for John Wayne and her fascination with the sensuousness of sex, and in her mid to late twenties, it drove her to need sex every so often. So she'd gone out and found men who'd attracted her enough, made them understand and agree that sex was all she wanted from them and once it was over, she never saw them again, and she never even told them her name.

When she had her chance encounter with the big man, she had just hoped that he would be attracted to her enough and that she'd be able to convince him to have sex with her...she'd never expected him to instantly desire her more than any woman he'd ever met and then fall in love with her! It had been Wayne who had convinced her she was a wonderful woman who deserved to find happiness with a man worthy of her—he'd wanted to be that man. He'd even convinced her that if he could get her pregnant even though she wasn't in the fertile period of her cycle during their weekend, that it would've been a sign they were meant to be together...but it didn't happen. So they'd parted, with him making her promise that she would find a "decent" man worthy of her love.

Then she looked at him sincerely and said, "So, if everything you've told me about yourself is true and not bullshit, then I'd say you're definitely a decent man worthy of my love. I think the big man would be very happy for me...jealous of you, but happy for me!" as she smiled softly at him.

He'd frowned as she told him about her past; he knew she was telling the truth because from everything she'd experienced and felt during her childhood and adolescence and how she'd reacted to the episode when she'd lost her virginity, she was a classic case of a beautiful woman who should've been a happy, healthy, confidant individual, but instead had felt rejected and full of self-doubt. She had loads of self-confidence now because of her supposed "encounter" with the "big man"—but he still believed that was a dream or fantasy she had contrived for herself in order to give her that confidence.

He reached his hand up to stroke her cheek and said gently, "I'll never hold any of this against you. I just wish we could've met when we were teenagers—I'd have been your steady boyfriend and I would never have let you go then. You would never have fallen in love with John Wayne because I would've made you fall in love with me instead. And you wouldn't have suffered all those years of pain and self-doubt. I'm so sorry, pretty lady. I hope I can take away any lingering pain you feel," he finished quietly as he wiped away a few tears that had started to fall from her eyes thinking she still felt the pain of her past hurts.

Diana had started to cry because Charles was so sincere in his wish that he could've prevented all that pain for her, but he thought she was still suffering from it. She smiled at him as she stopped crying and said, "You already have. The only pain you could cause me now is if you ever try to throw any of my past back at me. I've been honest with you about everything—why would I tell you things like that about me if they weren't true? I have just one request—don't ever ask me for any intimate details about my weekend with the 'big man'—understand?"

He frowned slightly as he nodded that he understood; there she goes, sending him mixed signals again. If it had actually happened, then of course she would feel uncomfortable telling her husband what she had done with another man. If it were a dream or a fantasy, why would she be so unwilling to give him any details about what happened between them? Because she hadn't concocted the story as a sexual fantasy—it was a fantasy about being loved by someone who could affirm for her that she was worthy of being loved.

That had to be it...there was no other explanation. And he was not going to try to take that away from her; as long as she continued to love him and show her love for him as much as she has in just the past 2 hours, then he'll take her as she is...without reservations. His heart opened to her completely in that moment; he knew he'd never love anyone else like this ever again.



Charles and Diana Ch. 04



Charles Richards stood up and took his wife Diana Maitland Richards' hand, pulled her up and against him from the side of the bed in their honeymoon suite in Vegas as he bent down to kiss her tenderly, and pressed her body against his. They were both naked from the waist up and he could feel her large, soft breasts crushed against his upper abdomen and his hard cock pressed against her lower abdomen; he suddenly realized how short she was not standing in her high-heeled shoes—just over 5 feet! When she'd had her shoes on, her breasts were against his lower chest and his cock had pressed against the front of her crotch—she was really short!

He was going to have to lay her down to get to her breasts easily, so he turned to the bed and threw the bedspread and top sheet to the other side of the bed, bent down and picked her up again and laid her on the bed as he said hungrily, "Now, where were we? Oh, yes...I still want to caress, kiss, lick and suck on your beautiful breasts. Is that alright with you?" She moaned and nodded in response, so he laid down next to her on her left, kissed her lips softly and then started to move his mouth down to her neck and shoulders. He trailed his lips and tongue over the soft skin on her shoulders, pausing briefly at the curve of her neck as he felt her shiver, and then goose bumps formed on her shoulder and down her arm. He raised his head to look at her and said, "I guess that feels really good to you!"

She barely opened her eyes and moaned at him, "You have no idea how good that feels!" She'd thought no other man but John Wayne, the big man, could send those tingles through her body when he kissed her neck and shoulder—God, how she'd missed that feeling! And it was even more intense when Charles did it, because his mustache just added to the sensation! She said another silent "Thank You" to God for His Mercy in sending her a man that was fully capable of making her not miss the big man so much any more. She almost started to feel guilty that she may have lied to Wayne; she was starting to feel that she wanted, needed and loved Charles as much as she did the big man, even though she'd sworn to him that no other man could make her feel the way he did.

She had truly believed it was impossible; and yet, here was a man who she knew absolutely was not John Wayne, who was very different from him in many ways, but they seemed to share some physical and personality traits that she so totally responded to as a woman. She still felt shocked at times that Charles had told her he'd only been with one other woman in his life; his ex-wife who had cheated on him! If he'd made love to his ex-wife like this, she thought the woman must've been a fool! She looked at him and said huskily, "Your ex-wife was a damn fool! How could she have cheated on you? You are so good at making me feel so sexy and desirable!"

He looked down at her as he started to caress her right breast and said softly, "She wouldn't let me make her feel like this...I had thought it was because we were both virgins when we married and that she didn't know how to just let herself be a woman and enjoy sex. I didn't realize until just before we split up that she had learned to enjoy sex with another man. I think the thing that pissed me off even more than the thought that she'd let another man take her in so many different ways, was that she hadn't even allowed me to show her that I could do better. I'd had so many images and fantasies of all the things I'd wanted to do to her and with her and she wouldn't even consider it. Her mother had her so screwed up by telling her that wives were only supposed to let their husbands fuck them to make babies—not to enjoy sex with them, that's what prostitutes were for—the stupid bitch!" he muttered fiercely.

Diana put her hands on the sides of his face and neck and stared into his eyes and said, "If we ever run into the stupid bitch, I'll tell her and show her what a goddamn fool she was. I'll drag the bitch home and make you fuck me in front of her so she can see what she missed out on! I'll make you tease her until she thinks that I would actually let you show her what she could've had with you—and then have you push her away at the last minute and fuck me instead, while I tell her that I've probably fucked way more men than she has and that you're, by far, the best lover I've ever had."

He'd started to caress her breasts more firmly as she described this little revenge scenario against his ex-wife—she was slightly sadistic—he liked that! Then he squeezed her nipples a little firmer and said, "And I'd tell her that I didn't care how many men you'd fucked before me because all that mattered to me was that I'm the last man who will ever have his dick in your pussy again." He felt a thrill go through him at the look on her face when he used such explicit words to say what he meant. 

She was breathing heavily and moaning softly from what he was doing to her breasts, and when he joined in on her little revenge fantasy, it excited her that he was starting to loosen up and use a little more dirty talk with her. She looked up at him and groaned sexily, "I hope you plan to do more with your dick than just fuck my pussy." He widened his eyes slightly and asked what she had in mind, so she continued, "Well, I hope you plan to let me lick and suck on it, too." He smiled and nodded, and then she said, "And, of course, there's my ass..."

His hand on her breast stilled and he squeezed her nipple tightly for a moment as he stared at her in slight shock again. This was the one taboo that he'd asked his bitch ex-wife's lover about, and the bastard said he'd tried to get her to do it, but she'd refused. Charles had always believed that in order for a woman to let a man put his cock in her ass, she'd have to trust him implicitly—he'd read that one time in some forward-thinking psychological text on the intimacies of sex.

It had said that scientists in sexual studies had discovered that penetrating the anus could provide as much, if not more, pleasure for a woman than penetrating her vagina. The trick was getting past the sphincter muscles at the opening of the anus. The psychological text had indicated that, for a woman, trust in her partner was more important than any physical stimulation to relax the woman's sphincter enough to allow her partner's penis into her anus without any physical discomfort. 

His eyes burned at her and he squeezed her nipple harder and growled jealously, "And just how many dicks have you had in your ass? I can't imagine from what you've told me about your past that you've been able to trust any man enough to let them fuck your ass! Tell me, Diana, how many?"

She was panting heavily with lust as his jealousy caused him to talk dirty and the slight pain he was inflicting on her nipple was making her pussy throb with excitement and desire. She growled back at him, "No dicks, just fingers and tongues—I had to find the right man that I could trust and with the perfect dick for my ass. And from the way your dick felt in my pussy earlier, I can't wait to feel it in my ass!"

He pinched her nipple hard again and groaned deeply, "Swear to me that you've never had another man's dick up your ass!" She moaned loudly and swore it. He bent his head down and sucked the tip of her right breast that he'd been squeezing painfully into his mouth, fluttering his tongue over the tip, and then released it and licked it firmly with his tongue; then he sucked just her hard nipple between his lips and nipped it softly with his teeth.

Suddenly, she arched her back as she groaned, "Oh, God!" and then her hips were undulating on the bed as the orgasm that had been building since he first started torturing her breasts over 30 minutes ago came ripping through her. He looked up at her in amazement as he realized she was coming, and he moved his left hand down under her slip and into her panties and put his fingers in her dripping, throbbing pussy. She looked at him and whimpered, and pleaded softly, "Make love to me now, Charles. Make me yours; tell me you'll never love another woman the way you love me!"

That was all he needed to hear. He withdrew his hand from her pussy, rose up on his knees and unzipped his pants and shoved them and his underwear over his hips and ass to his knees and kicked them off his legs while he leaned down and grasped her slip and panties and peeled them off of her hips. He heard her groan when she saw his hard cock as it sprang back up when it emerged from his underwear as he pushed them down. When he'd gotten her panties and slip about half-way down her thighs and had a clear view of her crotch, he groaned deeply when he saw the soft, golden hair on her mound—she was a true blonde—it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, other than her face.

He finished peeling her slip and panties down her legs as he moved down by her feet. As soon as her legs were free of her underwear, she bent her knees and spread her legs and held her arms toward him as he crawled up over her, pausing to plant a soft kiss on her golden mound. She wrapped her left arm around his torso and wrapped her right hand around his hard cock to guide him as he entered her, slowly sliding his throbbing 8-inches of hard, male flesh into her tight, wet pussy...he knew this was where he belonged, and she knew she'd lied to the big man—she craved Charles' beautiful, long cock as much as she had his huge, thick shaft.

The feelings were incredibly different; the thrill from the big man's cock had been the feeling of such complete fullness from being stretched open so much, but Charles' cock was longer and the ease of the deeper penetration gave her just as much of a thrill. She arched her back as she felt the head of Charles' cock deeper inside her than she'd ever been penetrated before and she couldn't stop herself from moaning, "Oh, God, YES! Oh, your cock feels so good inside me! Fuck me, my love! Do to me whatever you've been imagining since you first saw me!"

Charles groaned, "Oh, God, Diana! Your pussy feels so tight and wet and warm. I want to just stay like this inside you. Oh, God...I always knew it could feel like this! You belong to me now and I could never love another woman the way I love you!" He looked down at her and asked huskily, "I'll bet every man who's ever been inside you felt like your pussy was made for them... did any of them tell you that?" as he looked at her hotly with no apparent anger.

She said softly, "Only one other man told me that. The rest all had condoms on, and their dicks weren't as big, so I don't think it felt as good to them. That's why I only allowed them to fuck me once, because none of them could satisfy me. But I'll take your beautiful, long cock inside me whenever you want! I'll do whatever you want me to do, and whenever you want me; just tell me—I'm yours! Oh, God, Charles! Just fuck me...please!" she moaned desperately as she closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth.

He'd never known the sight and sound of a beautiful, horny woman begging him to fuck her could be so...so...empowering! She made him feel like such a powerful, sexy man, and it drove his lust and made him want to fuck her senseless so she'd never think about John Wayne or any of those other men ever again. He pulled his dick out of her slowly, and kept the head right at her entrance as he barely moved his hips, rubbing the tip on her pussy lips until she whimpered, and he growled hotly, "Look at me, Diana. Who am I?" he asked her when she half-opened her lust-filled eyes.

"You're my sexy, new husband, Charles!" she moaned.

He plunged deeply into her with a hard grunt, making her groan loudly, and he said sexily, "Good. That was a good answer. And who else am I?" he asked as he pulled slowly out of her again to rub the tip of his dick on her soft, slick labia and clit. When she frowned in confusion, not sure what he wanted her to say, he growled between grunts as he started to plunge hard and deep into her, "I am the...last man...you will ever...fuck again! You are mine! ...I own you now... body...heart...and soul! You... belong...to me! Show me how much my dick pleases you...cum for me!" He started slamming his hips into her as she thrust hers back against him.

He felt her back arch as her pussy tightened on his dick, her head rolled upward and her mouth was open in a silent scream. Then he felt her pussy start to throb on his dick as she moaned loudly, and he kept thrusting into her as her body writhed beneath him because he felt an orgasm coming. His hips bucked hard a couple times and then he slammed his hips against hers and left his dick buried in her as deeply as he could while several spurts of semen shot inside her with the last few throbs of her pussy, while he growled loudly through his gritted teeth. He'd never had such intense orgasms before in his life—but then he'd never felt a woman's pussy pulsing on his dick, or a pussy that stays as tight as hers!

As he collapsed on top of his beautiful, sexy new wife, he remembered back to the only other times he'd ever felt something this tight on his cock. The first was on his first wedding night when he'd taken his ex-wife's virginity; she had whimpered in pain and then cried afterward because she said it had hurt. He'd tried after that night to do everything she would let him as foreplay to turn her on...kissing her neck and softly caressing the sides of her breasts, running his fingers lightly in her slit. He'd discovered strictly by accident that her clitoris was the only way to make her orgasm when she'd gasped and her hips bucked when he'd been stroking it for a couple minutes on one of the last nights of their honeymoon.

It was her first orgasm and it scared her; he tried to convince her that that was what was supposed to happen, and when he'd asked her if it felt good, she'd been embarrassed to admit that it had and told him that it made her feel ashamed to feel like a slut. He'd tried to make her see that, because he was her husband, it in no way made her a slut to enjoy him giving her an orgasm—it was what husbands and wives were supposed to do for each other!

Then she'd told him that her mother had said the only thing a wife was supposed to do was let her husband put his sex organ inside her to make babies, and that if the husband wanted to do more than that, then she should tell him to go find a prostitute to satisfy his other urges! He'd been astounded to hear that; he'd known her mother was strict, but he had no idea that she'd been such a prude and had filled her daughter's head with that kind of nonsense!

It had taken a couple years of religious and psychological counseling to convince his ex-wife that she could try to relax and enjoy sex and that she was not acting like a slut. But she still wouldn't have sex very often, only a few times a month, and the only thing she allowed him to do was to try to give her an orgasm with his fingers and then let him fuck her until he came.

And he wore condoms most of the time because they had agreed they didn't want children until he was out of college and med school and had a steady job. He'd hated the thought of condoms because he'd been raised in the Catholic Church and they were not an approved method of birth control according to the Church; but they couldn't use the "rhythm method" because his ex-wife told him she knew nothing about her female cycle and she refused to learn anything about it.

The few times she allowed him inside her without a condom had been because he'd begged her once to let him feel what it was like not to have that barrier between them—and once he'd felt the difference, he'd beg her every so often to let him do it again, always promising to pull out of her before he came. Then he'd had to beg her to use her hand to help him reach orgasm. It had seemed like he was always begging her for sex! 

Little did he know that the counseling had not taught his ex-wife that she was only supposed to enjoy sex with him; she had taken it to mean she should be enjoying sex, but her mother's voice still rang in her ears about not letting her husband give her pleasure. So she'd gone elsewhere for sexual fulfillment, never letting on to him for 5 years that she'd been fucking another man on the side. He'd been so busy studying psychology and psychiatry in med school the last several years of their marriage, that he hadn't been studying her; if he had, he might've gotten a clue sooner as to what she was up to.

But then, not quite a year into his job with the FBI, building his skills as an observer of people's behavior, he'd finally picked up on something different about her, and he'd used his interrogation skills to finally wheedle her into a confession. She'd told him at that time that she'd only done it once a few years back and that she'd known it was a mistake right away and she hadn't done it again. He'd been terribly hurt, but she'd seemed remorseful so he did his best to forgive her and tried to get on with their life.

But he had some anger issues come up because of her infidelity and he started blowing up at her, ranting at her until she'd start crying; and then one night she blew up at him and had screamed through her tears, "I shouldn't have to take this shit from you! He'd never treat me this way!" That's when he'd grabbed her arms and shook her until she'd told him who HE was and where he lived. The address she gave him was for an apartment not far from their house in Washington that the bastard had been renting for the two of them to meet for sex, and that he'd called her earlier that day and had asked her to come to him if she could get away.

Well, that was all he'd needed to hear! He took her and locked her in their bedroom so she couldn't get to the phone and call the bastard to warn him. That's when he'd taken his gun, beaten the shit out of the bastard and made him tell everything they'd been doing. The man had been almost as big as he, but the bastard was several years older and not in very good shape, and Charles had had rage on his side so he'd easily beaten the bastard. He'd derived immense satisfaction when he'd stuck his gun in the man's face and the wimp bastard had started to cry and beg for his life.

It was the first time Charles had ever used such language, but he'd cursed that bastard and his ex-wife as he'd forced the details out of him. "You lousy bastard...what the fuck gives you the right to be sticking your dick in my wife's pussy? How long have you been fucking her?" Five years, the bastard had squeaked. "How many times have you fucked her?" He hadn't been keeping count! "Do you use condoms when you fuck my wife?" No. Charles smashed his knee into the man's groin making him almost double over and growled angrily, "You fucking bastard! I ought to cut your dick off! When was the last time you fucked her?" Two days ago. THE BITCH! He hadn't fucked her in over two weeks! 

"How many different ways have you fucked her?" Lots of different ways he'd whimpered. This was when Charles had cocked his gun and stuck it in the bastard's mouth and said menacingly, "You nod yes or no as I name some, understand?" Yes, he'd nodded. "In bed?" Yes. "On other furniture?" Yes. "The couch?" Yes. "A chair?" Yes. "A table?" Yes. "The shower?" Yes. FUCK! Was there anywhere they didn't? "Have you fucked her from behind?" Yes. "Does she like to be on top?" Yes. "Have you put your TONGUE in her pussy?" Yes. "Have you put you DICK in her mouth?" Yes. "FUCKING BITCH!" he'd roared, as the man flinched in terror.

He'd grabbed the bastard's collar tighter and said quietly, "I wouldn't flinch too hard if I were you...you might accidentally make me pull the trigger...that wouldn't be good for you!" Then he'd had a sickening thought, "I'm going to ask you a couple more questions and you'd better tell me the truth, because if I find out you lied about this, I'll come back and kill you! You understand?" The bastard nodded with his eyes wide. "Did you ever put your nasty dick in my wife's ass?" He shook his head no very fast. "Did you try to?" A slow nod yes. "Well, at least the bitch held something back from you, too. But, I can change that!" He'd left the bastard with the warning that if he tried to have him arrested for assault he'd be sure to tell everyone exactly why he'd assaulted him—he was sure the bastard was someone who wouldn't have wanted this type of thing widely known.




Charles and Diana Ch. 04



That was when he got his second experience with shoving his dick into a tight hole. He'd lost it with his ex-wife when he confronted her with everything the bastard had told him and she had screamed at him that it was all true, and that the bastard had made her feel more alive and sexy than he ever had. He'd cursed her savagely—he slapped her face, shoved her on her knees in front of him, made her undo his pants and pull his already hard dick out and had told her, "Open your mouth, you cock-sucking bitch, and get my dick wet!" as he'd grabbed her hair and shoved her face toward his crotch.

He'd been stunned to see a look of lust come over her face when he did that and it made him sneer angrily; after she had thoroughly wet his dick with her tongue and mouth, he dragged her to the kitchen table, spun her around and bent her over it, threw her dress up over her back, and ripped her pantyhose and underwear off of her. While he'd held her head down on the kitchen table by a handful of her hair, she had acted like she was excited and wanted him to fuck her...the whore!

He'd just sneered cruelly as he rubbed the head of his dick at her wet pussy making her whimper desperately and he growled at her, "Yeah, now you'd beg me to fuck you, wouldn't you, you whore! Well, go on...beg me! I've been begging you for years...now it's your turn, you bitch! Beg me to put my hard dick in your whoring pussy and fuck you! Let me hear it, bitch...BEG ME YOU WHORE!!!" He'd derived immense satisfaction again when the bitch had begged him to put his nice, big dick in her wet pussy and fuck her hard; but he took her by surprise when he shoved his dick in her ass to the hilt as she screamed in pain.

He'd noted that her lustful excitement seemed to have relaxed her asshole, so he took his revenge on her and her bastard lover. Then he'd bent over her and growled in her ear, "I just wanted to put my dick somewhere else in your body that your bastard lover's nasty dick hasn't been yet! Now he'll know that I got your virgin pussy AND ass before he did!" The bitch had started to cry from the pain at this point and Charles laughed cruelly as he said, "At least now when you tell anyone that your ex-husband was a pain in your ass, you won't be lying!" 

He'd almost wanted to continue to sodomize her until he could cum, but he'd started to realize his rage at her was turning him into a cruel bastard and he didn't like the feeling, so he'd stopped himself and just kicked her out of the house immediately. Then he'd gone and taken a long shower to wash his dick thoroughly and then turned the water to cold while he pounded on the shower walls and roared in anger. He'd ended up crouched at the back of the tub with his arms wrapped around his bent legs and his forehead propped on his knees...crying harder than he ever had in his life.  

Charles rose up on his forearms and shook his head slightly to try to get rid of all those unpleasant memories, and looked down into the face of his sexy new wife. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; she looked up at him with love and desire in her sparkling gray-blue eyes, her cheeks were flushed with a light rose-pink color, and her lips were a darker shade of rose. He noticed for the first time that she had no make-up on her face at all, and still she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly and deeply, then he stared at her and said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can hardly believe that you're my wife! I've felt so empty and alone for so long, but that went away the moment I saw you just hours ago; I knew I had to convince you that you belonged to me...that we belonged together! Please tell me you feel the same way!"

Diana stared up at him as she brought her hands from around his back to his sides and chest, up to his shoulders and neck, caressing him firmly, and said softly, "I've been waiting for you! I knew there had to be another man out there somewhere that could make me feel this way! You make me feel so alive...so sexy...so desirable...and I need that...and I need you. You are the only other man who could make me feel so loved in so short a time...we've known each other for what...3 hours now? Would you have ever believed that you could spot a woman in a bar, know that she was the one, fly her off to Las Vegas and marry her and make love to her within a 3-hour period?"

He smiled down at her as he said, "Well, it's actually been more like 5 hours; I'd spotted you in that pub the moment I walked in. It just took me a couple hours to study you and figure out if my gut instinct about you would hold up to a lifelong commitment. I'd figured out that it would but I'd thought it was going to take longer to convince you of that because you tried to walk away when I said you belonged to me, and then tried to slap me when I kissed you! Why did you do that?"

She smiled softly and said, "I still had some lingering doubts about my ability to judge what a man really wants from me. No man had ever boldly walked up to me and told me that I belonged to him and was going to be his wife. And when you kissed me and I felt your hard cock pressed against me, I thought you were just saying what you thought I wanted to hear so I'd give in and just let you fuck me...but I already knew I wanted more than that from you. I was so glad when you played along with me on that scene from 'The Quiet Man;' I knew then that you were the one. I'd told the big man the last time I saw him at the premiere in March that I'd know when I found the right man—I just hadn't expected to find you this soon!"

They felt his cock starting to slip out of her and they both frowned as he lifted his body off of her and then lay down next to her left on his side and propped his head on his right hand to look down at her. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Now, what are we going to do about birth control? You know, it may already be too late!"

Diana smiled up at him and said, "I doubt we'll have to worry about it this weekend. I know my cycle and I'm not in my fertile period at the moment. The same thing happened with the big man and I didn't get pregnant then, so I doubt I will now. But, we will have to figure out what to do when I am fertile! I don't like condoms and I've heard too many horror stories from women who've tried other forms of contraceptive devices, so I'm not too keen on that idea. Here is what I have in mind: during the 10 days or so of my fertile cycle, I think we should just pleasure each other in other ways. I can give you blow jobs, you can lick my pussy and fuck my ass, or my pussy if you think you can maintain control enough to pull out in time—how does that sound to you?"

Charles just grinned, chuckled quietly and shook his head at her as he said, "You're amazing! How did I get so lucky? I guess God is trying to help me make up for my mistake with my first wife. I had thought she was my one true love—boy, was I wrong! Every time I learn something new about you, I'm just more and more convinced that we were meant for each other. I can't believe how close our birthdays are, just 11 days apart, and I can tell people that you're my 'old lady' and I won't be lying!"

Diana's eyes widened in surprise and she grabbed a pillow and flung it at his head; how dare he call her "old lady" when she's only 11 days older that he! They had learned each other's birth dates when they were filling out the papers for their marriage license and they had looked at each other and smiled. They also learned that both of them were using their middle names—his legal name was Robert Charles Richards and hers was Suzanne Diana Maitland. He just preferred the name Charles and so did she; Robert had been the name of the bastard who'd taken her virginity. She preferred the name Diana and so did he; the name Suzanne sounded too close to his ex-wife—Sue.

Then she realized why they both had tempers—they were both Scorpios, and the few things she'd read regarding the astrological signs had always indicated that Scorpios had a tendency to be temperamental and that 2 Scorpios would not make for a good match. She hoped those astrologists were wrong! She looked at him with her eyebrows raised and said, "You know, we're both Scorpios and we both have tempers and we're not supposed to make for a good match!"

He just looked at her with his eyes smoldering and said, "I've never believed in Astrology. I only believe in my gut instincts and what I feel with my heart; and my gut and my heart tell me that we belong together. I think our tempers are just going to fuel our passion and desire for each other, and how can that be a bad thing? Can you imagine going through the rest of your life without feeling passion or desire? How boring would that be? I love feeling this way, don't you?" When she smiled and nodded, he continued, "I want you to keep me on my toes. Argue with me. Even try to make me a little jealous sometimes...I never want the way I feel about you now to go away!"

He leaned down and kissed her passionately and they both realized that they felt exactly the same; they both needed the feelings of deep passion and desire to make them feel alive, and as long as they could provide that for each other, they'd be the happiest married couple ever. As he kissed her, he started to become aware that they were both sticky and sweaty, so he broke the kiss slowly and then suggested to her that they take a quick shower so they could more pleasantly further explore each other's bodies.

She smiled and nodded in agreement, so he got up and picked her up off the bed and carried her to the bathroom, and they showered together in the large shower stall. She washed him first; she admired his broad shoulders and sinewy back that tapered to his trim waist and lean hips; she ogled his hard, round ass and his strongly muscled legs as she firmly ran her hands over his sexy body. He had a long torso and he needed to wear shirts for a tall man, but his legs were only average in length; if his legs had been more in proportion to his torso, he would've been almost as tall as the big man. Charles' height appeared to be right at 6 feet.

While he still had his back to her and he leaned with his hands propped on the back shower wall, she soaped her hands again and reached around and started to wash his crotch. As soon as she went to wrap her hand around his cock, she noted he was already half hard and she felt him start to stiffen even more, and she couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I guess this feels really good to you!"

He moaned like she had when he'd kissed her neck and shoulders as she slowly stroked his cock and then he groaned, "You have no idea how good this feels to me! My ex-wife would never bathe with me! I tried many times to coax her into it, but she had me convinced that she was almost as prudish as her mother—until I found out that she'd fucked that bastard in the shower... SON-OF-A-BITCH!" he roared as he pounded the shower wall with his hand. His voice had gradually changed from a groan to a low menacing growl as he remembered the anger and lust he'd felt when he'd pictured that bastard fucking his ex-wife in the shower.

Diana was pressed against the back of his body, still stroking his cock, which was now fully hard, and he was breathing heavily from the remembered lust and anger and he growled, "I even had to beg that bitch to stroke me with her hands to get me off the few times she let me fuck her without wearing a condom when I had to pull out so she wouldn't get pregnant! I realize now that she must've loathed touching me because her hands didn't feel anywhere near as good as your hands feel stroking my hard dick." 

Then Diana moaned as she put her left hand down on his balls and started to massage them as she continued to stroke his hard, soapy cock firmly with her right hand, and she groaned, "Oh, Charles! I love the feel of my hand sliding up and down your long, hard shaft...I can't wait to take you in my mouth as well! Do you think your bitch ex-wife ever made that bastard feel this good?"

Charles growled, "I don't give a damn how she made him feel! And, I don't care about her any more—SHE could never have made me feel this good! Oh, God, Diana! I love how your hands feel on my cock and balls! You know just how to stroke me...oh, yeah! Oh, God! I'm gonna cum soon..." Charles moaned as his hips started to thrust, so Diana increased the pace and the pressure of her hand on his cock as she felt his balls tighten up.

She felt the first pulse of his cock as he started to cum, and she slowed the rhythm of her hand to match each pulse as she coaxed him gently, "Oh, yeah, cum for me, baby...that's it my sexy man! Let me make you feel good...I'll stroke your beautiful cock and make you cum whenever you want me to!" Diana noticed that Charles groaned even louder and his hips bucked harder a few times as she talked to him and continued to stroke him through his orgasm.

Charles couldn't help but groan louder after the first pulse of his orgasm when Diana started coaxing him to let go and his orgasm felt like it intensified—God, she knew just how to give him the best orgasms he'd ever had! They were so intense, both physically and emotionally—it was like she was inside his head and knew what he wanted and needed...even when he didn't know it himself! She was still standing behind him, gently massaging his crotch as his whole groin area tingled in the afterglow of her fantastic hand job. He vowed silently that he was going to do his best to give her double the pleasure she was giving him—somehow!  

Charles turned around to face her, then he leaned his head down, kissed her right shoulder and neck and whispered in her ear, "I love you, pretty lady. You are the sexiest, most beautiful and generous lover I could ever imagine finding, and I'm so thankful that you're my wife. And I'm going to remind you every day how beautiful and sexy you are—and that you belong to me! And I pray that I am giving you as much pleasure as you're giving me!" Then he lifted his head and told her he needed to rinse off so he could wash her.

While he washed her, he made her cum twice by stroking his right thumb and fingers on her clit and in her pussy and rubbing his soapy left hand on her breasts while he kissed her neck and shoulders as he stood behind her. Diana clung to the handle on the shower door and a bar on the opposite wall when her legs started to feel shaky; she didn't want him to have to support her because then he wouldn't have been able to continue fondling her breasts! Diana loved the extra intensity she got with those orgasms from the combination of his stimulation of her breasts, pussy and clit with his hands and fingers, and his lips and mustache on her neck and shoulders all at the same time!

After Diana's second orgasm, Charles put his arms around her from behind and held her as she recovered to normal breathing. Then he kissed her neck once more and grinned as he felt her shiver again even as warm water was cascading over her body, and softly told her to finish rinsing because he wanted to take her back to bed and start exploring each other with their mouths. He was anxious now to taste her sweet pussy and feel her soft lips wrap around his cock for the first time...



Charles and Diana Ch. 05



Charles and Diana Maitland Richards managed to finish their shower without turning each other on too much, so they could go back out to the big bed in their honeymoon suite at The Riviera Resort in Vegas and be more comfortable as they explored each other's bodies further. He'd never had a real blowjob before, so Diana made him lie back as she showed him the magic she could provide for him with her mouth and hands. His cock was just starting to grow when she began but it didn't take long for her to get him fully erect again.

She marveled over how different his cock was from John Wayne's—the big man; she'd only been able to get the head of the big man's cock into her mouth and had to use her hands to stroke his thick shaft. But Charles' cock was just a little over half as thick as the big man's, so she was able to suck in several inches of Charles' cock until it reached the back of her mouth and she had to stop before it triggered her gag reflex.

She'd read in some sex books when she was younger, researching everything about the sensual aspects of sex, that there was a technique called "deep-throating," where some women had learned how to relax their throat muscles and could take a man's cock all the way into their mouth and down their throat. Well, Diana had known since she was a little girl that she had a strong "gag reflex" that prevents her from putting anything too close to the back of her mouth or holding something in her mouth for too long without either swallowing it or spitting it out. She had tried to practice the methods the book had described for relaxing the throat muscles, but she could never get it to work for her—much to her disappointment. She would've loved to provide that sensual experience for her husband! But no matter; Charles seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to his cock and balls anyway.

It was so sensuous to her to feel her hand and mouth sliding up and down on his soft cock until it became a long, hard rod of velvety male flesh. And she loved the sound of his deep groans when she would pause to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock and then suck it back into her mouth along with several inches of his shaft. When she moved her right hand down to his balls and started to massage them gently, he groaned, "Oh, God!" as he curled the fingers of his right hand into her hair as he was stroking it, and his left hand tried to dig into the mattress next to his thigh as his hips thrust slightly upward.

She was crouched on her knees beside his right hip, leaning over his crotch and he was using his right hand to move her hair out of the way so he could watch her face as she sucked on his dick. He'd read all about blowjobs when he'd gotten several books on sexual techniques to read before he'd married his ex-wife, but reading about it and actually experiencing it was a whole different world! Since they had both been inexperienced, he'd wanted to know how to please his ex-wife, but a lot of the stuff he read in those books, he'd already thought and fantasized about on his own when he'd pictured as a young man what kinds of things men and women could do during sex.

He'd just had an instinct that there was a lot more to sex than just intercourse, which was all his father had explained to him about "the birds and the bees." And that had been only to warn him away from trying to do it with any girls before he was married or he'd get them pregnant; his father had made it sound like every time he had sex with a girl, she'd end up pregnant! But he'd already decided early on that he would not have sex with a woman until she was his wife because his Catholic upbringing had instilled in him a strong sense of marital fidelity and commitment, even after watching the torturous marriage of his parents.

He was oblivious when he was younger as to how pathetic his parents' marriage was, but when he got older and started hanging out at more of his friends' homes and seeing how some of their parents related to one another, he began to realize his parents had a loveless marriage. He had no clue as to why or how they'd become so distant and yet still stayed together, but he vowed to himself that he would not allow his marriage to end up like that. Oh no, he'd been gentle and loving to his wife regardless of how cold she'd seemed, and he'd never dreamed that she could be capable of hurting him so cruelly by cheating on him. 

He was no longer a practicing Catholic; his parents' loveless marriage and the failure of his first marriage had driven him to seek his own relationship with God rather than listening to a group of celibate religious leaders who had no clue as to the realities of marriage. The way he saw it, God had intended for men and women to procreate and populate the earth, and He'd been smart about it by making sex so potentially pleasurable that mating partners would seek each other out for sex. It was just a little something extra that God gave us to make life here on earth more worthwhile. And when God saw fit to bring two people together who stimulate each other so potently as he and Diana, it was nothing short of a miracle to him.

Yes, God was definitely making it up to him by leading him to Diana; she seemed to know instinctively how to please him. She was slowly and torturously stroking his dick with her mouth and hand—her soft lips and tongue sliding up and down his shaft...occasionally swirling her tongue around the head. Her left hand was wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft and sliding up and down with her mouth as she pulled up until her lips rubbed firmly over the head of his dick, and then she would suck him back into her mouth, firmly sliding her hand back down to the base of his shaft again.

Meanwhile, her right hand was gently massaging his balls, cupping them every so often just to feel the weight of them in her hand. As they started to tighten up when he got closer to orgasm, he felt a jolt of pleasure and a slight massaging pressure on the area under his balls; she was massaging his perineum! She knew about this? He'd read about it in one of those sexual technique books, and he'd gotten so frustrated at one point during his first marriage from all the masturbating he'd been doing that he'd tried it on himself to see if it would make him cum faster—and boy, had it worked!

He groaned louder and said, "Yessss, that feels sooo good! Please keep doing that...a little harder though...oh, yeah! That's it! Oh, God! Oh, how I love you, Diana! Ahhhhh...!!!" as his hips thrust slowly at first and then bucked hard a few times when she applied just a little more pressure on his perineum, triggering a harder orgasm. He barely registered in his brain the fact that she kept her lips around the head of his cock and let him cum in her mouth as she continued to stroke his shaft with every pulse. It made it feel like this orgasm lasted so much longer than it actually did, and he just enjoyed the waves of pleasure radiating through his whole groin area.

Diana had swallowed his cum as it shot into her mouth, but after the last pulse of his cock, she squeezed and stroked his shaft a couple more times to make sure she got the last drops and licked them off the tip, then kissed it softly. Then she leaned down and put her nose in the thick patch of dark, curly hair at the base of his cock and inhaled his clean, male scent, causing her to moan deeply as it was even stronger than the scent she'd gotten from his chest hair. Her pussy was throbbing and flooding with more wetness as she sat up and smiled sexily at him.

He held his arms out to her and told her to come to him, and as she crawled up over him, he brought his head up and kissed her mouth, forcing his tongue in to stroke hers as he groaned deeply. When he laid his head back on the pillow again, his eyes burned at her as he said huskily, "I've always wanted to see what my woman's mouth would taste like after I came in it. I guess it's sort of like a dog marking his territory and then sniffing it afterward to make sure he knows what his own scent is!" as he started to chuckle quietly.

She snorted a laugh as she lay down next to him and said, "That sounds kind of disgusting! I prefer to think of it as you telling me how much you enjoyed me giving you that kind of pleasure and that you're comfortable with your own scent and taste!" as she continued to chuckle softly.

He chuckled with her as he said, "OK, I guess that's a better way to put it! And how about you? Are you comfortable with your own scent and taste?"

She purred sexily at him, "Hmmm, let's see!" as she reached her right hand down and rubbed her index and middle fingers into her pussy a few times, coating them in her juices, and then brought her hand up to show him her wet fingers. Then, as they stared at each other, she put her fingers in front of her face and sniffed them lightly, then stuck both of them into her mouth and pulled them out slowly, licking them clean as she murmured, "Mmmmm...you wanna taste?"

Charles had sucked in a breath when he saw her put her own fingers in her pussy, and when he watched bring her hand back up and then stared at him as she sniffed and then licked her own wetness off her fingers, he exhaled raggedly as he felt the burning of desire spreading through his loins. "Oh, my God, Diana! Is there nothing you won't do to turn me on?"

"I don't know. I'm still learning what turns you on! I just hope you'll make it very clear if I do something that you don't like so I'll know not to do it again! Now, I'll ask you again...do you want to taste me?"

He growled, "I've wanted to taste you since I sniffed your panties on the plane, and I almost licked my fingers off after I made you cum that second time, but I wanted my first real taste of you to be directly from your pussy. I've wanted to taste a woman since I saw my first dirty picture of a woman's spread open pussy. My first thought when I saw those folds of pink flesh with all those little nubs and crevices, was that a dick was only good for the hole in the middle, the rest was meant to be explored in other ways—and what better ways than with my fingers, lips and tongue! I've never actually done it before, so I hope you'll let me know if my instincts are right!"

Diana was panting just from the way he described how he's longed to taste a woman's pussy; she had no doubt that his instincts would be right on target. Charles told her to lie back and make herself comfortable because it was now his turn to taste and please her, so she lay on her back with her knees up and her legs open, with her body and head propped on several pillows so she could watch him as he took his first taste of a woman's pussy—her pussy! She hoped he was going to enjoy it as much as she knew she was!

Charles positioned himself on his stomach and forearms between her legs; he just stared at her crotch for several moments, savoring his first close-up view of a woman's pussy...and hers was glorious! In all the pictures he'd seen of naked women (which really hadn't been that many), the women all had dark crotch hair. He'd heard some men talking before about women they'd had sex with that they'd referred to as being a "true blonde" or a "true redhead" and he hadn't been sure what they meant—now he was!

He couldn't get over the sight of the lovely, neatly trimmed, golden hair covering her soft mound and pussy lips, and he couldn't resist leaning down to place a lingering kiss on her mound while he inhaled her scent. He groaned deeply as her unique feminine scent, once again, invaded his nostrils and intoxicated him, sending tingling pulses through his loins. He brought his right hand up and started stroking his fingers up and down her glistening slit, just barely parting her outer lips with his fingertips. She was sighing and moaning softly as he did that, her hips just barely undulating with his gentle strokes.  

He wanted a better close-up view of the inner folds of her pussy lips, so he brought his left hand up and used the fingers of both his hands to gently spread her outer lips further open and just marveled at the luscious, wet folds of dark rose feminine flesh. He wasn't sure where to put his tongue first—it all looked so tempting! He decided the best way to get his first overall taste of her was to just take one long lick from the base of her pussy all the way up to the top of her slit. So, he leaned down and put the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her dripping pussy, licked up the collection of her juices there, and then widened his tongue and started to slowly drag it firmly up the middle of her pussy.

Diana had sucked in a breath through her teeth when the tip of his tongue licked at her wet entrance, and when he started to drag his tongue slowly up her slit, she let out a slow, deep, moan, "Ohhhhhhh....!!!!" He couldn't help but moan in response, especially as he started to really taste her essence; she was sweet and musky and it stirred his primal desire for her. When he got to the top of her slit, he swirled his tongue on her clit a couple times, and her hips jerked slightly as she hissed in another breath. He could tell her clit was already very sensitive and it probably wouldn't take much more stimulation to make her cum.

He raised up and looked at her clit; it was a little larger and more pronounced than his ex-wife's had been, especially because it was slightly swollen from her excitement. Diana's clit protruded a little further and was easily manipulated with his tongue, but it almost looked like he could actually get his lips around it as well, so he leaned back down and flicked it a few times with his tongue, then pursed his lips like he was going to kiss it, but also sucked on it lightly. He knew his instincts were right on target when Diana yelled, "Oh, God!" and continued to moan as her hips began to roll in a very sexy manner, like she was wishing there was a dick thrusting in and out of her.

He hadn't been paying attention to how sexily Diana moves when he makes love to her or fucks her, but her whole body seems to translate the pleasure she feels during sex and he was starting to get addicted to watching how she responds to him and what he does to her. He'd always wanted to have sex pretty often, especially when it was being denied him; but he had a feeling that, because of the way they respond to each other, he and Diana may very well be insatiable when it comes to each other! God, how lucky could they be!

He had tried to continue to stimulate her clit while she came, but her hip thrusting intensified and his lips couldn't keep in contact with it, so he put his right index and middle fingers into her pussy and rubbed them in and out of her until her orgasm subsided and her hips were still. He looked up at her when he heard her ask breathlessly, "You swear you've never done this before?"

He grinned sexily as he withdrew his right hand from between her legs, held up his three middle fingers in the Boy Scout salute—two of which were coated in her juices—and said, "On my honor as a Scout...and you know how we Scouts like to explore!" Then he brought his fingers to his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked her juices off of them while he stared at her hotly.

"Ah, fuck! You're definitely earning a merit badge!" Diana groaned, as her pussy throbbed watching him. Then she said, "You realize we may end up killing each other if we keep turning each other on like this! How are we going to live together and get anything done if we can't keep our hands off of each other? You just gave me a great orgasm and all I can think about is having your cock inside me again! What are we going to do?"

Charles rose up, crawled up over her and slid his dick into her as he moaned, "I guess I'll just have to keep putting my cock inside you whenever you want! It's yours, you know. You own me as much as I own you." He started thrusting slowly and deeply into her as he groaned desperately, "Take me, Diana. Take my dick deep inside you. Feel my love and desire for you! Oh, yes, that's it! Thrust with me...let me feel your body move with mine! Oh, God! This feels so good! I always knew it could be this good! Oh, God, Diana! Tell me you love me...tell me you'll never let me go!" he groaned hoarsely as tears came into his eyes.

"Oh, God, I love you, Charles! And, I'll never let you go! I need you and I need this feeling of connection...tell me you feel it, too!" she moaned breathlessly.

"Yes, my love! My heart and soul feel as connected to you as my body...I finally know how it's supposed to feel to make love to a woman." He moved his arms up under her body to clutch her to him as he started to thrust harder and deeper into her, moving his hips in a slightly circular motion that he didn't realize was rubbing his pubic mound against her clit. All he knew was that his desire to feel like he was as deep inside her as he could possibly be drove him to plunge his hips against hers that way. He had his left cheek pressed against hers and was groaning from the intensity of his feelings for her and it was building an intense emotional orgasm for him.

He was keenly aware that she was moving her body in a perfect rhythm with his, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck and one of her hands on the back of his head with her fingers digging in his hair. She was groaning the same as he as she rolled her hips against his, and then she started to moan constantly, "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes...!" Then her back arched as her hips froze and she groaned loudly, "Oh, God, Charles...I love you!" as he felt her pussy start to throb forcefully. His heart nearly burst from his emotional reaction to hearing her say she loved him at the moment she climaxed, and it triggered an intense emotional and physical response from him.

He lifted his head just far enough to look at her and whispered desperately, "I love you, too!" Then he crushed his mouth to hers, and since her lips were already parted as she continued to moan from her orgasm, he stroked his tongue into her mouth as he groaned in pleasure to the pulses of his orgasm. He slowed his thrusting as his orgasm subsided until he was just barely grinding his hips against hers with his dick still buried inside her. As he continued to slowly rub his pubic mound against her, he lifted his head to see her face, and when she opened her eyes, he could see she had tears in her eyes the same as he.

He carefully moved his arms out from under her body to prop himself on his forearms so he could stroke her beautiful face with his hands, and he said huskily, "I'm so glad God finally brought you to me. I just wish it could've been years ago!"

"Me, too, my sexy man! Me, too!" she whispered, as she pulled him down for a soft kiss. Then she whimpered softly as he lifted off of her and lay next to her left side on his back, and motioned her to come lay against his right side.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and said, "You know it's strange that we grew up in neighboring states, but we didn't meet each other until years later after we both moved 3,000 miles away! I even used to spend time during the summer in Virginia with my grandparents in my early teens—I wonder how close we might've been to each other sometimes? You said you used to enjoy fishing—did you ever go fishing on the Chesapeake?"

"Of course!" she exclaimed. "That's where I did most of my saltwater fishing. My father has owned a fishing boat since before I was born and we fished all over the bay. But most of it was up around the Rappahannock River since he had a friend who owned some property on the water in Lancaster County and we used to take the boat up there on weekends or for a week during the summers sometimes..."

She stopped when she heard Charles mutter, "Oh, my God!" When she looked up at him he asked her, "When was that? What years?"

She frowned as she thought back to the time period of those trips, and then said, "Starting in about...1937 until about 1944. Why?" she asked as she saw the surprised look come over his face.




Charles and Diana Ch. 05



"My grandparents lived in Northumberland County, right near the border with Lancaster County on Indian Creek. I used to come visit them off and on during the summers starting in 1939. Do you realize how close we might have been to each other during that time? Did you ever go other places while you were on those vacations?"

"Well, sure!" she exclaimed as she thought about what they did during those trips. "My father's friend's property was right on the river near a very small town, but we used to travel a little further up the road to a larger town to do most of our grocery shopping. I remember one summer while we were there for a week, the town's local Volunteer Fire Department was having a carnival to raise money, and Daddy took me to the carnival on the last evening we were there. I must've been about...13 at the time, but I've always remembered it because I saw this boy who kept looking at me with the most intense look I'd ever seen in a boy's eyes before...and never saw again after that. I remember I wished I'd had enough guts to walk over to that boy and say 'hi' because he showed more interest in me with just that brief look in his eyes than any boy I came in contact with all during high school."

When she looked at Charles again, he had a stunned look on his face so she asked, "What?" He asked her what year that was. "That was...1939. Why?" He asked her if she remembered what she was wearing that evening. She frowned as she thought back and remembered that warm, humid evening and the sleeveless, bright yellow sundress with a daisy print, which tied behind her back, that she had been afraid to wear because it emphasized how much her breasts had grown during the past year. But she remembered that the boy had only stared at her face and eyes and never glanced at her body—that she saw; she kept glancing away from him. She started to describe her dress, and then he took over...

"...yellow dress with flowers on it, that hugged your body with curves in all the right places. Your light, golden hair tied back with a yellow ribbon...and sparkling gray-blue eyes almost just like mine, in the most beautiful face I'd ever seen, glancing and smiling at me shyly..."

"Oh, my God! That was you?" as she closed her eyes and tried to picture the boy's face. He'd been relegated to the back of her memory as soon as she'd developed her crush on John Wayne. She pictured herself glancing at the boy; she saw his dark brown, wavy hair, his intense gray-blue eyes and a flash of a dimple in his right cheek as he'd grinned at her the last time she glanced back at him... "Oh, my God! That WAS you! I dreamed about you for the next couple of years—until I saw my first John Wayne movie! I never got back to that area during the carnival week after that summer. But I used to look for you everywhere whenever we went back to that town during our visits over the next couple years...I had so hoped to find you!"

Charles hugged her to him as he said, "I kept looking for you every time I went back over the next 4 years, but I didn't get into town very often. And I tried to make sure I was there during the week of the carnival, and tried to go every night; I chased down I don't know how many girls with hair color that was anything close to what I remembered, only to have most of them look at me like I was crazy! After a while, I started to believe that I had imagined you; it seemed impossible that, at 13 years old, I had seen and recognized my dream girl. And now...here you are!"

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and squeaked, "All those wasted years! We were so close...and it just...slipped away! Why? All the pain we've suffered in our lives that could've been prevented. Why did God allow that to happen? I would never have believed He could be so deliberately cruel! What had we done to deserve that then? I could understand it now—I've sinned in more ways than I care to think about, but missing out on you then is probably what caused me all those sins! I just don't understand! Why?!!!"

Charles understood, so he explained it to her; "Diana, we're both very different people now than we were then. God knew we were young and innocent but...but what did we really know about love then? We would probably have recognized that we belonged together, but without all the pain we've experienced, we would have taken what we could've had for granted and it would not have been as wonderful, exciting and meaningful as it will be for us now. As bad as my first marriage turned out, it did make me realize what I wanted in a marriage. And would you risk trading your dreams, or memories, of your encounter with John Wayne to go back and take a chance on what we MIGHT have had together then?"

She frowned and said, "I guess not." She looked upward for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, God. I shouldn't have said You were cruel. I know You must have a plan about everything and I was wrong to question it. And I'm sorry if I've disappointed You in the way I've handled what You've thrown at me so far, but I've had a confusing life. I'll try to do better from now on! Thanks for listening!"

When she looked back at Charles, he was looking at her with a frowning grin and asked, "Is that how you pray?"

She chuckled and said, "No. I was talking to God...praying is when you're asking or thanking God for something. God is omnipresent and omnipotent...He's everywhere and the power behind everything. You can talk to Him any time—I don't need a church to do that. He sent His Son to try to teach us that—and how to treat each other, about basic goodness and how to recognize evil. But I don't think God expected there to be so many...blind, sick and stupid mortals who just can't or won't see how everything would work for the good of everyone if we mortals would just do what Jesus tried to teach! He even made His Son suffer a cruel death to try to make those who cannot, see what is right and what is wrong! And now here we are, almost 2,000 years later and still, most mortals don't get it! Do you get it?"

"Yes, I get it very clearly...we definitely won't be having any arguments over religious differences! Just don't try to talk to my mother about this! She's dyed-in-the-wool Catholic and she doesn't do anything without The Church's approval. When she finds out how we got married, she's going to throw a fit! But, I don't care and I won't let her attack you on it. I don't get along with most of my family, so getting transferred to L.A. was a blessing—boy was it a blessing!" as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

When he lifted his head again, she asked him why he didn't get along with his family. He told her about his parents' loveless marriage and that he didn't understand why they stayed together when they share nothing other than children, and all of them were now grown and on their own—or at least they should be! He said it was mostly his mother; she was "so Catholic" that she just didn't believe in divorce—period. She'd tried to talk him out of divorcing his ex-wife until he'd told her everything he'd found out; then she'd relented and said that his ex-wife didn't deserve him...it was the nicest thing his mother had ever said to him.

Usually his mother just tried to use him as her own free handy man because his father was always away on business; fix this, repair that, help her with whatever she needed. He had two brothers, both older than him, and a younger sister, and all of them had all managed to escape their parents' strange existence—until they needed money! Then they'd appear with some story about what terrible trouble they've had in their lives; except for his oldest brother, who lived the farthest away and he had no idea what that brother was up to because he rarely kept in touch. But his middle brother and younger sister were always in financial trouble, and he kept trying to talk his mother out of bailing them out every time they showed up, but she never listened.

That was another reason why he'd taken this transfer to L.A. because he knew it was the only way to distance himself from his family without making it obvious to them that he was trying to escape. He felt the need to start fresh and try to find something, or someone that he could be happy with. Then he hugged her to him again and said, "I almost turned down the transfer to L.A. because I hate big cities, but my gut instinct told me I needed to go. I've been in L.A. less than a month and already I've found what I've been looking for all my life—my dream girl...my soul mate! I'll never ignore my instincts again!"

As she lay there in his arms against his right side, they both started to yawn and she asked him what time it was; he glanced at a clock on the table beside the bed and it showed about 2:30. Diana had hoped to keep him up all night—but this was a Friday night; they had both worked all day and then gone to that pub just to unwind for a few hours after a full work week...they hadn't expected to meet their soul mates, end up in Las Vegas, married and having sex for hours! Diana looked up at Charles and said, "I had hoped we could make love all night, but this has been a long, exciting day and now I'm exhausted—I hope you aren't disappointed!"

Charles took a deep breath and said, "No...I am by no means disappointed! You are turning out to be far better than I had ever wished, hoped and prayed for. I was just afraid at first that I would be a disappointment to you—what with my lack of experience. But you have not made me feel that way at all—if anything, you have made me feel like I'm the sexiest, and most desirable man you've ever been with...and if I've been able to please you nearly as much as John Wayne, then I'll take that as a great compliment!"

Diana lifted up and climbed on top of Charles, stared into his eyes as she stroked his hair and his face and told him huskily, "You've given me every bit as much pleasure as he did, and we've only gotten started! I have no doubt that you'll be able to surpass him; I already love you as much, if not more, than him. But please understand when I tell you that I will always love him. He'll never come between us, but just because of how important he was to me and how much he helped me and loved me, I'll always love him because of that. But my life is with you—we belong together and I know I'll never find another man who can satisfy me the way you can—but that doesn't mean I won't be oblivious to other men who stare at me...gotta keep you on your toes, remember?!!"

Charles wrapped his arms around Diana and rolled his body partially up and to his right until she was mostly on her back with him leaning over her, and said in his deep, sexy voice, "That's right, pretty lady. I'm sure there'll be plenty of men who'll help you keep me on my toes. But, what about you? How will I keep you on your toes? I don't get that much attention from women."

Diana raised her eyebrows, and said, "You don't think so? I don't think you've really paid much attention to how much attention women pay to you. You're a monogamous kind of man, so you haven't been looking at many women and you probably don't know how to read the signs of a woman who is interested in you, other than me—but I'll teach you what to look for! Trust me, you won't have any problem keeping me on my toes!" she purred at him as she ran her fingertips over his face and lips, studying his handsome features.

Charles leaned down and kissed her passionately, his heart beating hard at the look of love and desire he saw in her eyes as she studied his face. Then he broke the kiss, leaned his forehead against hers and said tiredly, "Much as I wish I could make love to you again, I'm pretty exhausted, too. So, why don't clean up a little and get some sleep. As soon as we wake up, we can pick up right where we left off...OK?"

Diana smiled and nodded, so they got up and went to the bathroom, she used the toilet while he cleaned himself up with a wash cloth, then she did the same as he pissed in the toilet...while she watched! She stood there grinning and chuckled silently, and he glanced sideways at her and saw her ginning, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? You've never seen a man take a piss before?" She kept grinning as she shook her head no. So he said, "Well, I'm OK with letting you watch me piss...I might even let you aim for me sometime, if it doesn't turn me on so that I can't piss! But, I don't think I'd want you in here at other times...understand?"

Diana chuckled again and said, "Good! Because I wouldn't want to be in here, either, and I don't want you in here with me during those times! So, at least that's something else we agree on! Now, let's go get some sleep so we can get back to enjoying our brief honeymoon!" Diana took a towel with them back to the bed as Charles turned out the lights at the switch near the door; they lay down on their right sides with the back of Diana's body cradled against the front of Charles' and his left arm wrapped protectively around her.

Diana hadn't felt this content and safe since the last time she'd fallen asleep in John Wayne's arms over 2 years ago...and it was starting to feel more like a dream than a memory. The reality of Charles' presence in her life was starting to feel more like her dream come true... 



Charles and Diana Ch. 06



Diana Maitland Richards was having another dream about John Wayne, but it was not like any dream she'd had about him before. The big man was kissing her and saying good-bye and that she wasn't his little girl any more; then he backed away from her, his fingers trailing from her face as he disappeared into a mist while she pleaded, "No! No, please...don't leave me alone!" When she could no longer feel his fingers on her chin, she saw another man coming toward her through the mist...a man with handsome features—dark brown hair, piercing gray-blue eyes with heavy, expressive brows, a straight, chiseled nose, a strong chin and square jaw with a dark, thick mustache over his firm, yet soft, lips. He walked up to her and stared at her as he put his left hand on her waist, walked around behind her, and then ran his hand up her body to her bare breasts as he whispered in her ear, "You belong to me now, pretty lady."

Diana recognized him instantly; her soul mate...her true love...her sexy man...her new husband, Charles Richards. She murmured, "Charles," as she leaned her head back to kiss him. His lips and mustache felt so real, as did his warm, firm hand on her breasts...and his large, hairy chest against her back...and his hard cock wedged between her thighs. She opened her eyes to a dimly lit room, daylight being blocked by closed curtains on the windows, and she looked up and back into the handsome face that had appeared in her dream.

"Oh, Charles!" she moaned as her hips squirmed against him, and she reached down to grasp his hard cock between her thighs and guided him into her as she leaned back against him more and spread her legs, throwing her left leg over his thighs as he entered her from behind. He slid is right arm under hers and used both of his hands to caress her breasts as he began to thrust his hips toward her, moving his long, hard cock in and out of her.

Charles had awakened before she had; he'd watched her face as she was dreaming—her eyes moving back and forth under her lids, her body twitching slightly, and he heard her murmur softly, "No...don't leave me...!" so he'd wrapped his left arm around her a little tighter, and caressed her breasts. Then he heard her murmur his name and she turned her face toward him like she wanted to kiss him, so he leaned down and kissed her, and then she started to squirm her ass against him as she opened her eyes and moaned his name again.

Then she grasped his cock and guided him into her from behind, throwing her leg over his as he started to thrust in and out of her. He managed to move his right arm under her so he could caress both her breasts as he continued to thrust in and out of her. But he couldn't get very deep into her at this angle, so he pulled out of her and told her to roll over onto her hands and knees, which she did so eagerly. He sat up and moved onto his knees behind her and positioned his dick at her already dripping pussy.

Again, he went as slowly as he could, grasping her hips and sliding all 8 inches of his rock-hard dick into her soft, tight pussy—his head leaning back as he pushed his hips forward, groaning softly as every inch of him disappeared into her. Diana was groaning right along with him as her back arched, putting her pussy at a better angle for him to get deeper inside her. When he was fully buried in her, he grasped her hips a little tighter and ground his hips against her ass and said, "I've never been this deep inside a woman—does it feel as good to you as it does to me?"

Diana moaned, "Oh, yes! I can feel you deeper inside me than any other man has ever been! You so easily stimulate a place deep inside that gives me the most pleasurable orgasms I've ever had! Oooh! Just keep grinding against me like that...I can feel one coming on now...Oh, yeah! That's it...oooh! Oh, God! Aaaaggghhh!!!!" she wailed as she collapsed from her hands down onto her forearms, shoving her ass back against him as her pussy tightened on him and then started to throb.

Charles groaned when he felt her pussy tighten on his dick, and when it started to throb on him, he started thrusting quickly in and out of her to the rhythm of her throbs. He pulled out as he felt her pussy relax, and as she tightened again he would thrust into her; it was allowing him to only make short, shallow thrusts, but the sensation was incredible. It felt like her pussy was drawing him back into her as she pulsated on his inward thrusts. Then he noticed that the throbs of her pussy were not stopping, and she was starting to thrust herself against him harder, driving his dick all the way into her again as she continued to groan loudly.

Diana couldn't believe it—she was having one of those long, continuous orgasms again! John Wayne was the only other man who'd been able to do this to her; but Charles' long cock was easily able to stimulate that spot deep inside her that gives her these intense orgasms that roll through her body with wave after wave of liquid, hot pleasure. She slammed back onto his cock one last time and screamed as her entire pelvic area felt like it exploded with liquid heat...she could actually feel wetness flowing onto her thighs as her arms completely collapsed from under her and her face went into a pillow, muffling her scream.

Charles was just about to cum when Diana slammed onto his cock and screamed as her pussy squeezed his dick like a vise and he felt a pulse of wetness at the base of his shaft and on his pubic mound. Then he realized—Diana had cum so hard that she released a copious amount of liquid, enough to flow out of her and start leaking down her thighs. Charles' orgasm let loose as soon as Diana's pussy started to throb again, harder than he'd felt it yet, and he groaned loudly as he kept his dick buried inside her and just let her pussy squeeze the cum out of him—God, how he loved that feeling!

When their orgasms finally stopped, Charles slowly pulled back from Diana, his semi-turgid cock making a soft slurping sound and causing rivulets of cum to squeeze out and drip onto the sheet between them as he pulled out of her...he'd never seen so much cum streaming out of a woman! But then, he'd never believed he would be able to make a woman produce that much cum during an orgasm—Diana was a sexual dynamo and he was starting to worry whether he was going to be able to keep up with her appetite! He sure as hell was going to do his best and, so far, she had been keeping him turned on as much as he seemed to turn her on!

As soon as he pulled all the way out of her, Diana let her hips collapse to her left as she straightened out somewhat, rolling onto her left side, and turned her face to the right so it wasn't buried in the pillow any more. She took a deep breath and exhaled as she sighed loudly and looked at Charles as he flopped down next to her on his right side facing her; they couldn't help but grin widely at each other, and she said sexily, "Good morning, Mr. Richards."

"Yes, it is, Mrs. Richards," he replied just as sexily as their eyes smoldered at each other with remembered pleasure. His eyes traveled down her body as Diana stretched languorously and yawned, then he smiled and chuckled at what she did and said next.

As Diana stretched, she brought her legs together and felt the wetness between her thighs, and she frowned as she finished yawning and then winced as she said, "Ugh! I'm a mess! Look what you did to me!" as she spread her legs and indicated her slightly smeared thighs.

He stopped chuckling as he said provocatively, "Well, you made quite a mess of me, too!" as he indicated his own wet crotch. "So what should we do about this?" he asked with a hot look in his eyes, hoping she'd go for the suggestion he was going to offer. His eyes turned to flames when he heard her next comment and realized she was thinking the same thing he was.

Diana saw the look in his eyes when he asked her what they should do about them making a mess of each other, and she could tell he had something in mind already—she just hoped it was the same thing she was thinking. "I guess we could lick each other clean..." she purred sexily and saw the flames roar to life in his eyes and she knew he was thinking the same thing!

She was astounded when he scrambled up and rolled her onto her back and positioned himself over top of her with his crotch dangling just above her face, said something to the effect that this was what he called breakfast in bed, and he immediately dove his head down to start licking between her thighs. The only thing she could do in this position at the moment was grasp his thighs and spread them far enough so she could lift her head and lick his thighs and crotch where she could reach. She heard him moaning softly, but she didn't know if it was because he liked what she was doing to him or because of what he was doing to her. After a few minutes, she could feel his cock starting to grow and stiffen again so she could get some of it into her mouth, but she was starting to lose concentration because he had worked his tongue up her thighs and was now running it up and down her wet slit, with his mustache tickling her occasionally.

Charles couldn't help but groan at the smell and taste of the fluids that were leaking out of his wife's pussy; it was a mixture of both of their juices—her cum and his. It was lusty—the scent and taste of nothing but pure sex, and it made his blood boil and sent it surging to his dick. He growled deep in his throat as he felt her mouth wrapped around his dick as it hardened rapidly, and he heard her groan in response. He wasn't sure if her groan was because of what he was doing to her pussy with his tongue or because she felt him stiffen so rapidly in her mouth.

Diana groaned as she felt Charles' cock suddenly go from half-hard to full-length stiffness in just a few seconds and her pussy throbbed even harder as she felt the sudden urgency to feel him inside her again. She took her mouth off of his cock and pleaded throatily, "I need you inside me again...please!"

Charles growled again as he heard the desperation in her voice; he couldn't resist her when she pleaded with him like that. He gave one last lick and suck on her clit making her hips jerk involuntarily, then he turned around, moved between her legs and buried his dick inside her with one hard, fast thrust as they both groaned loudly.

Diana continued to groan, "Ohhhh, yes! Fuck me, Charles! Fuck me hard! Shove your beautiful, long cock into me as hard as you can! Oh, yesss! That feels soooo good...!" They continued to groan loudly as he pounded into her for several minutes, both of them watching the looks of lust and desire on their faces. Then she couldn't stay silent any longer; he was turning her on so badly and she needed to make him cum soon or he was going to wear her pussy out! "God, you handsome, sexy man...you make me so fucking hot! I love how you fuck me! Oh, yes, yes, yes...that's it! Faster! Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, my Gawd....!!!!" She took a deep breath and wailed, "AAAAAAHHHHHH...!!!!" as she screamed from another powerful orgasm that flooded their crotches again.

Charles couldn't believe how she was responding to him! He just stared at her as she told him how good he made her feel, and then she groaned loudly as he continued to pound into her. He grunted with each hard thrust into her and then growled as he started thrusting faster when he felt an intense orgasm building because she started telling him lustfully how much he turned her on and how she loved the way he fucked her.

When she took a deep breath and started to wail as her pussy clamped on his dick again, he had no choice but to stay buried in her for a few seconds until her pussy released him enough to buck his hips into her several times as his orgasm roared through him and he let out a deeper, louder yell of, "AAAAAAHHHHHH...!!!" Then he collapsed on top of his heavily panting, sweaty, sexy new wife, as he panted just as heavily with a sheen of sweat coating his body as well.

Diana gasped at him that she couldn't breathe very well, so he lifted his upper body on his forearms so she'd have enough room to take deep breaths, and they stared at each other as they grinned and their chests heaved slowly. Diana reached up and stroked his cheek as she felt the whisker stubbles from the dark shadows of his beard starting to grow back. Then she traced her thumb along his lips and mustache and noted how his mustache felt softer. That's why it feels slightly ticklish sometimes when he's licking her pussy—his mustache serves nicely as a "tickler!"

She grinned wider as she told him that she likes how his mustache tickles her pussy when he licks her. Then she pulled him down for a lingering kiss, and she noticed how much she could smell herself on his mustache, so she told him that when the kiss ended. She chuckled when he curled his upper lip up toward his nose and took a deep whiff and then licked it with his tongue, grinned again and said his mustache was now his "flavor saver" for her. He said that once they had to get back to the real world and he had to go back to work, he could have breakfast in bed between her legs and then he'd be able to recall it all day long just by sniffing and licking his mustache.

Diana cracked up as she pictured him walking around all day sniffing at his mustache, while other people looked at him like he was crazy, wondering what the hell he was doing! She continued to chuckle softly as she said to him, "We've made a mess of each other again!" When she saw him start to grin suggestively like he was going to say they should "clean each other up again," she said, "Noooo...I'm getting hungry...for food...for real food! We can't live on this stuff! We need sustenance if we want to be able to keep doing this, you know! Now get off of me so we can call Room Service and order some breakfast! What time is it any way?"

Charles looked over at the clock on the bedside table and said, "It's almost 9:00. I guess it is time for breakfast! What would you like? I'll call Room Service while you go start the shower for us, OK?" She grinned and nodded, then told him what she wanted to eat—her usual—soft scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, fruit and some orange juice. He raised his eyebrows at her, thinking that was quite a breakfast for a woman as small as she—but then again, she'd had a lot of exercise over the past 10 hours, so he figured she probably needed that much sustenance to get her energy back. Come to think of it, so did he!

He lifted off of her and handed her the towel they'd used after their shower last night that she'd brought to the bed with them, and she wiped between her thighs and crotch just enough so she wouldn't drip on her way to the bathroom. She left the towel with him to wipe off a little while he sat on the side of the bed and called Room Service to place their breakfast order. He joined her in the shower a few minutes later and they carefully washed themselves, as if watching each other wash wasn't enough of a turn-on—they didn't need to make it any more difficult to keep their hands off each other!

They found 2 terrycloth robes folded neatly in paper wrappers on the bathroom vanity, so they put them on and then went out into the main room of the suite and started picking up their discarded clothing from last night. They tried to straighten them out as much as possible; they hung Charles' suit jacket and shirt on the hooks on the back of the door in the steamy bathroom and laid his trousers folded sideways and flat on the vanity to try to get the wrinkles out of them. Diana's dress was all right because it was made of a soft material that didn't wrinkle too badly from being left crumpled on the floor.

Her underwear was another matter; her bra and slip were OK, but her panties were a mess! They'd gotten so wet last night that the crotch was a little stiff now that they were dry! Diana chuckled as she took them into the bathroom and tried to rinse and wash the crotch out some so she could put them on later when they went down to the lobby to get some things they needed.

Room Service arrived a few minutes later, and when they sat down to eat, they both dug in like they were starving—which they were! Hot, hard sex really works up an appetite! They grinned at each other every so often as they noticed how heartily they were scarfing down their food. When they were done, they were both keenly aware that it had been a while since either of them had brushed their teeth; Diana's hair was a little tangled and tousled, but Charles' hair was fine once he ran his hands through it during their shower, wetting it down and straightening it out.

They decided they should go ahead and get dressed and head down to the lobby to buy some toiletries and perhaps a change of clothes for each of them. So they dressed, except Charles only put on his underwear, shirt and trousers, foregoing his jacket and tie—and Diana had to leave her underwear off because they were still wet and she didn't like they way the wet nylon clung to her skin. She felt funny as they walked to the elevator, walking out into a fairly public area with no underwear on—it made her feel slightly naughty, and she couldn't help grinning to herself.

Charles looked at her and saw a little devilish grin on her face as they were waiting for the elevator, and he knew what she was thinking; so he put his hand on her ass and caressed her softly as he said, "Feels kind of sexy and naughty to be wandering around without any underwear on, huh? Imagine what I could do to you while we're in the elevator if we're all alone!"

Diana gasped quietly as her pussy started to tingle when he said that and from his soft caresses on her ass. She looked up at him quickly and whispered, "Stop that! If you keep this up, I'll be so wet it'll run down my legs and I'll leave snail trails! That's not funny!" she growled quietly at him when he started laughing out loud. Luckily, his laughter made him drop his hand from her ass just as another couple came out of a room on the hallway and started heading for the elevator. As soon as the other couple walked up, the elevator signaled its arrival and the doors opened with no one else inside.

Diana breathed a sigh of relief that they wouldn't be alone on the elevator so he couldn't tease her worse and make her start dripping—she was already damp as it was! The first articles of clothing she would have to buy were more panties so she could keep switching them out as she soaked the crotches! That was the only thing that frustrated her about being this turned on by a man—she would have to get used to changing her underwear several times a day when she was around him!

When they got to the lobby, Charles and Diana headed into the general merchandise shop to buy some necessary toiletries—toothbrushes, toothpaste, a hairbrush and comb, some antiperspirant and deodorant and a razor and shaving cream. Then they headed over to a clothing store to look for some underwear and changes of clothing. Diana talked Charles into buying a pair of boxers to try on saying she thought boxers looked sexier on a man than briefs, so he agreed to try them and bought an extra pair of socks as well. She found a few pairs of the French-cut panties and showed them to Charles and he grinned and nodded as he imagined how they would look on her.

Then they wandered over to the casual clothing and looked around until they found a casual suit for Charles with a matching shirt, and a simple sleeveless, fitted dress with a jacket for Diana that would go with the shoes she was wearing. As they headed to the front of the store to check out, they had to pass through the evening wear section, and Charles saw a dress on a mannequin that made him stop in his tracks as he instantly pictured Diana in the dress. He felt like he'd seen the dress somewhere before; it was a halter-style dress in a shiny, cream-colored, satiny, pleated material, with a long skirt that had a rounded split up the middle of the front that looked like it ended just above the knees.




Charles and Diana Ch. 06



He closed his eyes as he kept seeing Diana in that dress and she reminded him of someone that he could swear he'd seen in a dress similar to this one before...damn it... who was it and when was it? That was it! Marilyn Monroe! He'd seen her in a dress like this in some movie...which movie was that? Oh, yeah! It was "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes!" He opened his eyes and looked at the dress again...he had to buy it and take Diana to dinner this evening in that dress...he didn't care what it cost! He called to Diana to get her to come back and he pointed at the dress and told her he wanted her to try it on because he wanted to take her out for dinner tonight in it.

Diana looked at him and told him that it was a very daring dress and that the only undergarment she would be able to wear with it was panties—to which he replied, "Then make sure one of your new pairs matches it!" She happened to be holding a pair of cream-colored, satiny panties in her hands, which she showed to him and he grinned as he took her hand and they went to find a saleslady to help Diana find a dress her size.

Luckily, this dress was a mock-up of the Marilyn Monroe fashion that had been mass-produced in many sizes, so Diana was able to find a petite size just right for her and it was not as expensive as Charles had feared it would be. She didn't let him see her in it when she tried it on and told him he would have to wait until tonight. But then they had to buy her a pair of shoes to go with the dress; she found a pair of strappy, shiny, gold high-heels that looked great with the dress and matched her hair, and were high enough so the back of the dress didn't drag the floor.

Diana asked him what he was planning on wearing to dinner and he said he could make do with his black suit if they could get the wrinkles out of it. The saleslady heard him say that and she suggested that he call down to the resort's laundry service and ask them to come pick up his suit and have it dry-cleaned, which would take only a few hours. He and Diana thanked the woman for her suggestion as they signed for their purchases to be billed to their room. Diana had insisted on paying for their toiletries since he'd told her that he was taking care of their room bill when they left.

Next, they went to see the concierge to ask him to help them make flight reservations back to L.A. tomorrow evening, and to book them a dinner reservation in one of their nicer restaurants, which was also a nightclub, with a full orchestra and dancing. Diana noticed that the concierge kept glancing at her with a slight frown like he recognized her from somewhere, and when Charles gave her name as Diana Richards for the plane ticket, the concierge looked at her and asked, "Your name is Diana? Are you Diana Maitland?" When she nodded, the concierge said, "I knew I recognized you from somewhere! I've seen your nightclub act in L.A.! You're wonderful! I'm surprised some recording company hasn't snapped you up by now!"

Then the concierge continued enthusiastically, "So, you're here on your honeymoon! How wonderful! I know this may sound like an imposition, but would you consider singing a few numbers in our nightclub this evening, since you're going to be there any way? If you would, I'll have the hotel comp your room for the weekend and your dinner tonight! Would you consider it, please? Think of it as a wedding gift for a small favor from the bride!"

Diana glanced questioningly at Charles and he could see she was surprised at the stunned look on his face as she asked him if it would be all right with him, and all he could do was absently nod his head yes. He had no idea how well known she was! Here they were in Las Vegas, and the concierge of one of the newest and fanciest hotel resorts on the strip was giving them their hotel room for the weekend and a free dinner just so she would sing a few songs for them?!!

Diana told the concierge that she'd be happy to do a few numbers for them, but that she'd like to meet with the bandleader sometime this afternoon so they could agree ahead of time which numbers to do. The concierge told her he'd make the arrangements and call her with the time and place to meet with the bandleader, and then told her if there was anything else they needed, to just let him know and he'd be happy to help them. Diana thanked him for his kindness and generosity as they rose to leave, since Charles had been shocked into silence.

As they made their way through the lobby to the elevators, Charles kept glancing at her, still looking slightly shocked. While they were waiting for an elevator, she looked at him and asked, "What? Why are you still looking at me that way?"

He raised his eyebrows and he said, "I just had no idea how famous my wife is, that's all!"

"Oh, please!" she muttered. "I'm not famous! That guy just happened to see me in L.A. when he was there and I must've managed to impress him somehow! I just hope the rest of the hotel and resort managers don't think he was off his rocker to give us our room and a meal for free just for a few songs!" An elevator arrived and they got in to go back up to their room; they were alone on this ride and Charles glanced at Diana as he remembered she wasn't wearing any panties, but their arms were full of sacks and clothing bags so he couldn't grab her and tease her.

Diana smirked as she saw the way he was looking at her and realized he was disappointed because they were alone in the elevator, but his hands weren't free to roam over her as he wanted...too bad. She would like to have had him tease her in the elevator like the big man had a couple years ago...it struck her how eerily similar the situation was—here she was riding up in a hotel elevator with a man she was in love with...and no panties on again! She couldn't resist; she dropped everything in her hands and held her arms toward him.

Charles didn't need any other encouragement; he dropped everything he was holding and moved to her, reached around and grabbed her ass and thighs, picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck as he backed her against the wall of the elevator. He crushed his lips to hers and they kissed hungrily as they groaned into each other's mouths; he reached his hands down under her ass and gathered the skirt of her dress and her slip up until he could get his hand under them to her bare ass. Then he worked his fingers toward her wet slit until he was running his fingertips back and forth along her pussy and ass as he ground his hips against the front of her crotch.

Diana was groaning deeply as his fingers assaulted her pussy and ass and his hard cock in his trousers was torturing her clit through the soft material of her dress and slip. She was so turned on at the moment that she was about to beg him to fuck her right there on the elevator, but somewhere in her lust-clouded brain, she knew that was wrong because it was way too risky. But, God, how she wanted him—he knew just how to tease her and turn her on in an instant! He dragged his lips from her mouth down her neck and she moaned, "Oh, God, Charles! I want you so badly!"

Charles raised his head and looked at Diana's face—he couldn't get over how easily he turns her on! He never dreamed a woman would ever desire him the way she does and it just deepened his love and desire for her even more. If she begged him at this moment, he would fuck her right here in the elevator—he was that desperate for her! He could see she wanted him to but she wasn't going to beg him to because she knew, and he knew, that it was way too risky! He set her down on her feet, and leaned down to kiss her deeply, wrapping his arms around her, just as the elevator stopped, the bell sounded and the doors opened. 

They heard a slight cough, so they parted reluctantly and turned to see an older couple staring at them with their eyebrows raised. Charles and Diana went about gathering up their packages and moved to get off the elevator as the older couple got on, and Charles glanced at the couple and said, "Sorry...we're on our honeymoon and we just sort of...got carried away!"

The older lady smirked gently and said, "Yes, dear. We...sort of figured it was something like that!" The couple peeked their heads out of the elevator and watched Charles and Diana racing down the hallway to their door, they saw Charles jam the key in the lock and open the door, toss all of his packages inside, grabbed Diana's packages out of her hands and tossed them inside as well. Then he reached around and grabbed her by her ass, lifting her up against him as she wrapped her legs around him and they crushed their mouths together as he walked them into their hotel room and shut the door.

The older couple looked at each other and smiled as they shook their heads—how well they remembered their desperate passion for each other on their honeymoon over 40 years ago! As they rode the elevator down, they shared a kiss that was more passionate than any they'd shared in a long while. It brought back the memories of their honeymoon spent in Niagara Falls—when they'd finally dragged themselves out of bed for just an hour on the last day to go see the falls just so they could at least say they'd seen them! Then they'd nearly gotten caught making love behind a bush just off a footpath because they'd become desperate for him to be inside her again, and she couldn't stop from moaning at the pleasure his 9-inch cock gave her every time he was inside her. Even now, at their advanced ages, his cock was once again stirring and she felt throbs of pleasure in her lower abdomen like she hadn't felt in years! 

When the elevator stopped in the lobby, several people were shocked to find a couple in their 60's locked in a feverish embrace...the couple parted and grinned, slightly embarrassed, and walked off the elevator holding hands as a few people cheered and whistled. It made some people feel good to see a couple get to that age and not be ashamed to show how much they still loved each other after all those years. It felt good to know that there really was such a thing as true love that lasted a lifetime, and if you were some of the lucky few, the passion lasted a lifetime, too.

Later that night, after the older couple saw that same young couple in the nightclub and witnessed how much they loved and desired each other again, they made love for the first time in several years. They'd thought they had gotten too old, but their remembered passion from their youth made him as stiff as ever, though not quite the 9-inch length he used to attain; and he was able to help stimulate her enough so that she had a mild orgasm and was plenty moist and slippery to be able to accept his hardness comfortably. They made love slowly and passionately, and she delighted in hearing her husband tell her how much he'd missed being inside her and making love to her, and his loud groan as he came inside her for the first time in so long. They realized how much they'd missed this closeness and they promised each other that this would not be the last time they made love! 

As soon as he shut their hotel room door, Charles carried Diana straight through the suite to the bar near the windows, set her on her feet, turned her around and pulled her dress and half-slip up around her hips and bent her over a bar stool. Then he undid his belt buckle and pants and pushed his underwear and pants down his thighs until his hard cock was free. He moved his shirt out the way, grasped his cock, placed it at her dripping pussy and shoved his dick into her with one hard thrust, making them both groan loudly.

He fucked her hard and fast until they both came just because he wanted to relieve the lust that had built in them when he'd very nearly fucked her in the elevator. When they stopped panting, Charles realized that he had just taken Diana suddenly, without saying a word or with any further foreplay and she had enjoyed it! He knew then that they were insatiable for each other and he was beginning to think that it might get them into trouble at some point—how hot would that be?!!



Charles and Diana Ch. 07



Charles Richards helped his new wife Diana Maitland Richards stand up from being bent over a bar stool in their honeymoon suite in Vegas after a quick, hard fuck since they'd nearly done it in the elevator on the way back from their shopping spree in the lobby. They undressed and then picked up all the items they had just purchased that he'd unceremoniously tossed in the door in his haste to get her inside before he ended up fucking her in the hallway. They hung up their new clothes and her evening dress, put their new undergarments in one of the dresser drawers near the bed and took their toiletries into the bathroom while Charles called down to the laundry service for them to come pick up his suit for cleaning.

Then they cleaned themselves up...again...and brushed their teeth, and then Diana put one of the robes on and combed out the tangles and brushed her hair smooth while Charles shaved. He was standing at the sink with a towel wrapped around his hips, and Diana could feel tingles between her legs again as she watched him. God, he was so sexy! She loved to watch how the muscles in his broad shoulders and back rippled slightly as he moved his arm while he shaved. And the thick mat of dark hair on his sculpted chest that she craved to run her fingers through as she watched his pectoral muscles flex occasionally when he moved. And she pictured herself standing behind him, running her hands from his sexy, hairy chest down his furry, flat stomach to his beautiful, long cock—stroking its full length and cupping and massaging his balls.

His firm, round ass just looked sexier the way the towel hugged it tightly, and the bulge in the front of the towel from his cock and balls was just soaking her pussy again. She couldn't stay away from him any longer; she walked over behind him and put her hand on his ass and squeezed his firm cheeks a few times as she looked at him in the mirror. She saw him take the razor away from his face as he glanced at her and asked her if she was trying to make him cut himself. She grinned and chuckled and said no, waited for him to resume shaving and then said, "If I'd wanted to make you cut yourself, I'd have done this..."as she put her hand through the drape at the front of the towel on his hips and caressed and cupped his balls as she stared at him hotly.

He'd taken the razor away from his face again as he had seen in her eyes and heard in her voice that she was going to touch him again in a much more sensitive place. He growled quietly as the flames started to come up in his eyes, and he said in his low, sexy voice, "Just let me finish shaving and then you can touch me wherever you want...OK...please?" he pleaded intently, because he knew that if she persisted, he wouldn't be able to resist her.

Just then, they heard a knock on their door and a man's voice saying that it was the laundry service, so Diana smiled and told him to hurry and finish shaving, then went out and got his suit and shirt and took it to the door. She handed them to the young man and asked him about what time it would be ready, and he told her it would be ready around 4:00, so she smiled and said that was great and thanked him, giving him a dollar for a tip.

As soon as she shut the door, the phone rang and she frowned as she wondered who could be calling them since no one, other than the FBI pilot Gordon Brown, knew they were in Vegas. Then she remembered that the concierge had said he was going to call her about meeting with the bandleader in the hotel's nightclub so they could agree on what songs she could sing for them this evening at the concierge's request. She answered the phone and it was the concierge telling her that the bandleader had asked if 3:00 at the nightclub would be all right with her and she told him that would be fine.

When she hung up the phone, she turned around to find Charles standing right behind her and she jumped slightly because she hadn't heard him come up behind her at all. He was looking at her and said softly, "Speaking of phone calls, don't you think we should call our parents and let them know what we've done? I'm not that worried about my parents, other than my mother possibly throwing a fit, but I don't want your father to think badly of me for dragging his little girl off to Vegas without so much as talking to him first!"

Diana smiled and chuckled slightly at his old-fashioned worry that her father was going to be mad at him because he didn't get to meet or even talk to him before he married her! She knew her parents would probably be excited at the news because they'd been bugging her for years to find a husband and settle down. She'd kept explaining to them over the years that she just hadn't met the right man yet and that she'd let them know as soon as she had!

She told him to call his parents first because she wanted to get whatever his mother had to say about it out of the way first. It was coming up on 11:00 in Vegas so that meant it was around 3:00 on a Saturday afternoon on the east coast where their parents' were, and both of them figured their parents should be home. Charles was perched on the arm of the loveseat next to the phone as he called his parents home and his mother answered the phone; he listened while his mother chitchatted for a few minutes, and when it was obvious she was not going to be quiet long enough for him to say anything, he finally interrupted her.

"Mom...Mom...MOM! Would you be quiet for just a minute and let me tell you why I called? ... Thank you! Are you sitting down, Mom? ... You are...good. The reason I called is to tell you that I got married ... I'm in Vegas and I got married last night ... Yes, Las Vegas ... No, it wasn't a church wedding ... Mom? ... Mom? Are you still there? ... Because there wasn't time to arrange a church wedding; I didn't want to wait! ... No! She's not pregnant! I just met her last night! ... Mom? ... Mom? Are you still there? ... I know everything about her I need to know! ... Oh, for God's sake, Mom! I work for the FBI...don't you think I would know if she were a criminal?"

Diana was cracking up at this point; his mother sounded like she was a real pistol! Diana held out her hand toward him and gestured with her fingers and told him to give her the phone; Charles told his mother that his wife wanted to talk to her and then handed her the phone while he listened.

"Mrs. Richards? Hi, this is Diana Maitland Richards, your new daughter. I just wanted to let you know that it wasn't Charles' idea to run off to Vegas and get married—it was mine! ... Why? Because I've been looking for your son for a long time and when I finally found him, I wasn't about to let him out of my sight! Also because he told me he wouldn't have sex with me until I was his wife, and he turns me on so badly that I had to make him marry me right away because I can't keep my hands off of him! ... Mrs. Richards? ... Mrs. Richards? Are you still there? ... So, you understand my problem, right? It was either make him bring me to Vegas and marry me so I could get him into bed right away or make him feel guilty for being unable to resist me...and I couldn't do that to such an honorable, sexy man!"

There was a long pause while Diana listened to his mother as she smiled and nodded her head and said, "Uh huh," a couple times. Then she said, "Yes, ma'am. He told me all about that, and that's why I'm doing my best to make up for all those wasted years ... Yes, ma'am, I will ... And I look forward to meeting you, too! Do you want to speak to Charles again? ... No? ..." Then she started to laugh, and said, "Yes, that's a good idea! OK, I'll tell him! Good bye!" 

She handed the phone back to Charles and he hung it up with a slightly shocked look on his face and asked her what his mother had said. She told him that, once she got over her initial shock from Diana telling her that she made Charles marry her so she could get him into bed, his mother had told her that he'd been burned by his first wife and she knew that his ex-wife had not been a very good "wife" at all—and asked if Diana knew what she meant! Then his mother made her promise to be good and faithful to him and to take care of him and that she hoped they'd come visit them soon so she could meet her!

Then she laughed and said, "Oh, and your mother told me to tell you that you'd better stock up on plenty of vitamins because it sounded like you were going to need them!" She laughed harder when Charles groaned in embarrassment and put his head down in his hand over his eyes and then dragged it down his face, as he looked back up at her with his cheeks slightly red. Then she said, "I thought that conversation went very well! I guess I threw your mother off so much that she completely let go of the whole 'church wedding' thing! I think I'll be able to get along with her just fine—the trick is to just keep her off balance!"

Then Charles pointed to the phone and said it was her turn to call her parents, so she dialed their number, and on the third ring, she heard her mother's voice say hello. "Mama? It's me, Diana! Guess where I am? ... Yes, that's right—how did you know? ... Oh! ... Yes, just last night! I've told you for years now that I'd know the right man as soon as I saw him, and that's just how it happened! Actually, I saw him when I was 13, but I didn't know it was him at the time...It's a long story and I'll tell you all about it later. Oh, Mama! He is so handsome and sooo sexy—I can't wait for you to meet him! Is Daddy there? ... Yes, get him to the phone because my new husband is nervous that Daddy will be upset with him for not even talking to him or meeting him before I made him marry me because he told me he wouldn't make love to me until I was his wife!"

Diana started laughing at the look on Charles' face—he was red again and looking scared at what she was telling her mother! When her father came on the line, Diana said, "Hi Daddy! So you and Mama already knew about my big news? ... Yes, I finally found the right man after all these years! ... Yes! He works for the FBI, but you found that out last night! He wants to talk to you, Daddy. He's nervous that you're going to be upset with him for not talking to you before he married me and..."

Diana was cut off when Charles grabbed the phone out of her hand, and put it to his ear and said, "Hello, Colonel Maitland? ... This is Charles Richards, your...new son. I hope you won't think that I've done anything dishonorable by..." Charles paused for a minute, his eyebrows rose in slight shock, and then he started to chuckle silently. Then he sobered and said, "Yes, sir. Very much ... That's exactly what I intend to do ... Thank you, sir ... We will as soon as we can! Do you want to talk to Diana again? ... Yes, sir. I'll tell her. Good bye!"

Charles smiled as he hung up the phone, he looked at Diana and said, "I hope you don't think your father still thinks of you as his 'little girl' anymore! I can't imagine that you've told him anything about your personal life out here, but he certainly seems to know what kind of woman you are! He told me that he was impressed that I'd gotten you to marry me before I let you get me into the sack and that he was surprised you let us take a break this long to call them! Then he asked me if I loved you and was going to take good care of you, and said that he hoped we'd both be as happy as he and your mother have been for almost 50 years and asked us to try to come visit soon. And he told me to tell you that it was about damn time!"

Then Diana said, "There's one more phone call I need to make." She started dialing the number of her girlfriend Lynda in L.A.; she'd promised her girlfriends after the last time she'd disappeared for a weekend with the big man, that she'd let them know if she did it again so they wouldn't worry about her. After about 5 rings, she finally heard Lynda's groggy voice on the other end; "Lynda? Hi, it's Diana! Look, I promised I'd let ya'll know if I ever disappeared with a man again, so that's why I'm calling! I'm in Vegas with my new husband, Charles Richards ... Yes, that's right, I said husband ... Yes, the man you saw me leaving the pub with last night! ... Yes, he is very handsome—AND very sexy! I can't wait for ya'll to meet him when we get back! ... We'll be back tomorrow evening ... I don't have time to go into all the details about it right now, because I need to get my sexy new husband back into the sack so I can fuck his brains out!"

"Oh, my God, DIANA!!!" Charles roared when she said that. Diana and Lynda busted out laughing and Charles could hear her friend laughing through the phone! Charles grabbed the phone from Diana and said, "Hello, Lynda? ... Yes, this is Diana's sexy new husband Charles ... You what? ... You like my voice? ... You think my voice is sexy? ... Well, your voice sounds kind of sexy, too! What do you look like? ... Oh, really? ... What're you wearing? ... Nothing, huh! Well then, it's too bad you aren't here with us..."

Diana snorted a laugh as she said, "You Bastard!" and grabbed the phone out of his hand to finish her conversation with her girlfriend. When she turned around, Charles stood up behind her and brought his hands around to the front of her robe and untied it, pushed it open and started to fondle her as she talked. Diana's breathing got heavier as she tried to end the conversation; "Lynda, just do me a favor and let Barbara and Dawn know what's going on and I'll see you girls when we get back! ... What? ... Oh, yes! A nice big one!" Diana turned back around and pulled the towel from Charles' hips and started to stroke his long, hard cock, "I'll tell you all about it when I get back...but I gotta go now because I want it..." 

Charles reached down and lifted Diana by her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he placed her wet pussy over his dick and thrust into her, making her groan loudly as she held onto the phone on his shoulder. He set his ass back down on the arm of the loveseat with his cock buried inside her, took the phone out of her hand as he smiled at her and said into the phone, "Lynda, it's Charles again. Diana can't talk anymore right now because she has my nice, big cock buried inside her and she's lost the ability to speak." Charles chuckled sexily when he heard Lynda gasp and moan softly, so he said, "Sorry to tease you like this and just leave you hanging, but my sexy new wife needs me to fuck her brains out with my nice, big cock, so we'll see you when we get back. Bye!" He chuckled sexily again when he heard Lynda moan again before he hung up the phone.

Charles stood up and moved them a few feet over to the bar and set her ass on the edge of it and pushed the robe from Diana's shoulders when she lowered her arms, as he said he was sorry for teasing her girlfriend like that. Diana grinned sexily and said she didn't mind and told him he could tease her girlfriends all he wanted as long as that was all he did! Then she smiled softly at him as they stared into each other's eyes, and locked her legs around Charles' ass as they wrapped their arms around each other and savored the feeling of their bodies in such close contact. Then they both closed their eyes and started to kiss deeply as Charles started to slowly thrust in and out of her.

For the first few minutes, they just kissed and slowly stroked each other with their hands as he slowly stroked her pussy with his cock. As her wetness continued to increase, they started to hear the squishing sounds of their slippery flesh sliding together and it sounded so erotic that they just had to look down and watch. Their groans echoed each other's as they watched him slide his long, hard shaft all the way into her, and then slowly pull back until the head was just rubbing her wet opening. That sexy, squishing noise from the sound of their slippery, well-lubricated flesh sliding together just made the sex seem that much more incredible!

They looked back up into each other's face and saw their raw lust and desire mirrored in each other's eyes and their brains went totally blank as their desire took control of their bodies. Diana wrapped herself completely around Charles as he started slamming his cock into her as hard as he could, while he crushed her body against him with his strong arms and devoured her mouth with his. Then they started running their hands all over each other wherever they could reach, but not with gentle caresses or strokes; their hands felt hard and roughly demanding as they sought to knead and feel every inch of the flesh and muscles on their torsos and arms.

Diana couldn't stop herself from groaning wantonly as her head fell backward when she roughly dug her fingers into Charles' chest hair as she was grasping at his hard pectorals, causing him to growl and thrust harder into her in response. When her back arched in pleasure from his harder thrusts, he put his hands on her breasts and kneaded them firmly, squeezing her nipples with his thumbs until she moaned even louder. She had her hands wrapped around his neck and the back of his head and was just hanging onto him, with her back arched and her legs wrapped around his hips and ass as they slammed against each other.

Charles felt Diana's hands start to slip from his sweaty neck as her body convulsed and she lost her grip and cried, "OH, MY GOD...Charles!" with a low groan from a powerful orgasm that started to wrack her. He was able to get his hands around her back just in time to keep her from falling backward and he held her up and watched as her hips and legs continued to spasm in rhythm to her orgasm while her upper body was just totally limp in his hands. He had stopped thrusting with his dick buried inside her and he moaned softly as he reveled in the feeling of her tight pussy pulsing on his hard shaft. 

He was awed by the look of pure pleasure on her face as her orgasm faded; her head hung backward with her golden hair cascading down her back and over his hands; her shoulders were thrown back with her arms just dangling and her breasts thrust upward slightly as her chest heaved. God, she was so beautiful and sexy when she came...he was definitely getting addicted to watching her orgasm!

As her breathing slowed, Diana lifted her head to look at Charles with an expression of awesome passion as she pleaded throatily, "What can I do for you? How can I give you as much pleasure as you've just given me?"

Charles embraced her tightly against him, stared into her eyes and said in his deep, sexy voice, "Just watching you enjoy what I do for you gives me more pleasure than I ever dreamed I could experience! Oh, Diana, you are every man's dream...a woman who truly knows how to enjoy sex and how to make a man feel like he's the only one who can give you that much pleasure!"

She smiled softly at him as she lifted her hands and placed them on his upper arms and stroked them firmly up his shoulders to his neck and to the back of his head, digging her fingers into his hair as she said, "It's easy to do that when it's true...you've given me more pleasure than any other man ever has. But because you're the only other man I've ever loved, I want and need to give you as much pleasure as I want and need from you...tell me what you need, my love!" she pleaded again.

He continued to stare into her eyes as he said softly, "Just you, pretty lady. And your promise that you will never let another man's cock inside you ever again...that's all I need from you. Everything we do together brings me the most pleasure I've ever had; you will never disappoint me sexually! Just let me love you and make love to you whenever and wherever we want!"

He kissed her deeply and passionately when she whispered, "I promise, my love. From now on, I belong only to you—you are the only man I will ever let inside me again! I wish you could stay inside me forever...and make love to me again, and again, and again..."




Charles and Diana Ch. 07



Then he picked her up off the edge of the bar, still wrapped around him with his hard dick buried inside her, and carried her over to the bed and made love to her over and over for the next couple hours. They were awed by how well their bodies and minds were becoming attuned to one another; they seemed to instinctively know what each other wanted or needed.

Diana knew she loved Charles every bit as much, if not more than the big man, John Wayne, when she felt the need to try to erase the memory of having the big man's thick cock inside her. She felt vaguely unfaithful at first that she couldn't erase that memory, but she gradually realized that she wasn't being unfaithful to Charles because it had happened before she ever knew him, and memories could not affect their relationship and intimacy unless she allowed them to do so. When Charles whispered that he loved her and then kissed her passionately as he started to thrust deeper inside her, she vowed no memories or dreams that she couldn't control would ever affect how she responded to her husband. Besides, Charles had already started to invade her dreams and that was a sign to her that he was definitely the man she was meant to be with!

Charles had watched Diana during the last part of their lovemaking when he noticed that she became vaguely detached—she closed her eyes for a few minutes and would furrow her brows as if concentrating on something, and then frowned slightly for a few moments like she was thinking of something unpleasant. So he leaned down, put his lips against hers softly and whispered that he loved her when she opened her eyes to look at him; then he kissed her, parting her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth as deeply as he was thrusting his dick inside her pussy.

He heard her groan and felt her body start responding to him again as much as she always had; her mouth relaxed and accepted his tongue willingly, stroking her tongue against his in the same rhythm as they were thrusting their pelvises together. She had her arms wrapped around his lower back and was firmly rubbing her hands up and down him, occasionally reaching down to grasp his ass and squeeze it as he thrust into her.

Her soft hands on his ass were driving him to thrust as deeply into her as he could, so he dragged his mouth from hers and lifted up on his hands and drove his dick as deeply into her as he could. Then he paused for a second as he heard her groan deeply, "Oh, God, YES! That's it, my love! Drive your beautiful, long cock into me as deeply as you can! Oh, God...how I love that feeling!"

Charles lost control and growled as he started pounding into her with hard, deep thrusts that made him grunt softly each time as he stared at her face and watched as another orgasm built for her. When she dragged her hands from his lower back around his sides and up to his chest and dug her fingers into his chest hair as her back arched and she screamed when her orgasm hit, he threw back his head and yelled loudly as an orgasm hit him suddenly. His excitement at watching her pleasure build, the slight pain when she dug her fingers into his chest hair and the pulsing of her pussy on his throbbing dick finally sent him over the edge.

He collapsed on top of her after his hips stopped bucking and her hands fell away from his chest as her orgasm subsided. They were both breathing heavily but he was able to prop himself up on his forearms enough to take most of his weight off of her body so she could breathe. He turned his head to his right toward hers as it rested on the pillow next to him, and she turned her head to look at him; they smiled softly at each other as they took a few slow, deep breaths, then he asked her, "Where did you go for a few minutes? What took your mind away from us?"

She lowered her eyes for a second, unsure what to tell him, then she looked back at him and said, "I was trying to erase an old memory, but it didn't work; I didn't want it to interfere with us, but I realized that it can't interfere with us unless I let it. I promise I won't let that happen again."

He asked her if it was a bad memory, and she told him no, it was a pleasant memory but it had caused her some pain before. Then he asked her if it still caused her pain, and she said not any more, so he told her, "Then you shouldn't erase it—why would you want to erase any pleasant memories? You have too many bad memories that I would rather you work on erasing than the pleasant ones. However, don't try to completely erase your bad memories—you may need some of them to keep you from repeating past mistakes...you understand?"

She smiled and nodded that she understood, then she asked him what time it was, so he lifted his head up and looked at the clock on the bedside table and told her it was just after 2:00. She remembered that the concierge had told her that the bandleader had asked to meet with her at around 3:00 to pick the songs she could sing that evening. She told Charles that she needed to get cleaned up and dressed soon so she could make that meeting, and she had no idea how long it would take. So, she suggested that he get cleaned up and dressed as well and maybe head down to the casino to waste a little time until she was through and she would come find him there after her meeting.

He agreed, so they showered and dressed in their new clothes and they both headed down to the lobby at about 2:45pm. Diana gave Charles a soft, lingering kiss in front of the casino and wished him good luck, then started to head for the nightclub. Before she reached the nightclub, she passed by a beauty salon in the lobby and the thought struck her that she really would like to look her best this evening since she was going to be performing and her husband hadn't seen how she looked when she was all made-up. So, she popped into the beauty salon to see if they had any openings for that afternoon; she was in luck—they had an opening at 4:30, so she took it and asked for a hair styling and a facial with make-up. She was advised that would take about an hour and she said that was perfect.

She arrived at the nightclub entrance just before 3:00 and was greeted by the bandleader who asked if she was Miss Diana Maitland; she said, "I was. Now I'm Diana Maitland Richards—Mrs. Charles Richards." She explained to the bandleader that they had just married last night and were on their honeymoon, and the bandleader asked her if she had minded being asked to perform as a favor since it was their honeymoon. She explained to the bandleader that the concierge had offered them a free meal this evening and no charge on their room for the weekend, so no, she didn't mind doing a few songs for them.

The bandleader said, "Very well, then. Let's head over to the piano so we can look at song selections and figure out the keys for the arrangements. She spotted a couple songs right away that she knew well from her own nightclub act, "Night and Day" and "At Last," so she told the bandleader that she knew those songs well and she sang a few lines from each one so he could see if her vocal range fit the keys of those arrangements, which they did because they were the same arrangements used in her act in L.A.

Then she saw the music to "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" and asked the bandleader if it was the same arrangement as from the movie soundtrack and he advised that it was, so she asked if they could do that number. The bandleader said that they could but he didn't have the lyrics, so she started singing the intro to the song to let him know she already knew the song by heart, including the musical key of the score...

The French are glad to die for love

They delight in fighting duels

But I prefer a man who lives

And gives expensive jewels!

The bandleader grinned and chuckled because she sounded almost just like Marilyn Monroe... this ought to make for an interesting performance!

She kept looking through the songs to try to find something that she could sing especially for her new husband; then she saw the music and lyrics to "Some Enchanted Evening" from the musical "South Pacific." As she read the lyrics, she couldn't help but think that they fit exactly with how Charles and she met and married immediately, so she told the bandleader that she wanted this song to be her last one and that she was going to dedicate it to her new husband. The bandleader agreed and played a few bars of the melody on the piano so they could find the appropriate key range for her voice. As she started to sing the whole song in her lovely, lilting soprano with her eyes closed and feeling the words of the song, the bandleader couldn't help but watch her with appreciation.

A few of the other band members who had been back in the dressing area because they were there early to check on some things, heard her singing and came out to listen. They were all wondering who she was and if she was some new talent the resort had hired that they hadn't heard about yet. When she ended the song, they all started clapping; Diana's eyes popped open and she glanced around looking slightly embarrassed, as she hadn't expected an audience at that moment.

The bandleader asked her to tell him in what order she wanted the rest of the songs; she told him that she was going to be wearing a dress similar to one Marilyn Monroe had worn in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes," though not the strapless, pink one she wore for "Diamonds..." but she told him she thought they should open with that number. Then she wanted to do "Night and Day" and then "At Last" and, of course, "Some Enchanted Evening" last. She asked the bandleader if they were going to want her to do brief intros for each song, and he advised her that it was customary for the singer to do that.

She told him what she usually said for "Night and Day" and "At Last," and then said she was going to make reference to her admiration for Marilyn Monroe who she met briefly during the filming of the movie as part of her intro for "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend," and asked him if he thought those would be appropriate intros. The bandleader said they sounded fine to him and then asked her if she knew how she was going to make the dedication for the last song, and she told him she would work it out by tonight. Then she asked him what time her short set was scheduled for and he told her they were slating her for 10pm, and she said that would be great—she'd still get to enjoy a good dinner as long as she finished eating before 7:00...she couldn't sing well on a full stomach!

The bandleader and the band members all told Diana that she sounded wonderful and they were looking forward to seeing and hearing her performance later. She thanked them for their kind words and told them she was looking forward to performing with them as well, then she asked them what time it was; one of the guys looked at his watch and said it was about 3:45. She told them good bye and that she'd see them later that evening when they introduced her out of the audience, since that was where she'd be. As she headed toward the door, the bandleader called after her and asked her how she'd like to be introduced, and she told him that she wanted him to introduce her as Diana Maitland Richards, then she turned and headed out the door to go find her sexy new husband somewhere in the casino.

As she was headed toward the casino, she got the idea to keep Charles from seeing her until she was fully made-up and dressed; she wanted him to dress and go to the nightclub first and wait for her to make an entrance. So she figured out how to tell him that as she headed into the casino; she stopped at the entrance before going down the few steps into the casino and scanned the room to see if she could spot him. Her eyes widened slightly when she finally spotted him; he was at a Roulette table—surrounded by women! Then her eyes narrowed and she took a deep breath and strode purposefully in his direction.

When she got closer, she hung back just far enough so she could hear what was going on but he couldn't see her directly behind him. She saw a couple of the women lean back and eye him up and down and then glanced at each other and grinned as they fanned themselves with their hands as if they were agreeing that he was hot! She smirked to herself as she thought, "You have no idea how HOT he is, ladies...but keep your paws off of him 'cause he's mine!"

Then she started listening to what was being said. She heard a couple women tell Charles how lucky he was and that he must be on some kind of streak; then she heard the croupier call for final bets to be placed before he released the ball. She saw a couple of the women put chips on the same spots as Charles had placed his; one of the women was hanging onto his arm and shaking it excitedly as she waited to see where the ball was going to land. When it turned out it was one of Charles' picks, the woman squealed excitedly and reached over and kissed him on his cheek as Charles tried to pull away.

The woman told him again how lucky he was, and Charles said, "Lady, you have no idea how lucky this weekend has been for me! I'm here on my honeymoon and I'm just killing a little time waiting for my lovely bride to join me. Now, if she walks in here and sees all you ladies hanging around me like this, she's not going to be very happy about it, so..."

Charles spun around when Diana cut in with her hands on her hips and her eyes blazing, "You're damn right I'm not very happy about it! Look ladies...I can certainly understand why you find my husband so fascinating! He is a very handsome and sexy man...and evidently, very lucky as well! I understand your confusion because we're not wearing rings, but I assure you, we are married—last night, just 3 hours after we met! But he is MINE now, so you ladies will just have to go find some other men to sink your claws into—go on now! Shoo!" as she gestured with her hands to send them away.

The other women stared cattily at her as they started to move away, but she ignored them and just stared at Charles with her eyes still blazing. Charles slowly started to grin sexily, loving the look of jealous desire in her eyes, as he moved right in front of her, wrapped his arms around her and dipped her slightly sideways as he said quietly, "It's about damn time you showed up and rescued me from those vultures!" Then he crushed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately as she wrapped her arms up around his neck and shoulders and kissed him back just as passionately.

They stopped slowly when they heard the croupier give a loud cough and ask if anyone else was going to be placing any bets. Charles stood her up straight and turned back toward the table as he looked at her and asked her if she had any feelings about what to choose for a bet. She shook her head and her hands and said, "Oh, no! I am no good at this type of gambling—I'm very unlucky at these types of games. Poker is my kind of game—it requires some skill—not just luck!"

Charles looked back at the Roulette wheel and he noticed that the numbers 11 and 30 were right next to each other on the wheel; he knew they had arrived in Las Vegas last night at just about 11:30—when his luck had gone from great to fantastic as he and Diana were married straight away. He had a gut feeling; he placed all of his chips on 11 Black, then he turned and took Diana into his arms and started kissing her as the wheel was spun.



Charles and Diana Ch. 08



As his lovely new wife Diana Maitland Richards melted into him, Charles Richards forgot everything else and just concentrated on the feeling of her soft lips and tongue mingling with his as they kissed each other slowly and deeply. He had just placed all of his chips on one number for a last spin on a Roulette wheel in the casino of The Riviera Resort in Las Vegas, where they were spending their honeymoon—having married less than 3 hours after they met in a pub in Los Angeles. They didn't hear the ball drop or hear the croupier announce the winner as 11 Black; they didn't stop kissing until the people around the table started cheering and a couple men slapped his shoulders!

When they realized that he had won, Charles picked Diana up, hugging her, and spun her around as they laughed excitedly. He set her back down and they watched as the croupier started piling up his stack of chips; they looked at each other and smiled excitedly as the croupier announced that he'd won over $3,000! They looked at each other again and said seriously at the same time, "It's time to quit!" They burst out laughing as they started gathering up all the chips to go cash them in.

As they headed toward the cashier's desk, Diana told Charles that she had made an appointment to get her hair done because she wanted to look nice for her performance in the nightclub later that evening. He told her that was fine; then she told him that she wanted to surprise him with a grand entrance at the nightclub after she was all made-up and dressed in the special gown he had bought for her. She asked him if he would mind cleaning up, dressing and leaving their suite at about 5:45 to go down to the nightclub for their 6:00 dinner reservation, and then she would join him as soon as she was able. Charles reluctantly agreed; he hated the thought of spending that much time away from her and he thought to himself that it had better be worth it!

When their chips were counted, Charles asked for $300 in cash and handed $100 to Diana, jokingly telling her he hoped that would be enough to pay for her salon appointment! Then he yelled, "OW!" and grabbed his right upper arm after Diana punched him for making it sound like she required a lot of services at the salon! He frowned as he looked at her and rubbed his arm and asked her, "How the hell did you learn to punch like that?"

She told him about the lessons her youngest brother had given her when she was just 7 years old. Her brother had been 17 at the time and he had been the youngest kid for a while and he'd learned to stand up for himself. When her brother saw how Diana let the other kids tease and pick on her, he'd taken her aside and shown her how to throw a really hard punch and told her to use it whenever some other kid just wouldn't leave her alone. She'd only had to do that a couple times before word got around that she could hit really hard, and the other kids finally started to leave her alone when she told them to—though they still teased her at times...from a distance!

He grinned as he frowned and said, "I'm going to have to remember not to tease you like that any more—I don't want any of my colleagues at the Bureau to start seeing bruises on me and then have to explain to them that my wife gave them to me! I'd never hear the end of that!"

He put the other $200 cash into his wallet and told the cashier they would request a Cashier's Check for the remaining amount when they were ready to leave tomorrow, so they waited while the cashier wrote out a voucher for the remaining amount of his winnings. Diana noticed that it was getting close to 4:30—the scheduled time for her appointment at the beauty salon, so she told Charles that she needed to get going to make her appointment. He told her when he came down at 5:45, he would leave the key to their room at the front desk and she could pick it up there to go up and dress before she came down.

She kissed him quickly and headed for the beauty salon. On the way there, she remembered that she didn't have any kind of purse or evening bag to go with her dress and she would need something just to throw the room key and some lipstick or whatever else she might need to freshen her make-up into. She popped into the clothing store again and asked the sales lady if they had any little evening bags; the sales lady remembered her from that morning and said she had just the thing. It was a little gold clutch bag that would match her shoes perfectly; she thanked the sales lady, paid for the bag and took off for the salon.

She told the ladies at the salon that she just wanted her hair curled and styled, but asked them not to use any hairspray because the hairspray would affect her vocal chords and she had to sing later. They told her that would be no problem; they had other setting solutions they could use that would hold her style for a while without having to spray it. Then she told them that she wanted the make-up they used to be as subtle as possible, but that she would be performing onstage and she didn't want to look "washed out" in the lights; they told her they would do their best and she could judge the results when they were through.

As she sat under a dryer with curlers in her hair, she closed her eyes and started singing the songs she was going to perform that evening, just to make sure she remembered all the words and the tunes. When she was done, she opened her eyes and saw a lot of the women in the salon were looking at her and grinning, and some of them were clapping; then she noticed one woman glaring at her. She frowned at the woman when she recognized her as one of the women who had been hanging around Charles at the Roulette table before she showed up and shooed them away. She kept staring at the woman and arched one of her eyebrows at her as if to say, "You want to challenge me, bitch? Go ahead!" The woman finally looked away.

Diana was thankful to finally get out from under the hot dryer and get those blasted curlers out of her hair! She hated messing with this stuff—that's why she rarely ever bothered; but this was a special occasion! She wanted her new husband to see just how beautiful she could be and feel confident as she performed this evening. She told the salon ladies that she was putting her trust in them to make her look as sexy as possible without looking like a tramp.

She glanced in the mirror when she heard a short, "Hah!" behind her, and she realized it was the woman who had been glaring at her before. Diana looked at the salon ladies, whose eyebrows were raised wondering what was going on, and she said, "Of course, some women don't need any amount of make-up to make them look like a tramp! All they have to do is hang all over another woman's husband! Isn't that right, ladies?"

The salon ladies all saw the look on the other woman's face in the mirror; her mouth popped open and then snapped shut as her face reddened and she turned away from them. Diana and salon ladies all grinned and chuckled silently; after the other woman left, Diana told the salon ladies what had happened and all about how she and Charles had met and married. They were all enthralled with her story, especially when she described Charles to them and how sexy he was and how much he turned her on! When they saw the look on her face and in her eyes, they all knew she had it bad—and most of them envied her; they'd give anything to find a man who could make them feel like that!

When the salon ladies turned Diana around to give her the full view of her finished hair and make-up, Diana's eyes widened at her reflection in the mirror; she felt embarrassed to admit it even to herself but, she was stunning! Her golden mane was full and sleek as it swept back from her face, with thick waves of curls laying about her shoulders and down the back of her head. And because they hadn't used hairspray, her hair still flowed naturally as she moved her head.

Her make-up was flawless; they used a nice medium-light base to give her skin a healthy-looking glow so she wouldn't appear "washed out" under the bright lights, a lovely rose-tinted blush that complemented her natural blush and a similar color for her lips to make them shine. The eye make-up was perfect; they made her look sexy without her having to think about anything to bring that heavy-lidded look of desire into her eyes. She smiled at the ladies in the mirror and told them that they had worked some real magic; they told her that they had just enhanced what she already had. Her salon visit and a few items of make-up cost $30; she gave each of the women a $5 tip, thanked them all again and walked out of the salon at 5:35pm with $40 left in her new gold clutch.

She had 10 minutes to kill before she could go back up to the room; what could she possibly do to pass the time? She headed toward the nightclub just to go take a peek and see how many people were showing up for dinner. She was surprised when she approached the entrance and saw a sign on a tripod just outside that announced she was making a "special guest appearance" that evening—at least they had listed her name correctly as Diana Maitland Richards, and also named the nightclub she performed at in Los Angeles. Her L.A. nightclub boss would be pleased with the free publicity!

She noticed that it appeared to be pretty crowded inside; most of the tables were occupied. But she knew that some of the people who came this early were just there for dinner and didn't plan to stick around for the show afterward. She would just have to wait until later to see how much of an audience she was going to have. She turned around and started heading back toward the main lobby to find a spot where she could hide until she saw Charles drop the key off at the desk and head to the nightclub.

She only had to wait about 5 minutes until she saw him come off one of the elevators and head to the front desk and hand them the key and explain that his wife would be picking it up soon. She admired how handsome he looked in his freshly cleaned black suit—how it emphasized his broad shoulders and strong physique. She saw him glancing around and several women's heads turned to watch him as he passed by, and she smiled to herself as she noticed that he seemed to pick up on that and it made him walk a little taller as he smiled kind of sexily to himself. As soon as he was out of sight, she headed toward the front desk to pick up the key to their room.

When Diana had left Charles to go to her salon appointment, Charles had over an hour before he would have to leave the room to be out of it by 5:45, but he knew it would only take him about 20 minutes to get ready. He tried to think of something to do to kill some more time before he headed back up to the room; he decided to go out to the pool area and have a drink and just enjoy the warm sunshine and relax for a half hour or so. He went to the bar near the pool and ordered a beer and then went and sat on a lounge chair by a table and just watched the people playing around in the pool while he sipped on his beer.

The sun was a little warmer than he expected, so he sat up and removed his light suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair and then pulled his shirt out of the waist of his pants and unbuttoned it, just letting it fall open to his sides as he leaned back and relaxed again, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on his exposed torso. After about 10 minutes, he noticed a couple women in lounge chairs over to the left side of the pool from where he was facing looking at him. They were wearing bathing suits and sunning themselves, and they kept glancing at each other and talking, and then they'd look toward him and smile. He wasn't looking directly at them, but he'd noticed them doing that through his left field of vision as he was looking at the pool; he couldn't help but notice them because they had to turn their heads in his direction to their right when they looked at him.

Charles noticed that the women kept looking at him, so he turned his head a little more in their direction so he could watch them a little closer without making it look like he was watching them. Then he saw the women's eyes travel down his body and they looked in the vicinity of his crotch, and they looked at each other again as they spoke quietly, and then they both looked at his crotch again. Charles discreetly looked down to make sure his fly wasn't open or anything, and he noticed that the way he was sitting with his legs crossed at the ankles, had pushed his cock and balls upward slightly so that there was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants.

He clenched his jaw to stop from grinning as he realized the women were probably speculating over how big his dick might be! Then he almost jerked when the thought of that made his loins start to tingle and he could feel his dick starting to stir. If he wasn't careful, those women were going to find out just how big his dick was! Then he realized Diana was right; he'd never really paid attention to how much women noticed him—he wondered if those women would try to approach him even if he didn't do anything to give them any indication that he was interested in meeting them. He ignored them as he closed his eyes and just relaxed and started to think about Diana.

He started to realize too late that thinking of her was a mistake; his dick wasn't just stirring any more, it was getting rock hard! Charles just kept his eyes closed and tried to ignore it and just hoped those women would not notice the bulge at his crotch getting bigger! He made the mistake of glancing at them to see if they were looking at him, and sure enough, they saw him look at them as they were eyeing his crotch. He closed his eyes and tried to continue ignoring them, but after just a few moments, he heard a woman's voice and felt the sun blocked from his face by someone standing beside him.

One of the women said softly as she knelt down beside him, "Pardon us for approaching you if you aren't interested in our proposal, so please just hear us out before you say no—but we're really hoping you'll say yes. My friend and I think you are about the sexiest man we've seen here this weekend—and you appear to have something that we've been looking for. My friend and I have a thing for men with big dicks, so we were hoping you'd come up to our room and fuck both of us. And we couldn't help but notice that your dick started getting hard when you looked at us, so are you interested?"

Charles' eyes widened in shock as the woman bluntly stated what they wanted from him, and his cock twitched in his pants at his unexpected reaction to the erotic nature of their request. He noticed that these were two very attractive women who looked to be in their early to mid twenties and they thought he was sexiest man they'd seen this weekend?!! Diana must not have been just telling him that because she's in love with him—he felt a profound sense of male ego and virility as his loins flowed with heat.

Charles raised his eyebrows at them for a moment, and then he grinned slowly as he said softly in his deep, sexy voice, "Well, ladies, I certainly appreciate your interest in me and I thank you for, what two days ago might've been, a very tempting offer, but I'm married...to the woman I've been searching my whole life for and finally found last night. And my lovely new wife is giving me all the sex I need—and I got hard because I was thinking of her, not because I noticed you two. I was just hoping that you wouldn't get the wrong impression because I knew you'd been looking at my crotch. So, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I love my wife and she's all I'll ever need."

The two women looked disappointed but said they understood and that they hoped his wife realized how lucky she was; Charles grinned softly as he told them that he was the lucky one. The women went back to their lounge chairs and Charles finished his beer, stood up and buttoned his shirt, picked up his jacket and headed back into the lobby to go upstairs and start getting ready so he could leave the room on time before he could meet up with his sexy new wife again later in the nightclub restaurant.

Before he went to the room, Charles stopped by the front desk and asked one of the clerks to call the laundry service and ask them to have his suit delivered to his room as soon as possible. Then he went up, showered quickly and shaved lightly again while he waited for his suit to arrive. The phone rang and it was the concierge asking him if Diana was there, and Charles explained to him that she was waiting for him to get dressed and leave the room before she returned from a salon appointment and that Charles was going to leave the room key for her at the front desk. The concierge told him that he'd catch up with her when she came to the desk to get the key, said good-bye and hung up.

There was a knock on the door and a woman's voice announced it was the laundry service, and Charles answered the door wearing just a towel around his hips. The woman appeared to be in her mid to late forties and she raised her eyebrows at his appearance at first until she ran her eyes down his body, then she blushed slightly when she realized what she was doing and her eyes flew back to his face. Charles just grinned at her and gave her a dollar as he took his suit from her hand and said sexily, "Thanks a lot...and for bringing my suit!" Then he chuckled silently as he shut the door when he noticed the woman blushed even more.

Apparently, women of all ages seemed to find him attractive and sexy! He started to feel more confident that he'd be able to keep Diana on her toes as well. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair and dressed in his freshly cleaned suit and headed back down to the lobby to leave their room key at the desk for Diana.

He wondered where she might be as he strolled through the lobby, and he glanced around trying to see if he could spot her but he didn't see her. But he did notice a couple women who looked at him appreciatively and it made him straighten his shoulders even more, tighten his abdominal muscles to emphasize his chest more and hold his head up a little higher as a soft, sexy smile slightly curved his lips under his mustache. He almost started to feel slightly egotistical as his awareness of how women paid attention to him heightened and he realized he was starting to enjoy it. 

As soon as Diana said her name at the desk and asked for their room key, the desk clerk asked her to wait for a moment because the concierge wanted to see her quickly, and the clerk buzzed the concierge to let him know she was there. The concierge came out and explained to Diana that he'd talked to her husband so he knew she would be stopping by the desk, and the reason he wanted to see her was because he wanted to loan her some jewelry to wear for the evening. He opened up a flat, black box in his hands and showed her what was inside.

Diana was floored when she saw the name "Harry Winston" on the inside of the box; it was a matching set of a necklace, earrings and bracelet of the flashiest diamonds she'd ever seen! She looked at the concierge and started to say that she couldn't possibly wear such beautiful and terribly expensive things! The concierge told her that they were on loan from the jewelry store in the lobby because he'd talked to the bandleader after their meeting and, when he heard what her first number was going to be, he thought it would only make sense for her to be appropriately adorned.

She frowned as she asked the concierge if he really thought this was a good idea? He nodded and said that he trusted her, and that he was sure the jewelry would only enhance her beauty, as the diamonds could in no way outshine her! Then she asked him out of curiosity how much the set was worth; she nearly fainted when he told her it was over 50 carats worth of diamonds and was priced at over $200,000. She tried to refuse again, but he told her he was going to have one of the resort security guards escort her up to her room and wait outside for her and then escort her back down to the lobby to go meet her husband, so she wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to attack her.




Charles and Diana Ch. 08



The concierge motioned to the security guard and handed him the box of jewels and told him to make sure nothing happened the jewels or to Mrs. Richards. The security guard was a large man who appeared to be in his early 40's; not as handsome as Charles but reasonably good looking, and he appeared to have an honest face, so she said good evening to the concierge and followed the security guard to the elevators. They made the ride up in silence and when they got out on the top floor and headed to their corner suite, she unlocked the door and told the man that she would probably be at least 20 minutes getting ready. He handed her the box of jewels and told her he'd be waiting outside when she was ready.

Diana rushed inside, shed her clothes and put them away, and immediately went into the bathroom to turn the shower on so she could rinse quickly and run the razor over her legs and underarms to get rid of the slight stubble she could feel on them. She'd carefully pulled on a plastic shower cap so her hair wouldn't get wet and ruin her style; it took her less than 10 minutes in the shower. She got out and dried herself completely, brushed her teeth, applied some antiperspirant and deodorant and some lotion on her freshly shaved legs. Then she went to the dresser and got her new pair of silky, cream-colored panties and put them on, and then went and got her dress and shoes out of the closet.

She took the dress over to the bed to put it on; she stepped into it and fastened the halter straps around her neck with the hooks and then reached around and zipped the back up to her waist. Unlike the shorter black halter dress that the "big man," John Wayne had bought for her, this dress did not have supporting bra cups built into it; her breasts were simply covered by the satiny lining and the cream colored, silky, pleated outer material. As she moved, her generous breasts bounced and swayed with her every movement, and the cool, soft material rubbing on her nipples kept them firm and she could see them poking forward. She was practically naked under this dress...and it showed!

She had an attack of nerves; could she dare to go out in public like this? She put on the strappy gold high-heels she'd gotten to go with the dress and went out into the main room to look at herself in the full-length mirrors on the closet doors. The image she saw stunned her again; she looked as good as any Hollywood sex goddess! Her cleavage was just visible in the deep V-front of the dress and her legs were exposed to just above her knees by the curved split up the front of the dress. Then she remembered the diamond jewelry; she took the box into the bathroom and set it on the vanity to put on the necklace, earrings and bracelet.

Once she had them on, she went out and looked at herself again in the full-length mirrors. The jewels added a definite sparkle to her appearance, and the tasteful design of the pieces helped to tone her overall image down a bit, so that she looked elegantly sexy rather than just exuding raw sex appeal. She picked up the jewel box and her clutch bag, making sure she had everything she needed in it, checked her hair and make-up in the mirrors again and opened the door to leave.

The security guard was still standing there, and when he looked at her, she saw his eyes widen in surprise; she asked him if she looked all right, and the surprise in his eyes changed to blatant male appreciation as he just nodded. She smiled at him as she handed him the jewel box, then he smiled back at her and offered her his arm to escort her to the elevators and down to the lobby.

When the elevator opened in the lobby and the security guard walked out with this gorgeous woman on his arm, he couldn't help but smile as he noticed that other men around the lobby turned to stare at that gorgeous woman and then looked at him with admiration thinking she was with him! He hated to have to let go of her so she could go meet her husband waiting for her in the nightclub restaurant; all he could think was what a lucky bastard her husband was! He continued to watch her as she made her way through the lobby...her breasts bouncing and her hips gently swaying as she walked confidently toward the other end of the building—every man's eyes following her as she passed.

Charles Richards had arrived in the nightclub restaurant at precisely 5:45—a bit earlier than their 6:00 reservation. As soon as he told the host his name and started to apologize for being early, the host said, "Good evening, Mr. Richards. That is not a problem, we have your table already waiting for you." The host showed him to a table down on one of the lower tiers closest to the stage area. It was a table meant for four people, but as far as he knew, it was just going to be him and Diana sitting there.

A waiter came over and asked him if he would care for a drink while he waited for his wife, and Charles frowned as he wondered how the waiter knew he was waiting for his wife, so he asked him that. The waiter explained to him that they had been told who he and his wife were and that they were special guests of the hotel and that they were to be given whatever they wanted! Charles' eyebrows went up in surprise; he'd never been exposed to this kind of VIP treatment before and he was afraid he could get used to it a little too easily!

Charles asked the waiter to bring him a scotch on the rocks and then asked him if they had Chivas; the waiter said of course they had it, so Charles told him to make it two fingers of Chivas, neat. The waiter smiled and said he would be right back. Charles glanced around the nightclub as he waited for his drink and saw that everyone was dressed elegantly; the men were all in formal suits or tuxedos and the women in cocktail dresses or evening gowns—at least his suit looked formal enough so he fit in. The waiter was back with his drink in less than 2 minutes—nice to get prompt service for once!

He sat back and relaxed in his chair and sipped on his scotch as he waited for Diana to arrive. He could catch snippets of conversations going on around him every so often; he saw an older couple sitting at a nearby table and they smiled at him and raised their glasses to him—he wasn't sure why, but he raised his glass to them as well. Then he remembered where he'd seen the older couple; they were the ones who had caught him and Diana making out in the elevator earlier today when they had been on their way back to their suite this morning. He grinned back at them as he chuckled quietly.

After about 15 minutes, he heard a couple men at a nearby table suddenly stop in the middle of their conversation as one of them whistled quietly and the other one muttered, "Oh, my God! Who is that woman? God, please let her be single!"

Charles looked around and saw Diana standing up at the entrance as the host pointed to where he was. His eyes turned to flames as he stood up and took in her gorgeous appearance, then he turned to the men at the other table who'd noticed her and said to them, "Sorry, gentlemen, but she's spoken for...she's my wife!" His ego was further stroked when he saw admiration and slight envy in the other men's eyes when he told them that she was his! His eyes were burning as she worked her way down to him, staring back at him the whole way. His dick was stirring in his pants and his knees felt weak as he watched her breasts bounce and sway gently under the material of her dress as she moved—he hoped he was going to be able to make it through dinner!

By the time she stopped directly in front of him, staring up at him with as much desire in her eyes as his held for her, his dick was already hard and throbbing. When she asked him quietly if he had missed her, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his hands around her lower back right at the curve of her ass and pressing her crotch against his so she could feel his hard cock. Then he growled quietly, "Does that answer your question?" as he leaned his head down and devoured her mouth for a moment until he heard her moan deeply.

He was highly gratified when he raised his head and saw the look of raw desire for him on her face; her mouth was still partially open and her heavy-lidded eyes were staring at him with open wantonness as she grasped the lapels of his jacket to steady herself. He slowly slid his hands away from her lower back and brought his right hand up to her chin to push her mouth closed as he said, "Close your mouth, dear. People are staring." Then he noticed the sparkling jewels on her ear lobes, around her neck and at her wrist, and he asked her, "Am I going to have to arrest you for committing a jewelry heist on your way here?" as he took a step back.

Diana frowned in confusion; desire was still clouding her brain and she wasn't keeping up with what Charles was saying, so she mumbled, "Huh?" Charles touched the jewelry she was wearing and asked her where she got it, so she shook her head slightly and explained to him why she was wearing it. Then he asked her if she knew how much it was worth as he pulled out a chair to seat her, and she said, "Uh huh," as she sat down. When he raised his eyebrows questioningly as he went to sit down, she told him, "Over $200,000!"

She almost laughed out loud when Charles nearly missed his seat as he sat down! Now he looked stunned! She had hoped to see that look on his face as soon as he had seen her, but no, it took the price tag of a bunch of flashy diamonds to startle him that much! Even the big man had looked startled the first moment he saw her and when she had gotten dressed up for him, but Charles had just stared at her with desire. And then he nearly overpowered her with her desire for him; she was beginning to get nervous that he held more power over her than she had over him—how would they be able to keep their relationship balanced?

She didn't have time to mull that thought over as a waiter arrived with menus and asked her if she would like a drink while they decided what they would like to have. She didn't want to drink too much before she had to perform because it would be unprofessional to go onstage even the least bit tipsy, so she asked the waiter just to bring her a glass of a nice chardonnay—preferably aged in oak and with a nice buttery palate. The waiter said they had a brand that had those specific characteristics, and he would be right back with a glass.

She looked at Charles and saw him sipping on a glass of what looked like whiskey or scotch, so she asked him what it was. When he said it was Chivas, she raised her eyebrows and said, "That stuff's not cheap! How much did that cost?" He told her he didn't know and he didn't care because he didn't have to pay for it! He told her what the waiter had said and they both smiled as they realized they were going to enjoy getting the VIP treatment!

It didn't take Diana long to decide what she was having for dinner; they had Lobster Newburg on the menu—her most favorite dish! She ordered that along with a fresh spinach salad; trying to keep her meal as light as possible since she had to sing later and it would be difficult to sing on a full stomach. Charles ordered the biggest steak they had on the menu and asked the waiter if the chef knew how to cook a steak well done without ruining it and taking all the flavor out of it—the waiter assured him that of course he could, their chef was one of the finest when it came to steaks, no matter how done you wanted it!

Charles and Diana chatted about their favorite foods and drinks while they waited for their meals to arrive. He learned that she loved all kinds of seafood, except some of the shellfish varieties like oysters, clams and mussels, but her favorites were lobster, scallops, shrimp, crab and all kinds of fish. Charles frowned; he wasn't that crazy about most seafood—he only liked fish and crab. He was more of a meat and potatoes kind of man; steaks—when cooked properly, roasts, ribs, and all kinds of barbecued meat. But he did have one food that he never got tired of—pizza. If he had to choose one type of food to eat for the rest of his life, it would be pizza.

Diana laughed; she had a weakness for pizza, too. But she knew if she ate too much, it would make her fat! She had to watch what she ate most of the time because she had a tendency to gain weight easily if she didn't pay attention to what she ate and how much she ate! It hadn't taken her long to gain back the 10 pounds she lost during the months of her depression after she'd heard that the big man had re-married after their encounter—even though she knew he was going to. When the big man's friend, Ward Bond, who was now also a good friend to her, had come to her office to snap her out of her funk 4 months afterward, Diana was back to her normal weight in just a little over a month—most of it due to pizza!

She told Charles that she had a tendency to gain weight when she was happy and lose weight when she was depressed, and she hoped she wasn't going to end up turning into a fat pig because of her happiness to have finally found him! Charles' eyes smoldered at her as he told her not to worry—he would make sure they got plenty of exercise! They grinned sexily at each other as they thought about that; just then, their meals arrived.

They tried to take their time with their meal; they had a lot of time to kill before the music and dancing would start at 8:00 and it was only about 6:30. They ate as leisurely as they could, sipping on wine with their food—Diana had another glass of chardonnay and Charles had asked for a nice red wine with his steak. Diana ate as much as she could without making herself feel too full; Charles scarfed down every bit of his steak, saying it was the best steak he'd ever had—done just right and still tender and juicy! Diana smiled as she sipped on her wine and watched him relish every bite.

She started to feel envious of that steak; she wanted him to relish eating her as much as he was that steak. She picked up a breadstick from the basket on their table and brought it to her mouth and was going to take a big bite of it, but she stopped as a naughty thought came into her mind. She closed her mouth and just put the end of the breadstick to her lips as she pursed them slightly, like she was kissing the tip of his cock; then she opened her mouth and slid a couple inches of the breadstick into her mouth and then wrapped her lips around it.

Charles stopped with his last bite of steak halfway to his mouth when he saw what she was doing; he put the bite of steak in his mouth and chewed slowly as they stared at each other. She slowly pulled the breadstick out of her mouth and then ran her tongue around her dry lips to moisten them again. Then she did the same thing with the breadstick again, only this time she stuck the tip of her tongue out and flicked it over the end of the breadstick a couple times as she withdrew it from her mouth. It took Charles much effort to swallow the bite of steak in his mouth without choking as he started to breathe heavily.

Diana grinned sexily as she saw the flames come up in Charles' eyes and saw him breathing heavier—it was working! She leaned toward him and said hotly, "I'd rather wrap my lips around your cock and have you devour my pussy like you've been devouring that steak!" She couldn't make it any clearer than that!

The fire in Charles' eyes roared even hotter; he drank down his last gulp of wine, wiped his mouth with his napkin, stood up and came around to move her chair as she stood, and he grabbed her hand as he led her quickly up the aisle to the nightclub entrance. He explained to the host that they were going to the restroom and they would be back as soon as possible; the host noted that they didn't head toward the restrooms—they were headed back toward the main lobby! The host smiled to himself; he knew they were headed back to their room for a quickie—they were on their honeymoon, for God's sake!

Charles and Diana made their way quickly through the main lobby to the elevators. As they passed through the lobby, Ward Bond, who was checking in at the front desk, spotted Diana. Ward tried to get Diana's attention but she was looking at the man she was with and didn't see him. Ward noted the way Diana was dressed and his eyebrows rose in appreciation. When he saw them get into an elevator by themselves, he saw the man start to back her into the corner kissing her as the elevator doors closed. Ward wasn't surprised; any man in his right mind would attack her looking like that!

When Ward turned back to the desk clerk again, the clerk asked him if he was a friend of Mrs. Richards. Ward asked the clerk, "Who?" and the clerk said the woman he had seen get into the elevator was Diana Maitland Richards, and when the clerk had heard him call her by her first name, the clerk had figured she was a friend of his. Ward exclaimed, "She's married?!!" and the clerk informed him Diana was on her honeymoon, and that she had agreed to perform in the nightclub tonight as a favor to the hotel's concierge.

Ward was floored! He'd figured it would be a long while before Diana ever found any man who could take her mind off of the Duke—he just hoped she hadn't leapt before she looked! He would definitely have to check out her new husband before he told Duke about this because he knew the Duke would want to know everything! The brief glimpse he'd gotten of her husband and they way he went after her, told Ward that her husband at least had great taste in women; but he was more interested in the way Diana responded to her new husband. He would have to make a point to get himself and his wife into the nightclub tonight!

Charles and Diana barely managed to control themselves in the elevator; as soon as the doors started to close and no one else had gotten on, Charles backed her into the corner and crushed his mouth to hers. He leaned his body against her and rubbed his crotch against hers, as he had wanted to do when she first arrived at the nightclub restaurant earlier—but he knew that would've been too obvious! They just groaned into each other's mouths as they kissed deeply and ground their hips together the whole ride. As soon as the elevator reached the top floor, they parted and exited and moved swiftly to their room while she dug the key out of her clutch bag.

As soon as they were inside the room, Diana pushed the door closed, backed Charles up against it and went down onto her knees in front of him. She had his pants open in no time, pushed them down his thighs and pulled his hard cock through the slit in the front of his boxers. Then she immediately laved it with her tongue from base to tip all around to get him good and wet, then wrapped her lips and her left hand around him and started frantically sucking and jacking him off. She stuck her right hand up through the leg of his boxer shorts and started massaging his balls and his perineum at the same time. It didn't take long; within 3 minutes, Charles was groaning loudly as a powerful orgasm tore through him.

Diana was surprised at how powerfully his semen shot out of his cock to the back of her throat; it almost choked her until she backed off far enough so that the next spurts landed on her tongue. She kept squeezing his cock and massaging his balls until his orgasm ended and he sagged against the door. She stood up carefully and put his cock back into his boxer shorts, pulled his pants back up, rubbing her hands over his ass and his cock as she tucked his shirt back into his pants and then zipped them back up, buttoned them and fastened his buckle again.

Charles just stood there staring at her as she completely dressed him again; he was getting addicted to her—to anything she wanted to do to him—to anything she wanted him to do to her! Any time she wanted to wrap her lips around his dick, he would be powerless to stop her! Any time she wanted his mouth on her pussy, he would not be able to resist! When she stood in front of him and removed her dress and panties, and was standing there in nothing but her strappy gold high-heels and those sparkling diamonds—he was powerless to resist her.




Charles and Diana Ch. 08



He bent down and scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed; he laid her down on the end of it and knelt in front of her, spreading her legs apart. He dove into her pussy and ravaged her like she had his dick; stroking his tongue into her deeply, then licking her clit firmly and sucking on it and stroking his fingers up into her. He stroked the inner contours of her pussy with his fingertips, exploring all the inner surface areas as he continued to lick and suck on her clit. When he stroked his middle finger over a certain spot up inside her, he noticed she groaned louder and thrust her hips harder, so he kept stoking that same spot and her hips started thrusting harder and her groans became more intense as she repeated, "Yes...yes...yes...!"

He sucked on her clit again and, suddenly, her hips froze as her back arched off the bed and he felt a squirt of liquid on the palm of his right hand. Then her hips collapsed and her body started writhing as her pussy throbbed on his fingers and she kept moaning, "Oh, my God...Oh, my God!" over and over. He kept stroking his fingers in and out of her, rubbing that same spot, waiting for her orgasm to subside—but it wasn't subsiding! He leaned down and licked and sucked on her clit again and she screamed as her hips started bucking wildly—it was everything he could do to keep his fingers inside her.

Then she reached down, pushed his hand away from her pussy and she continued to writhe as her muscles quaked; her thighs were shaking uncontrollably and her head thrashed back and forth. She finally collapsed completely and just lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes; Charles got up off his knees and sat beside her on the bed, stroking her face with his left hand as he asked her if she was OK. Diana finally opened her eyes and looked up at him with deep passion and love and told him she was fine—she was more than fine; he gave her exactly what she needed to calm down so she could give the best performance she would be capable of in a couple hours.



Charles and Diana Ch. 09



When she was able to stand, Diana Maitland Richards got up from the bed and went into the bathroom of their honeymoon suite in Vegas to clean herself up and try to fix her hair. It wasn't too bad; not quite as full as it had been when she left the beauty salon earlier—but still nice and smooth and curly where it should be. She brushed her teeth again quickly, reapplied a little of her make-up, put her panties and evening gown back on, and she looked as beautiful as before—even more so with the deep love and passion shining in her eyes as she looked at her sexy new husband, Charles Richards. Charles just had to wash his hands and rinse his face a little so that the smell of her pussy wouldn't be quite so obvious on him.

They had finished dinner in The Riviera Resort hotel's nightclub restaurant, but it had been several hours since the last time they'd made love; they were both horny as hell and needed a quick release. So, they'd popped back up to their room and Diana had sucked Charles' cock and given him a quick, intense orgasm, and then he'd returned the favor doubly by devouring her pussy and giving her a long, intense orgasm. They still had a couple hours or so until Diana was scheduled to do her guest performance for the nightclub, but they wanted to go back down so they could enjoy the music and dancing until then.

So, they headed out the door and down the hall to the elevators, Diana leaning against Charles' left arm as she walked beside him hanging onto his forearm, both of them staring at each other and grinning sexily as they thought about the last 20 minutes. They managed to behave themselves on the elevator; Charles just leaned down and kissed her softly a couple times, as he couldn't resist the look of love shining in her eyes. As they made their way through the lobby, people stared at the striking couple strolling together, so totally wrapped up in each other.

When they returned to the nightclub, the host informed Diana that some friends of hers had stopped to see if they could get into the nightclub, and had been disappointed when they were told that the nightclub was already booked to capacity for the evening, except for their table. Diana frowned wondering who on earth it could possibly be; she glanced at Charles and he was looking at her questioningly. She asked the host who these friends were and she almost fell over when he said it was Ward Bond and his wife.

She immediately looked at Charles again and he was frowning like he was trying to think of why he knew that name; she saw it on his face as soon as he figured it out. He looked at her in total shock and she said, "I told you I knew John Wayne! Ward is one of his best friends! I met Ward at the movie studio because my boss was a producer on one of the big man's movies—that's how I met the big man!" Diana looked back at the host who was standing there with an impressed look on his face because she said she knew John Wayne; so she told the host to please let Mr. and Mrs. Bond know that they were welcome to come join them at their table.

Diana's mind was spinning; she had to talk to Ward alone before she allowed Charles to ask him any questions. She had to tell Ward to act like he had no idea what the actual relationship between her and the big man was since she knew Charles still did not believe that she had had an intimate relationship with Wayne...and she wanted it to stay that way. When they returned to their table, the waiter appeared almost immediately and asked them if there was anything they needed. Charles asked for another couple fingers of Chivas and Diana asked for the same...she had a feeling she was going to need it!

Charles was studying Diana again as they sipped on their drinks; he already knew that she was crazy about John Wayne as a fan, and now she had told him that her boss had produced one of Wayne's movies, so it was true that she had actually met him, and obviously, Ward Bond as well. But that still didn't mean that she'd had an intimate relationship with the "big man" as she has claimed. That could still just be an elaborate fantasy she concocted for herself to fulfill a need to feel loved by someone she admired.

After about 15 minutes, Diana saw Ward and his wife Mary Lou appear at the nightclub entrance and she waved to them as the host pointed her and Charles out to them. When they arrived at the table, Diana immediately stood up and exclaimed, "Ward! So lovely to see you again!" Then she hugged him and said quickly and quietly at his ear, "Ask me to dance right away...I'll explain!" Then she leaned back and looked at Ward's wife and said, "Mary Lou! I'm so happy to see you again, too!" As she hugged Ward's wife, she said quickly and quietly, "Don't answer any of my husband's questions about Duke and me, just play dumb...please!" When she leaned back, Mary Lou smiled and nodded her head.

When she introduced them to him, Charles shook Ward's hand and told him what an honor it was to meet him and that he was a big fan of John Wayne, like his wife, and that he'd always enjoyed watching Ward's movies as well. Then Ward looked at Charles and said, "Mr. Richards, I hope you won't mind if I steal your beautiful, sexy wife for a dance with an old man, will you?" as he turned and started to lead Diana down onto the stage that, for the moment, was also used as a dance floor.

As Ward started to dance with her, Diana explained to him about how she'd told Charles everything about her past, including her affair and relationship with the big man, but that she was certain Charles didn't believe her. She said she knew in Charles' mind that he was convinced it was a fantasy or dream she had invented because of her need to feel loved by someone important to her as a result of her confusing childhood and painful adolescence—and she wanted Charles to keep believing that. Ward asked her why, and she looked at him with her eyebrows raised and said, "Would you want to know that Mary Lou still loved some man, especially a very famous and important man, with whom she'd had a brief but torrid love affair, and that the man still loved her, too? How do you think that would affect your ability to build any intimacy in your relationship with her?"

Ward frowned as he thought about that and said, "I see your point. OK, I'll play it your way. But I'm going to have to get to know your husband, because you know Duke is going grill me about him and your relationship when he finds out! So, tell me, Diana. How did you meet this man and how did you know he was the one who could make you forget the Duke?"

"Ward, you know I'll never forget him...but I love Charles as much as I love him. Let's go back to the table now and we'll tell you our story." Ward escorted Diana from the dance floor/stage area back to their table and seated her next to her husband, and then Ward sat down next to his wife. The waiter appeared again and took drink orders for Ward and Mary Lou, and then Diana looked at Charles and Mary Lou and asked, "So, did you two get acquainted?"

Charles explained that they had chatted about how long Mary Lou and Ward had been married, which was less than 2 years so they were practically still newlyweds themselves! Charles said he had asked Mary Lou if she knew Mr. Wayne very well, and she'd said that she's only met him a few times at some parties and movie premieres, and that she'd met Diana briefly at the last movie premiere. Then Charles said that he'd asked Mary Lou if she knew anything about a relationship between Mr. Wayne and Diana, and Mary Lou had said she didn't know anything other than that they knew each other and she had seen them talking at that last premiere. 

Diana smiled kindly at Mary Lou and said, "Well, of course she wouldn't know anything about that—the big man wouldn't have told anyone about our relationship! I made him promise not to because the last thing I wanted was to be exposed to public scrutiny by having a relationship with someone as famous as him—and you should know why, Charles! If you won't take my word for it, then I don't know how else to convince you! But, I assure you, Ward and Mary Lou have no idea what happened between the big man and me, so it'll do you no good to question them."

Ward piped up then with a look of curiosity on his face, "What's this about a relationship between you and the Duke, Diana? When did this happen? Duke never mentioned anything like that!"

Diana looked embarrassed and said, "That's good to know, Ward, since, as I said, I made him promise NOT to tell anyone! Now, can we please drop this? It's past history and I would like to get on with our new life together...please, Charles?" as she took his hand and looked pleadingly at him. Charles smiled softly at her as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers and said OK. Just then, the waiter appeared with Ward and Mary Lou's drinks. 

Charles had confirmation now that she was acquainted with Wayne and at least one of his friends and colleagues, who knew nothing about her having an affair with "the big man." He was still quite certain that her encounters with John Wayne were dreams and fantasies that she had created to build her self-esteem and confidence so she would be able to believe she deserved to find someone to love her, and whom she could love as much as she loved "the big man."

Diana told Charles that Ward had asked her when and how she and Charles had met and that she'd brought him back to the table so they could tell Ward and Mary Lou the whole story! Ward and Mary Lou looked flabbergasted when Diana asked Ward what time it was and he told her it was almost 9:00, and she said that she and Charles had known each other for about 24 hours! Charles jumped in to say that he'd been studying her for a couple hours before they met to figure out if she was the type of woman he'd been looking for, and he'd definitely decided she was.

Ward asked him how he was able to figure that out just by studying her for a couple hours, so Charles told them about his job with the FBI and Ward was somewhat impressed, though confused as to how a man with his background in studying human behavior couldn't tell that Diana was telling the truth about her relationship with the Duke. He figured that maybe it was because Charles didn't WANT to believe it. As Diana had said—what man in his right mind would want to believe that his wife was in love with a big movie star who also loved her and with whom she'd had a brief but torrid affair, but they didn't marry because they knew it wouldn't work! That could only mean one thing; the relationship had blossomed out of a powerful mutual attraction and that the sex must have been incredible—much like what Charles' relationship with her must be thus far!

Ward sympathized with Charles' position in this matter—Charles needed to do whatever was necessary for him to be able to build a more intimate relationship with Diana, even if that meant not believing everything she told him as being the absolute truth. Ward could see that Charles loved Diana very much, and Diana had said that she loved Charles as much as she did the Duke, but, to Ward, that remained to be seen; he watched them closely as they continued their story. 

When they told Ward and Mary Lou that they had acted out that scene from "The Quiet Man" between Sean and Mary Kate when she slapped him for kissing her because Charles had done the same thing when he first approached Diana, Ward laughed and said in his best Father Lonergan brogue, "Sha! Sure'n doesn't this lass have a temper just like a redhead?!! At least now if she throws a punch at ya, as her husband yer entitled to hit 'er back!" Then he sobered and in his normal, gruff voice said, "But you don't want to make her that mad! She can throw a punch like a man!" Charles rubbed his right upper arm and told Ward he already knew that, and Ward burst out laughing!

Diana broke in with her Mary Kate imitation and said, "I am sorry. I have a fearful temper. You might as well know about it now instead of finding out about it later! We Richards are a fighting people!"

Then Charles replied, "I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do to you...Mrs. Richards!" as they stared at each other with their eyes smoldering.

Ward saw the looks passing between them; they were the same looks he'd seen Diana share with the Duke, and he knew—Diana was in love with Charles and it looked as though she desired him every bit as much as she had Duke. Ward didn't think the Duke would want to know that, so he decided he wasn't going to tell him; he would just tell Duke that Diana had chosen a decent man who loved her and would treat her well. Ward wondered how the Duke would take it if he told him that Charles and Diana were drawn to each other in part because of their mutual admiration for the Duke and his movies? He'd see how Duke reacted to the news that she'd married first and then decide whether to tell him that.

When Diana told Ward that it was her idea to come to Vegas and get married because Charles had told her he wasn't going to have sex with her until she was his wife, Ward busted out laughing again and almost slipped and said something about how it hadn't taken her long to get the Duke to have sex with her, either! Then she told them about how Charles had arranged to have the FBI plane fly them here last night, and how excited she had been to fly for the first time and join the Mile High club!

Ward choked on his sip of whiskey, and just stared at the straight look on Diana's face as he coughed and tried to figure out if she meant what he thought she meant! Ward glanced at Charles and saw that Charles looked like he couldn't decide whether to laugh at how Ward had reacted or be embarrassed that Diana had said that. Ward looked at Diana again and said, "Are you talking about the same Mile High club I've heard about?"

Diana asked with a straight face, "Is there another Mile High club? What have you heard about it?"

Ward leaned closer to her and said, "The one I've heard about is that, in order to join the club, you have to have sex in an airplane over a mile off the ground...are we talking about the same club?" Diana just grinned and said yep! Then Ward frowned and looked at Charles and said, "I thought you told this little girl that you wouldn't have sex with her until she was your wife! Not much of one for sticking to your word, are you son?"

Charles leaned back in his chair and looked Ward straight in the eyes and folded his arms on his chest; his eyes narrowed as he stared seriously at Ward and said slowly and deliberately, "Look at her. Does she look like the type of woman that ANY man could refuse when she wants him badly? Besides, we were on our way to get married and what man would refuse an opportunity to do something like joining the Mile High club—especially with a woman like Diana? It's a memory we'll never forget and something she's never experienced with ANY other man...I may seem naïve, but I'm not stupid or crazy, and I wasn't about to disappoint her—because I love her!"

Ward realized that Charles was not totally discounting the possibility that Diana had actually had an affair with the Duke—he was choosing to believe what he needed to for his own peace of mind. Ward smiled at Charles as he nodded his head and said, "I can see that. I can also see that you definitely are not stupid or crazy, either. You were smart enough not to let this little girl get away! Duke and I both have thought since the moment we met her that she deserved to find a man who would love her for the wonderful woman she is—I'm glad to see that she has. I'll tell Duke she's finally happily married to a decent man who's going to treat her well." Ward stood up and held his hand toward Charles in a friendly gesture, and Charles stood and shook his hand firmly.

When they sat back down, Mary Lou said that she had always wanted to believe in love at first sight and it was wonderful to see it had happened for them and asked them how they knew. Charles and Diana glanced at each other and then back at Mary Lou and Ward and Charles told them that he and Diana had been looking for each other since they were 13 years old.

Then he told them the story of how they'd spotted each other at a small town carnival in Virginia in 1939 and had looked at each other for only about 10 seconds before they were separated by the crowd. Neither one of them lived in that town—Diana had been there on a family vacation and Charles had been visiting his grandparents. But for years, both of them remembered that moment and looked for each other every time they went back to that area, to no avail. Mary Lou asked them how they'd figured that out so quickly, and Diana told her that it was because the memory had started coming back to her the moment she saw Charles smile.

She told Charles to smile and show Mary Lou the dimple in his cheek, which he did, and she said the memory of him at 13 years old smiling at her with that dimple in his cheek flashed in her memory as soon as he'd smiled at her in the pub. Then Charles told Mary Lou that Diana at 13 years old had always lingered in his memory as his "dream girl"—sunlit golden hair and sparkling gray blue eyes almost the same color as his, in a bright yellow dress with flowers on it and curves on her body in all the right places.

Charles explained that he had casually asked Diana where she used to go fishing when she told him she had grown up in Virginia and used to fish a lot. When she mentioned that she'd done most of it around the Rappahannock River because her parents used to take her to a friend's property in that area, Charles kept questioning her because his grandparents' property had been in that area as well. One thing led to another and the next thing he knew, Diana was telling him about a boy she'd spotted at a carnival one time who'd looked at her with more interest than she'd ever seen from a boy and never saw again while she was a teenager. And then Diana said that she knew it was Charles when he started describing exactly what she'd been wearing.

Ward and Mary Lou looked at them in surprise; then Ward said, "Kind of makes you believe in something like destiny or fate, doesn't it? Isn't it amazing that even after all those years and 3,000 miles...it's just kind of a shame that it took 17 years for you guys to find each other again. Why do you suppose that is?"

Charles explained it to Ward the same way he'd explained it to Diana when she'd questioned God's plan; that he and Diana had to experience the trials and pain they've suffered in their lives in order to truly appreciate what they have now. Charles and Diana looked at each other and smiled softly, and Charles saw Diana almost start to tear up, but she blinked her eyes a few times and took a deep breath and then smiled brightly and told her handsome, sexy new husband that it was time he took her on the dance floor. Charles grinned at her and said, "Well, I'd love to dance with you, pretty lady, but if I try to TAKE you on the dance floor, we'll get arrested!"

Ward barked a loud laugh and said, "I like the way you think, Charles! It looks like the little girl is going to have her hands full and have to watch what she says to you!"

Charles helped Diana stand up and then he moved behind her as he grinned wolfishly at Ward and said, "That goes both ways, Ward. She's quite a handful, too...and, according to her own admission, she's two handfuls!" as he ran his hands from her waist up to briefly cup the undersides of her breasts.

Ward busted out laughing, bending toward Charles to slap his hand on Charles' shoulder and said through his laughter, "Oh, God, Charles! You're a man after my own heart! You obviously know how to appreciate a sexy woman...I don't suppose you like to go to bars, get drunk and start fights just for fun?"

Charles chuckled and said, "Well, now...I've sometimes thought that would be a great way to get rid of my pent up frustration and anger in the past. But, the FBI tends to frown on that sort of behavior, and I'd kind of like to keep my job for a little while longer! Besides, I've got a much better way to relieve my frustration and anger now...don't you think?" he asked Ward as he crooked his eyebrow at him and grinned wolfishly again as he ran his hands firmly up and down the sides of Diana's body.




Charles and Diana Ch. 09



Ward grinned back at Charles just as wolfishly as he saw the look on Diana's face; her eyelids were drooping as flames of desire roared in them. Then he noticed her chest was heaving slightly as she breathed heavily from excitement, and the outlines of her hard nipples were clearly visible poking forward through the material of her gown. Ward warned Charles, "You better be careful...I think you're starting something that's making her frustrated and angry!"

Diana was having a hard time controlling herself; she knew Charles and Ward were talking about her and treating her as nothing more than a sex object at the moment—but she almost didn't care! In fact, it was turning her on faster than she wanted to admit! But, her lust-clouded brain once again reminded her that they were in a very public place and she had to maintain some sense of dignity...somehow! She spun away from Charles and turned around to face both of them, her eyes blazing with desire and anger as she looked back and forth between the two of them and let them have it!

"That's about enough out of both of you! I am not going to let you continue to manhandle me like that...no matter how much I like it! We are in a very public place and I must ask both of you to treat me with a little more respect! Shame on you, Ward, for ogling me the way you've been doing right in front of your own wife! How do you think that makes her feel? And you, Charles; you have the ability to make me forget where I am and how I should behave when you touch me that intimately. You may not have realized that until this moment, so I'll forgive you this time—but don't let it happen again, unless I ask you to do it...do you understand?"

Ward and Charles looked surprised at first, and then sheepish as they realized she was right. Charles nodded his head and said "yes dear" on her last question, and Ward looked at Mary Lou and said he was sorry for acting like such a cad. Diana chuckled quietly when she heard Mary Lou tell Ward that he wasn't going to like how much this little faux pas was going to cost him. Then Mary Lou showed Diana the many diamond rings on her fingers and told Diana she had that many more at home—she was either going break Ward of his uncouth behavior in public or she was going to break his bank account in jewelry! They all laughed together as the mood lightened again. 

Then Ward finally noticed the sparkling diamonds that Diana was wearing and he looked at Charles and said, "Boy, does the FBI really pay you guys that well? Maybe I got into the wrong business!" Charles snorted a laugh and told him that, no, the FBI did not pay THAT well—they were on loan from the jewelry store in the lobby because Diana was performing this evening. Mary Lou commented that those diamonds would make up for the next 10 years of Ward's social blunders, and they all laughed again.

Then they all headed onto the crowded dance floor and stayed next to each other as they chatted back and forth and swayed and stepped to the lively music. When a slower song started, Diana melted against Charles and laid her head on his right shoulder with her face turned toward his. His right arm at her waist was bent upward from his elbow so that his hand was on the middle of her bare back—just like the big man had held her when they'd danced just over 2 years ago. Only Charles was lightly stroking her skin with his fingers, sending tingles all up and down her spine.

Diana lifted her head to look up at Charles, and then put her right cheek against his right jaw as he bent his head down slightly and she spoke quietly near his ear; "Do you have any idea just how easily you turn me on? Your fingers lightly stroking the skin on my back is making my spine tingle and my knees feel weak. My breasts rubbing against your hard chest through the silky material of my gown is keeping my nipples rock hard, and my panties are already half-soaked! I still have almost a half an hour before I have to perform and my desire for you is making me feel so distracted—I need you again so badly! I need to feel your big, hard cock inside me!" she whispered desperately as she ground her hips against his as discreetly as she could while they danced.

Charles groaned softly; his dick had been hard since he and Ward had teased Diana about how sexy she is. Even when she'd gotten angry and chastised them for treating her like that in public, she still looked so damn sexy and his dick had only throbbed in response. When the slow song they had been swaying to stopped, the next number that started sounded like a Tango. Charles remembered that Diana had said she enjoyed dancing, he hoped she knew how to Tango! So he forcefully wrapped his right arm around Diana's waist, grabbed her right hand and lifted his left arm to shoulder height in a locked position, and snapped his head to look at her passionately.

Diana stared wide-eyed at him for a few seconds; he knew how to Tango?!! She snapped her head sideways away from him and leaned back as she placed her left arm around his right shoulder; then she dragged her right foot backward around in a circle and back to the starting position again and snapped her head back around to stare just as passionately at him. She followed him as he led her through a few basic Tango walks, promenades and fan steps so they could gauge how well each of them knew the dance. The fourth time he paused, Diana threw in a few twisting kickback steps in front of him as she stared at him hotly.

Charles crooked one of his eyebrows and grabbed her tightly again and walked her through a quick circling pattern, then released her to his left side as she made a couple spins and he grabbed her right hand when she put it out on the last spin to stop her momentum, and pulled her back to do another couple spins toward him again. When he stopped her right in front of him, he lunged sideways on his left leg as Diana swung her right leg out and wrapped it over his left thigh with their crotches pressed close together and her left leg stretched alongside his right leg. He held them in that position for a moment as they stared heatedly at each other.

Then he returned them to the starting position and they began again, letting the rhythm of the music and their passion for each other take over, as their moves got bolder and more intimate. They didn't even realize that half of the dance floor/stage area had cleared as the other dancers moved back to give them room and just watched their, almost erotic, performance. Their eyes burned at each other as they moved, especially when they stalked in a tight circle around each other, staring over their right shoulders with the fingers of their right hands touching each other's left cheeks. Diana only looked away from him during spins or dips, and when she paused near the end of the song to drag her body and hands down the right side of his body, as she squatted on her left leg stretching her right leg out behind her turned sideways as she lowered; she unconsciously let her right hand drag over his crotch and then stopped, clinging to his right upper thigh, frowning passionately with her eyes closed.

Charles reached down and grasped her upper arms and pulled her back up again, only to dip her backward as he lunged forward and to the right on his right leg, his right arm supporting her lower back. His left hand ran down the right side of her body, raking over her breast, all the way down her right leg and back up under the split in the front of her dress to grasp her right thigh and lift her bent leg alongside his left hip, exposing her entire leg from the top of her shapely thigh to her pointed toes in the strappy gold high-heeled shoe. They hit the last beats of the song by Charles leaning down suddenly to plant his face on her breasts as Diana grasped his head with her hands and just let her head fall completely backward. They paused in that position for a few moments as they breathed heavily while loud applause, whistles and cheers went up all around them. 

Charles stood them up again as they glanced embarrassedly around at the crowd when they finally realized they had forgotten they weren't alone; they had practically had sex right there on the dance floor! They started to smile as they took a few bows, also realizing that they didn't feel quite as horny as they did when they started the dance, so in a way, they had just made passionate love in front of all those people without having to remove their clothes! They finally discovered that the Tango really was a dance of passion! Then he slowly led her from the dance floor as the band started another song, a livelier tune more suited to something like the jitterbug... they'd had plenty of exercise for the moment!

When they got back to their table and sat down, Ward and Mary Lou joined them and Ward raised his eyebrows at them and said jokingly, "Do you two need a cigarette now?"

Charles and Diana glanced at each other and grinned as they chuckled together, and Charles said no—he didn't smoke—and Diana also refused, saying she had to sing soon and that too much smoke affected her vocal chords. Ward was about to pull a cigarette out for himself but he told Diana he would hold off until after her performance, and she thanked him for that. Then Mary Lou asked them how they learned to Tango so well.

Almost at the exact same time, Charles and Diana said, "Arthur Murray." They looked at each other in surprise and all of them busted out laughing! Then Diana explained that she had always loved dancing and had started taking lessons as soon as she moved to L.A. Charles said that he'd only started learning after his divorce so that he'd feel more confident about approaching women to ask for dates.

Mary Lou looked at him incredulously and said, "A handsome, sexy man like you didn't feel confident enough to approach women?" So Charles explained to her about the fact that he'd only been with one other woman before—his ex-wife, who'd cheated on him—so, he just didn't have that much experience with women.

Diana looked at Mary Lou and said, "I'm the first woman he's had sex with since his divorce! That's why I had to drag his ass here to Vegas to marry me because I wasn't about to let him get away! And don't let his shy routine fool you...he may be inexperienced, but his instincts when it comes to pleasing me are right on target! Not to mention the fact that he's..." Diana stopped herself; she was about to tell Mary Lou that Charles had a nice, big cock, when she realized that now she was treating him like a sex object! She looked at Charles and smiled softly and finished her statement, "...a wonderful man and a very loving husband."

Charles had been about to stop Diana, not knowing what she was going to say, especially after what she'd told her girlfriend on the phone earlier that day, when she stopped herself and looked at him. When she said he was a wonderful man and a very loving husband, his chest tightened as his heart nearly burst with love for her. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers, then bent her hand up and turned her palm toward his lips and placed a lingering kiss there and lightly stroked it with the tip of his tongue as he stared at her.

Just then, the bandleader announced that the band was taking a short break and that the floor needed to be cleared for the next set for their guest performer. At the same moment, the nightclub manager appeared at their table to remind Diana that her performance was scheduled to start in just 10 minutes. Diana asked Mary Lou to accompany her to the ladies' room for a few minutes so she could check her appearance and refresh her make-up and straighten her hair as necessary. When they got to the restroom, Diana realized she also needed to use the toilet very badly, and she was glad it hit her then rather than waiting until she was onstage. So, she took a few minutes to take care of nature's call first, washed her hands and then sat at one of vanities to refresh her make-up and then smoothed and fluffed her hair.

She and Mary Lou returned to their table with just a couple minutes to spare. Diana looked at Charles and told him that she was doing 4 songs, and that on her last song, she was going to hold her arms out to him near the end of the song and she wanted him to come join her when she did that. He tried to say no at first, but she looked at him pleadingly and said, "Please...just for me?" Charles relented and said OK with a sigh, so she looked at him seriously and said, "You promise?" Charles smiled softly and said he promised.

Diana was starting to feel the little butterflies in her stomach that she always got just before she went onstage, so she sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and took a few deep, slow breaths to help calm her nerves. She was especially nervous tonight because Charles had never heard her sing before and she hoped her nerves weren't going to adversely affect her vocal chords or her performance. As she sat there with her eyes closed, she suddenly heard John Wayne—the big man's voice in her head—telling her how beautiful her voice was and how talented she was; and then she heard Charles' voice in her ear saying, "I believe in you, pretty lady. I haven't even heard you sing yet, but I believe in you."

She opened her eyes and smiled at Charles just as the bandleader went to the microphone to introduce her. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest appearance this evening by a lovely lady who makes regular appearances at one of the most popular nightclubs in L.A. She is here on her honeymoon this weekend and graciously agreed to do a few songs for us this evening. So, without further ado, please welcome the beautiful and talented new bride, Diana Maitland Richards!"



Charles and Diana Ch. 10



Charles Richards stood up to help his beautiful new bride, Diana Maitland Richards, stand so she could walk down to the stage area of the nightclub in The Riviera Resort in Las Vegas, where they were staying on their honeymoon. Diana had agreed, as a favor to the concierge of the resort hotel, to perform a few songs that evening in return for a free dinner and their hotel suite for the weekend. As the crowd clapped and cheered loudly, Diana made her way onto the stage and over to the microphone and greeted the bandleader, who kissed her hand before he went back to his podium.

When the crowd finally quieted, Diana began her introduction to the first song: "Good evening, and thank you for that enthusiastic welcome! Some of you may notice that the dress I'm wearing looks similar to a fashion worn by the incomparable Miss Marilyn Monroe in the movie "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." Well, my first number this evening is a song from that movie, even though this wasn't the dress she wore for that particular scene; however, I am wearing the appropriate accessories! These lovely jewels are Harry Winston originals that the jewelry store in the lobby was kind enough to loan to me for the evening, so they are still available for sale if any of you men out there need a really good way to apologize to your wife!" She paused, grinning, and looked at her friends, Ward Bond and his wife Mary Lou, seated with her husband at their table as the room erupted in laughter.

As it quieted again, she continued; "So, I guess you know the song I'm referring to is 'Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend.' While I would never dare compare myself to the wonderful Miss Monroe, I learned this entire routine at the same time she did as I work for one of the producers of that movie and I spent a lot of time on the set and got to know Miss Monroe quite well. She is a truly lovely person and, I believe, one of the most underrated actresses in Hollywood; so Marilyn, if you hear about me attempting this poor imitation of you, please don't think too unkindly of me! Hit it boys!" she exclaimed as she turned toward the band.

When she started to sing the intro to the song, Charles's eyes widened as he realized she sounded almost just like Marilyn Monroe! As she got into the song and started moving and doing the same gestures as Marilyn had done, Charles started to see just how talented she was and he wondered again what had stopped her from going into show business? The more he watched her, the more astounded he was at just how beautiful and sexy she looked from her facial expressions as she sang, did some simple dance movements, and gestured animatedly with her hands and arms.

When Diana got to the last verse of the song, she was surprised when some of the band members provided a little back-up vocals. When she sang the last lines of the last verse, "But bent back or bent knees, You stand straight at...Tiffany's!" the band members provided the, "ooooooo," that came right after that. Diana paused for a second and said, "Thanks, fellas!" then launched into the final lines as the band members provided the rest of the back-up vocals:

Diamonds! (Diamonds!) Diamonds! (Diamonds!) I don't mean rhinestones... But, Diamonds...are a girl's best... Best Friend!

As the final trumpet fanfare played, the room erupted into thunderous applause, cheers and whistles! Charles, Ward and Mary Lou were all on their feet cheering and clapping loudly, and Charles made several loud whistles with his fingers. It took about a minute before the crowd finally started to quiet again as Diana bowed and said, "Thank you," a few times.

When it was quiet again, Diana introduced her next song: "This next tune is a bit more subdued than my opening number. It's a lovely romantic melody with a soft jazz influence, written by Cole Porter originally for a musical play and then later featured in a film in 1934 based on the musical called 'The Gay Divorcee.' It has been recorded by many different artists; most notably by the inimitable Ella Fitzgerald and the ever-popular Mr. Frank Sinatra. It's a song about the kind of love that everyone wants to feel that makes them think about, dream of and long to be near their beloved day and night...'Night and Day!'"

As Diana sang the song, she looked most often toward Charles but also worked the room until she sang the last verse of the song for the second time, which she sang entirely to Charles:

Night and day, under the hide of me There's oh, such a hungry yearning burning inside of me! And this torment won't be through Until you let me spend my life making love to you... Day and night, Night and day!

Charles stared at her through that whole last verse with a look of hungry yearning burning in his eyes, which Diana mirrored in her eyes, and it caused the passion and power in her voice start to rise in intensity. The bandleader directed the band to follow with musical intensity and then he instinctively paused the music when she ended the note after singing the words, "making love to you..." Then the band began again softly as she finished the last lines passionately subdued.

When the room exploded into loud applause and cheers again, Diana bowed a couple times and then turned to direct applause toward the bandleader and the band, as she knew that last musical passage was not normally played that way with that arrangement—the bandleader had followed her and matched the music to her emotions. The bandleader blew her a kiss, as he knew most other singers didn't usually acknowledge the band until the end of their performance, but she knew what had happened and she was immediately expressing her gratitude to them. The bandleader made a mental note to pay attention to her voice and follow whatever she did on her last two songs.

Diana began the intro to her next song as soon as it was quiet again. "This next song is another wonderful love song that has been made popular performed with a sultry jazz inflection by a very talented singer, Miss Etta James. I can certainly identify with this song now, as I know I have finally found my true love...'At Last!'"

The slowness and the soft, jazzy influence made Diana keep her eyes closed during most of the song as she felt each note and word of the lyrics pour from her heart and soul. At the last verse of the song, Diana suddenly realized how much the verse described her and Charles, so she stared at him as she sang the lines:

Ohhh, You smiled, and then the spell was cast And here we are in heaven For you are mine at last!

Charles smiled softly at her when she sang the first line of that last verse, as he realized she was thinking about him at 13 years old again and the fact that they had retained those memories all these years. He saw tears come into her eyes as she sang about them being in heaven, and he saw her tears well as she sang to him that he was hers...at last! His eyes misted as he, too, thought what a miracle it was that they'd finally found each other after 17 years! When Charles stood to applaud with everyone else, he paused as he kissed his right fingertips and then held his hand toward her, sending her a kiss as she smiled softly at him and carefully wiped tears from the corners of her eyes.

Diana bowed a couple times to the crowd and thanked them again and waited until it was quiet enough to introduce her last song and dedicate it to Charles. She began; "I know it seems the last couple songs I have been singing to my new husband, Charles Richards...right over there... wave to everyone, my sexy man!" Charles chuckled and looked around, embarrassed, as he put his right hand up and waved shyly. Then she started again; "I honestly didn't realize when I picked those last 2 songs how much they applied to my feelings for and my relationship with my new husband—I picked them just because I know them well from my act in L.A.! I'd never really paid that much attention to the lyrics before—terrible thing for a singer to admit, huh?"

She paused for a few seconds as a ripple of laughter floated through the room, then she continued, "Now, this last song I picked specifically to dedicate to my new husband because it seems to perfectly describe what happened between us just last night...when we met, fell in love, flew here and got married! Charles and I have known each other for just over 24 hours now, but we've been searching for each other for 17 years...and I just knew somehow that he would find me again...'Some Enchanted Evening!'" 

Some enchanted evening You may see a stranger, You may see a stranger Across a crowded room And somehow you know, You know even then That somewhere you'll see her Again and again.

Some enchanted evening Someone may be laughin', You may hear her laughin' Across a crowded room And night after night, As strange as it seems The sound of her laughter Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it? Who can tell you why? Fools give you reasons, Wise men never try.

Some enchanted evening When you find your true love, When you feel her call you Across a crowded room, Then fly to her side, And make her your own Or all through your life you May dream all alone.

As she ended that last line, Diana held her arms toward Charles, and he got up and came to her on the stage and took her hands as she turned sideways to face him at the microphone. Then she finished the last lines staring into his eyes.

Once you have found her, Never let her go. Once you have found her, Never let her go! 

As soon as Diana finished the last note, Charles released her hands and wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her against him and kissed her passionately...right there in front of everyone. The whole crowd exploded into loud cheers, applause and whistles as the band loudly played the ending fanfare of the song—it was almost like they'd been watching part of a live performance of "South Pacific!"...except Nellie had sung that song to Emile instead of the other way around!

Charles and Diana continued to cling to each other and kiss passionately as the crowd wildly cheered and clapped. Finally, they realized that the cheers, whistles and applause were not fading, so they parted reluctantly, staring at each other with desperate desire and breathing heavily, then they turned to the crowd and took a couple bows together, holding hands. Then Charles backed away from Diana gesturing at her as he left the stage to return to their table while she took a few more bows and then indicated to the bandleader and the band again.

The applause was still not diminishing, and Diana started to get embarrassed as she realized everyone was on their feet, including the band—she was getting a full standing ovation! Tears came into her eyes, so she threw a few kisses toward the crowd and the band, put her arm up and waved, and then walked off the stage area to where Charles was waiting for her.

Finally, the applause and cheers began to fade as Diana reached their table and threw herself against Charles as she burst out sobbing, overcome from the emotions she'd been pouring into the songs and the overwhelming appreciation displayed by the audience. Charles just held her and rocked her gently as she sobbed; he glanced at Ward with a frown and a questioning look on his face, not quite understanding why she was crying.

Ward leaned toward him and said, "It's nothing to worry about; performing can be a very emotional experience sometimes, especially when you're pouring out your true feelings in front of a crowd of strangers. And when you get this much of a response from the audience, it's hard for it to not affect you very deeply. She'll be fine in a few minutes; she just needs to release all the emotions she's been holding back so that she could perform competently."

Charles nodded as he understood, and held Diana a little tighter as he started to caress her back and shoulders gently. He noticed that she wasn't sobbing any more, and she was starting to take deep, ragged breaths as she calmed down. Charles asked Ward to hand him a napkin from the table to give to Diana so she could dry her tears; she calmed down and dabbed at her face to get rid of most of the wetness as Charles released her from his embrace. Then Mary Lou handed her a mirrored compact so Diana could see to wipe away the traces of her tears and fix her make-up again.

As they all sat back down at their table, the nightclub manager appeared and told Diana that he'd never seen such excitement from an audience during any other performance. Then he told her that any time in the future, if she planned to visit Las Vegas, that if she would do an evening show for them, he would personally make sure that she got a free room and anything else she wanted! Diana smiled and thanked him and told him she would keep that in mind.

Ward was a little surprised to discover that most of the people who stopped at their table to tell Diana how much they'd enjoyed her performance, didn't even recognize him at all! He knew that he was a bigger star and more well known than she; but he'd started to realize that she was way more talented than he'd given her credit for. Duke had told him that she should've been a big star herself, but he hadn't really seen it...until now. He'd thought that the Duke had just been biased because he loved her; now he knew Duke was right. But Ward also realized that when Diana was in love and in the presence of her beloved, it brought out the fullest potential of her talent.

Ward also realized at that moment another reason why Duke and she could never have married—because Diana might have become a bigger star than Duke and he didn't think that Duke's ego could've handled that! Whereas Charles was as much of a REAL man as the Duke was, but he had no ego in regard to talent, so he could just be proud of and enjoy his wife's talents and success! 

Diana was a woman with many talents—her most innate one, the ability to make REAL men fall in love with her. And Ward realized it was the one talent Diana didn't even realize she possessed—which just made her that much more appealing to REAL men. Her personality had such a mixture of womanly sexiness, girlish helplessness, adventurous tom boyishness and male aggressiveness that she appealed to any real MAN who craved a real WOMAN.

Diana graciously continued to thank the many people who stopped at their table to tell her how talented she was, how beautiful her voice was and how much they had enjoyed her performance. Several men also shook Charles' hand and told him how lucky he was to have such a beautiful, talented and sexy wife; Charles just grinned, chuckled and shook his head when Diana told them it wasn't luck—he was a handsome, sexy and very talented man as well...in bed!

One of the men even went so far as to grin back and propose a toast; "Well, honey, I think just about any man would become very talented at sex with a woman like you for inspiration! You're the type of woman that makes a man want to strive to be the best that he can be; so here's to you, the lovely, sexy and talented Mrs. Charles Richards!" Charles and Ward both stood and said here, here as they drank a toast. Then Ward looked at Mary Lou and toasted her as being the woman who makes him want to strive to be the best that he can be...and they drank a toast to her as Diana just stared at Charles with love and passion in her eyes. 

Charles held his hand toward Diana and helped her stand, then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately again, then he glanced at Ward and the other man and said, "If you gentlemen, and Mary Lou, will excuse us...I need to take my beautiful, sexy new bride back upstairs for a little while and remind her just how talented I am! We may...or may not...make it back a little later!"

Ward told them that he was going to be joining a group for a private game of Texas Hold 'Em around midnight, so he'd try to see them sometime tomorrow if they didn't make it back. Diana looked at Charles and told him that was her kind of game and she'd really like to get in on it. Ward told her it was a $100 buy-in, and she looked at Charles and said she knew he had at least that much on him, so Charles pulled a hundred dollars out of his wallet and handed it to Ward and told him to get her into the game. Ward told them where to find the game in the casino and said he'd see them later.

As Charles and Diana strolled arm in arm through the lobby staring at each other, he paused a couple times to crush her against him and kiss her slowly and deeply for several moments, as other people would pass by with their eyebrows raised in either disgust or appreciation. When they got to the elevators, they were disappointed because they weren't alone for the ride up this time and they had to behave themselves...well almost. Charles was standing behind Diana at the back of the elevator and he reached down and fondled her ass, so Diana put her left hand behind her and fondled Charles' crotch.

When they got to the top floor, they exited the elevator and walked to the end of the hallway to their room with Diana's left hand clutching Charles' crotch and his right hand cupping her ass the whole way. When they stopped at the door as Charles started to unlock it, Diana told him quietly as she stroked his hard cock through the front of his pants, "When we get inside, I want you to fuck me hard and fast until we cum. Then, I'm going to suck you hard again and then I want you to take my ass! Is that OK with you?" Diana started to chuckle softly when she saw Charles fumbling trying to get the key into the lock because his hand was shaking slightly and his cock was twitching in his pants.

Diana took the key from him and smoothly unlocked the door and opened it as she said, "I guess that plan is OK with you!" She led Charles in the door by clutching his crotch again, and then she turned around and kicked the door closed with her foot. Then she backed several feet away from Charles, reached up under her gown and pulled her panties down until they fell around her ankles and then kicked them off her feet and shoes and asked him, "Where do you want me?"

Charles was breathing heavily as he realized how powerfully she could control him when she point-blank told him what she wanted from him sexually. But he remembered that he could regain control from her if he was able to tease her. As he started to unbutton and remove his jacket, loosen and undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, he said to her in his low, sexy voice, "Where do I want you, Diana? Everywhere...in bed, standing up, on the bar, on the couch, in the shower, in the hallway, in the elevator, in the lobby, on the dance floor, on stage, in a plane, in my car...wherever we are! So for now, I guess right here will have to do!"

He had finished unbuttoning his shirt, so he walked up to her, gathered up the back of her dress to uncover her ass and lift her dress around her hips, lifted her up by her ass cheeks and thighs and walked her over to the bar and sat her on the edge of it. Then he backed away just far enough to unbuckle his belt, undo his pants and push them and his boxers down until his hard dick sprang free, placed the head at her wet slit and rubbed the tip up and down her pussy lips a few times to tease her. Then he grinned sexily and said, "Where do you want me?"

Diana was breathing heavily as well and moaned softly when he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her a few times. When he teasingly asked her where she wanted him, she gasped in frustration and wrapped her legs around his ass, lining his cock up with her pussy and jerked his hips forward with her legs, burying his cock inside her as she groaned, "Right here!" She paused for a moment as her back arched in pleasure from that initial entry, then she looked at him with her eyes burning and said, "Stop being such a teasing prick and fuck me hard like I told you to!"




Charles and Diana Ch. 10



Charles crooked one of his eyebrows at her and said, "You think I'm being a teasing prick? Oh, I can do much better than that! Just watch..." With that, Charles braced his hands on the front of the bar, slowly backed his hips away from her and just started making short, slow thrusts half-way in and out of her pussy—not pulling out far enough so the head would brush her inner labia and the tip would rub her clit nor thrusting far enough in to stimulate that spot deep inside her. Diana was trying as hard as she could to use her legs to pull him deeper inside her, but his back, ass and thigh muscles were way stronger than hers and he was able to push against her harder than she could pull with her legs.

Finally, Diana got so frustrated with him, that she just dropped her arms and legs from around him and yelled, "Ohhhh, FUCK YOU, Mr. Richards!" with her eyes blazing as she breathed raggedly. Charles just loved pissing her off by frustrating her because she looked so damned sexy with her chest heaving and her eyes blazing in anger...it fueled his desire for her even further!

At that, Charles grasped her thighs raising them slightly so he could get even deeper into her, plunged his dick into her as hard as he could with a loud grunt, and then growled at her with his eyes blazing, "No...FUCK YOU, Mrs. Richards!" Then he proceeded to fuck her as hard, fast and deep as he could while she wrapped herself around him, both of them grunting and groaning loudly until they both came a few minutes later. As soon as they recovered from their orgasms, they noticed that they were both sweating slightly from their exertion.

They were able to grab a few napkins on the bar to stop any drips when they separated; Charles had to nudge his shoes off his feet so he could step out of his pants and shorts that were now down around his ankles, and then he pulled his socks off. He bent down and picked up his pants right away so they wouldn't get wrinkled and went to lay them folded sideways next to his jacket on the back of the loveseat, then removed his shirt and tie and lay them with his jacket. Then Charles helped Diana down from the bar and with removing her dress before they went into the bathroom to clean up a little more.

As they watched each other in the mirror while they cleaned themselves, Charles asked Diana if she was really ready for him to take her ass; she smiled and nodded, and then Charles tried to make it clearer what he was really asking her. "I know you WANT me to fuck your ass...what I'm trying to ask you is, are you...ready...you know...is the way clear?"

Then realization struck Diana, as she understood he was asking her if she'd been to the bathroom recently so she would be comfortable and he wouldn't encounter anything unpleasant! Diana smiled again and assured him that she had just "cleared the way" about an hour ago, just before she'd gone onstage. So Charles smiled with her as they thought about what a new experience this was going to be for both of them...it was like they were going to get to experience something as virgins on their honeymoon after all!

When they were through in the bathroom, Diana started to take off the diamond jewelry she was still wearing, but Charles asked her to leave it on; then she bent down to remove her shoes, but Charles stopped her again. He said huskily, "Please keep the shoes and the jewelry on; there's nothing sexier than an otherwise completely naked woman wearing sparkling diamonds and a pair of sexy, gold high-heels!" Diana smiled sexily at him, and then he bent down and scooped her up in his arms and carried her out to the bed.

He set her down in front of him beside the bed and asked her how she wanted him; he chuckled silently when she put her hand on his flaccid cock and said she wanted him hard. So he put his hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples and grinned as he asked her again through his clenched teeth how she wanted him! Diana grinned with him and then sat down on the side of the bed and grasped his hips to turn him around in front of her, putting his cock right in front of her face.

She told him to relax and spread his legs a little wider as she ran her hands up and down his muscular thighs and over his hard, shapely ass. She snorted a laugh when he planted his legs pretty wide and struck what she called a "Peter Pan" pose with his fists on his hips, flashing a wide grin at her—his dimple making a deep groove in his right cheek. Then she laughed harder when he thrust his hips toward her a few times making his cock and balls wriggle as they just dangled in the wide expanse between his thighs. Then she chuckled quietly and said, "Not that wide!" as she brought her right hand up to cup his balls, and then kept forcing her hand upward with a little more pressure until he had to bring his legs in and stand a little taller so his cock was in front of her mouth again. 

Then she ran her hands to his inner thighs and stroked him up and down, pausing to caress and massage his balls for a few seconds on each upward stroke. She watched in fascination as his cock began to lengthen and thicken slightly as she stroked and caressed his thighs and his sac. When he was about half hard, she leaned forward and began to lick up and down his shaft from tip to base, until she lifted his cock to lick the underside from his balls all the way up to the tip. She marveled at how each lick took longer as his cock grew slightly with each firm, wet stroke of her tongue. She loved listening to the sound of his deep, heavy breathing as his excitement grew at the same rate as his cock!

When he was almost fully hard, she wrapped her mouth completely around the head of his cock and sucked as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could, taking a deep breath through her nose as soon as she felt the head of his cock at the back of her mouth to help keep from gagging. Then she slowly backed her lips and tongue off his shaft, applying pressure to the underside of his cock with her tongue; Charles sucked in a breath and groaned deeply as his head fell back. By the time she completely released him from her mouth, his dick was fully erect, rock-hard and standing 8 glorious inches straight out from his body, looking like a big, juicy sausage!

Diana moaned as she stared at and softly caressed his beautiful long, hard cock with her finger tips; then she couldn't stop herself from grasping it again as she began to run her tongue all up and down his shaft and wrap her lips around the head to swirl her tongue all over it...she couldn't stop what happened next, either! She felt her excitement from looking at, touching, licking and sucking on his cock shoot between her legs as her pussy throbbed and flooded with wetness—she could even feel her clit aching to be touched! As she continued to suck on the head of his cock with her left hand grasping the base of his shaft, she reached down between her legs with her right hand and started stroking her clit.

Charles had looked down to watch her when she started licking all over his shaft again, and he held his breath as he watched her excitement grow. Then, when he saw her put her right hand down to her pussy and start rubbing her clit as she moaned loudly on the head of his cock, he released the breath he'd been holding and just took deep slow breaths as he watched her and encouraged her—his own excitement being held at bay.

He put his right hand down and gently caressed her left cheek with the backs of his fingers as she licked around the head of his dick and he said deeply, "That's it, pretty lady. Stroke yourself if you need to...you must really like sucking my cock! If it turns you on this much, you're welcome to suck on me whenever you want! But if you still want me to fuck your ass with my nice, big cock, then you'd better hurry up and cum before you make me cum in your mouth! Then you'll have to start all over again...or is that what you're hoping for! To keep sucking on my cock so you can watch me get hard again...is that what turns you on? Watching my cock get all long and hard and knowing that you did that to me with your luscious lips and tongue? Yes, pretty lady, I love the way you lick and suck on my cock..."

Suddenly, Diana released his cock from her mouth as her back arched and her head fell backward and she groaned loudly, "Oh, God, YES!" as her hips gyrated on the edge of the bed while she continued to tap her clit with her middle finger, and her left hand still tightly gripping the base of Charles' shaft.

Charles was, once again, treated to sight of her beautiful face during an orgasm; he stroked her flushed cheeks with the backs of his fingers and ran his thumbs gently over her full, parted lips, still picturing the way they look wrapped around his hard cock. He closed his eyes as he tried to calm his excitement from watching her because he wanted to fuck her ass. The pressure from her hand wrapped around the base of his dick also helped to prevent him from getting to orgasm while he watched her. 

When Diana's orgasm finally stopped, she smiled sexily up at him when she realized he was still rock-hard, as her left hand was still firmly wrapped around the base of his shaft. Charles asked her quietly if she had any idea how much it excited him and turned him on to watch her bring herself to orgasm, and that he hoped his talking to her had helped instead of distracting her. She told him with a soft moan that his talking to her had definitely given her the boost she needed to get herself off!

Then Diana asked Charles if he was ready to fuck her ass and if he knew any of the techniques to help make her ass ready to be penetrated. He told her that he'd read a book that had described all the physical "do's and don'ts" about anal sex, including the emotional and psychological implications involved in such a taboo act. He described what he considered the more intimate ways of stimulating the anal area using his fingers, lips and tongue—which he remembered she said she'd already experienced...he wondered briefly with whom? He shook his head slightly to dispel the image that tried to creep into his mind because he knew who that someone was in her mind; the big man—John Wayne.

Then he asked her what position she wanted to be in when he entered her ass for the first time, and she told him that she wanted him to take her from behind while she was on her hands and knees. He knew that meant that she must trust him, because that was one of the more vulnerable positions for her—he could hurt her if he lost control in that position, so he vowed to himself that he would remain under her control; he would not make a move unless she told him to.

He was a little disappointed because he had really hoped to be able to see her face the first time he put his dick in her ass. Then he had an idea; the dresser mirror faced the side of the bed—if they turned toward the mirror he would be able to see her face! He told her he that he wanted to do that, and she smiled and said she would like to see his face as well. So, they crawled onto the bed and Diana grabbed a few pillows to prop her head and chest on while she put her ass high in the air so Charles could crouch behind her and use his fingers and tongue to stimulate her pussy and ass until she told him she was ready.

Charles used his tongue on her pussy for a couple minutes at first, just because he wanted to taste her again. Then he dragged his tongue up to her puckered pinkish brown asshole and just took several soft, slow licks as Diana moaned deeply and told him how good that felt. He gradually made his tongue licks on her asshole firmer as he felt the flesh around it start to soften and relax; he was also using the fingers on his right hand to stroke in and out of her pussy and her moans began to get louder.

Then Charles asked Diana if she was ready for him to start penetrating her ass with his fingers, and she moaned yes, so he took his fingers that he'd been stroking in her dripping pussy and brought them up to her ass and carefully started to insert his index finger. It easily slid all the way into her ass and Diana moaned that she wanted more, so he added his middle finger and stroked both of them in and out of her several times as she moaned loudly, "Oh, YES! More...give me more!"

Charles paused for a moment trying to figure out how he was going to make his dick slick enough to put in her ass, then he thought, "Same as your fingers...put your dick in her dripping pussy and coat it with her slick juices...just don't put it back in her pussy once it's been in her ass!" He did remember that part of the "do's and don'ts!" So, Charles rose up on his knees and told Diana he was going stroke his dick in her pussy a few times to get it nice and slick for her ass, and while he did that, he continued to pump the 3 middle fingers of his right hand in and out of her, now very relaxed, ass.

Diana was about to explode from pleasure and excitement, and when she felt she couldn't stand the anticipation any longer, she braced herself on her hands staring at Charles in the mirror behind her and told him she wanted his dick up her ass...now! Charles' eyes flashed with fear and lust at the same time; he was remembering with fear how his ex-wife had screamed in pain when he'd shoved his dick in her ass, but he didn't want to cause Diana any pain! But then he realized that he'd been preparing Diana's ass and she was pretty loosened up, where his ex-wife had not expected nor been prepared for that kind of penetration.

Charles pulled his dripping, hard cock out of Diana's pussy and placed the head at her asshole and hesitated for a couple seconds as he stared at her in the mirror again. Diana's eyes flashed with lust and desire and she growled demandingly, "DO IT!" Charles gritted his teeth, grasped her hips firmly and thrust his dick all the way into her ass with a low grunt as they still stared at each other.

As soon as his dick was buried all the way up her ass, Charles and Diana both threw back their heads and half-groaned and half-growled in lust as both of their backs arched in pleasure. The initial wincing frown of pain that came over Diana's face from that sudden, deep invasion of her ass was instantly replaced by a relaxed, open-mouthed mask of pleasure as her ass became accustomed to being stretched open and penetrated so deeply. She realized that the feeling of fullness from Charles' dick in her ass reminded her of how the big man's thick cock had felt in her pussy...she was going to get the best of both worlds with Charles!

Charles' initial loud groan and growl gradually became a low, throaty moan of, "Oh, My God...!" as he felt the head of his cock resting in virgin territory deep within Diana's ass. They slowly opened their eyes as they just savored the new sensations. Then Charles flashed a look of pure lust at Diana in the mirror and asked as he groaned, "So, Mrs. Richards, do you like the way my dick feels up your ass?"

Diana slowly grinned lustfully at him and then said, "You bet your ass, I do! So, Mr. Richards, don't you want to find out how it feels to fuck my ass?"

Charles grinned wolfishly at her and replied sexily, "You bet your ass, I do!" as he slowly withdrew his dick from her ass all the way, leaving the tip poised at her soft opening, then slowly slid all the way into her ass again. They both groaned at the slow sensations of her ass being filled completely as his dick burrowed into the soft, warm tightness. It was a completely different sensation for Diana from having her pussy filled, but for Charles, her ass felt very similar to her pussy—just as soft, tight and warm, but not quite as wet.

For Charles, the excitement came more from the knowledge that he was the only man that Diana ever trusted enough to let him put his dick in her ass. Which made him wonder again—if Diana had actually had an affair with John Wayne, the big man, why hadn't she let him fuck her ass? If Diana loved him as much as she said she did, she was bound to have trusted him, so why wouldn't she have let HIM take her ass—or had she lied to Charles because she just wanted him to believe that he was the first man to have his dick in her ass?

Then a thought struck him; she's always called Wayne big man; did that endearment have more meaning to it other than the fact that he was a "big man"—a big, important movie star, and a tall and physically large man? Was he "big" in another way as well? Did he have such a huge cock that Diana was afraid to let him take her ass? He had his eyes closed and he started to frown slightly as these thoughts swirled through his mind while he was slowly thrusting in and out of Diana's ass. Then he opened his eyes when he heard her voice moan; "Hey, sexy man...what's going on in your head? Is something bothering you?"

Charles stared at her in the mirror and started to thrust harder into her ass, and he asked her slowly, "Diana...you swore to me that you'd never had any other dicks up your ass! If you were so in love with John Wayne, the big man, why didn't you let him fuck your ass?"

Diana was starting to groan from his harder thrusts as she could feel him stimulating that same spot inside her that makes her ejaculate when she orgasms; it was just a slightly different angle. She couldn't concentrate on what he was saying until she heard him say something about the big man, then her eyes flew open when she realized he was asking her why she hadn't let John Wayne fuck her ass! Oh, God...what should she tell him? Then a look of shock came over her face as Charles started slamming his dick into her ass as he tried to figure out the answer.

"Is the reason you call him 'big man' because he's got a big dick? Is it so huge that you were afraid to let him put it in your ass? Is that it, Diana? Is that why you don't want me asking any questions about what happened between you and the 'big man?' Because you don't want to tell me how big his dick is and how good he made you feel?" Charles' voice had started as a low rumble and gradually turned into a loud growl as his jealousy flared when he thought that she had probably been telling him the truth all along and this was exactly why she didn't want to give him any details.

Diana couldn't answer him; his hard thrusts deep in her ass and the jealous growl of his voice were quickly bringing her to orgasm. She was groaning loudly with each hard thrust, and she collapsed off her hands as she started to thrust her ass back against Charles; then she reached her right hand down and started rubbing her clit furiously as she felt it aching. As soon as she slid a couple fingers into her pussy, Charles said something that drove her over the edge as she screamed, her pussy throbbed and liquid squirted onto her right hand as her hips convulsed:

"Oh, God...I wish I could fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time! Would you like that, pretty lady...to have dicks fuckin' your pussy and ass at the same time? Oh, yeah...I can tell you like the thought of that! Oh, God...your ass just squeezed my dick...that feels so fuckin' good... Aaaaahhhh, yeaaahhh...!" Charles moaned, his head falling back as his dick started shooting cum into her ass. He slowed his thrusts and then finally stopped after the last pulse of his orgasm, then he grinned sexily as he thought to himself, "At last...I got to take my real dream girl's virginity...even if it was her ASS!"



Charles and Diana Ch. 11



Diana Maitland Richards collapsed onto her stomach as soon as her husband Charles moved out from behind her after fucking her ass for the first time. He sat down next to her on the edge of the bed in their honeymoon suite in The Riviera Resort in Las Vegas to her right, and she turned her head toward him but her eyes were still closed. She could feel cum leaking out of both her pussy and her ass and she asked Charles to get a towel or a washcloth and just stuff it between her legs because she didn't feel like moving at the moment.

Charles reached over and grabbed the towel they had brought out with them because they knew they would make a mess again. He stuffed one end of it between her legs at her ass and crotch and used the other end of it to wipe his own crotch off so he wasn't dripping any more. Then Charles put his left hand on Diana's hair and brushed a few strands away from the right side of her face and asked softly, "Now will you tell me why you didn't let John Wayne fuck your ass?"

Diana lifted her head and looked at him, swallowed and told him quietly that the big man "just wasn't into that sort of thing." Charles frowned as he tried to gauge whether she was telling him the truth; she was looking directly at him, but she still seemed nervous for some reason. Either it was true, and she was just embarrassed to admit that she'd offered to let the big man fuck her ass but he'd turned her down, or it was still just part of a dream or fantasy and it was the only explanation she could think to give him as to why the big man wouldn't have taken her ass.

Diana was not about to admit to Charles that he had guessed exactly why she never wanted to tell him about anything that had happened between her and the big man—because he has a huge, thick cock and both Diana and the big man had agreed that they were afraid to try and put his big dick in her ass. They had both been more than satisfied with the way his thick shaft had felt in her pussy, stretching her open and making her feel so full—the same way Charles' cock felt in her ass! She'd missed that feeling of fullness and now she knew that Charles could give her that same sensation!

Charles was about to ask Diana if he'd guessed correctly as to why she didn't want him asking about any of the details of what had happened between her and John Wayne, but he stopped himself. He really didn't want to know if John Wayne has a huge cock—that would probably be why Diana had said her weekend with the big man a couple years ago had been the most incredible experience of her life! Charles shook his head to get rid of those thoughts, and then he looked at her and asked, "Did you really like the idea of having dicks in your pussy and ass when I said I wished I could fuck them both at the same time?"

Diana was still flushed from her orgasm, but then she blushed even more as she admitted to Charles that she'd had a very naughty image pop into her mind the moment he'd said that. He asked her what that image was, but he already knew what she was going to say; he closed his eyes and pictured the same thing—John Wayne underneath Diana with her pussy impaled on him and Charles behind her with his dick in her ass! Charles started to breathe heavier from both jealousy and excitement—the image started to turn him on more than he wanted to admit!

But then he started to imagine the actual logistics involved with such a position; he would either be kneeling between John Wayne's legs or straddling them, leaning over Diana's back and staring down into John Wayne's face. Their crotches would be so close together that their balls would probably be rubbing against each other's—other than the fact that Diana would be sandwiched between them, it would almost look and feel like he was fucking John Wayne! Charles visibly shuddered as the image suddenly went from erotic to downright disgusting!

Diana saw a strange look come over Charles' face after he closed his eyes when she told him that she'd pictured herself impaled on both him and John Wayne; Charles had frowned almost passionately at first like he was enjoying the image, then he suddenly winced and frowned in disgust as he shook his upper body and made a sound like his skin was crawling. Diana asked him what happened, and when he told her what he'd imagined, she burst out laughing and started rolling on the bed telling him she was so sorry for putting an image like that in his mind!

Diana kept laughing as Charles stood up and told her he was going to start the shower, and he kept shaking his body and his head and making sounds like he was trying to get his skin to stop feeling like it was crawling as he walked toward the bathroom. Diana noticed on the clock that it was 11:35pm; she had only 25 minutes before the private Texas Hold 'Em game that Ward Bond was going to get her in on was supposed to start down in the casino. She removed the diamond jewelry and her shoes and rushed to the bathroom and got into the shower with Charles and reminded him of that. So, they washed quickly, dried themselves and dressed again.

It didn't take Diana long to dress since she only had 2 pieces of clothing; her panties and the cream-colored halter evening gown. Then she put on the strappy gold high-heels and the sparkling diamond necklace, earrings and bracelet again, brushed and combed her hair and fixed her make-up quickly while Charles put his black suit back on. When they left the room to head for the elevators, they had about 5 minutes to get down to the casino. The elevator took its time to get there and they ended up getting to the table in the back corner of the casino about 2 minutes late.

Ward Bond was arguing with a couple of the men at the table who were trying to say that, because the last player wasn't there on time, they had to forfeit their place at the table. Ward looked up as he saw Charles and Diana approaching the table and said to the men as he stood, "Here's our last player now. Gentlemen, may I introduce you to Mrs. Charles Richards." All the men at the table looked around and then stood up when they saw Diana, all of them looking at her appraisingly. Then Ward said, "Which one of you gentlemen wishes to tell Mrs. Richards that you're not going to allow her to join our game because she's two minutes late?"

Diana arched her eyebrows as she glanced at all the men at the table and said apologetically, "Oh, I do apologize for holding up the game, gentlemen. My only excuse is that I lost all track of the time while having sex with my handsome new husband here. I do hope you will forgive me and still allow me to participate...please?" as she thickened her southern accent slightly, batted her eyes slowly and smiled at them sexily so they'd think she was probably a silly little woman who'd lose her stake within the first few hands.

All of the men immediately started to say it was no problem, and that they were glad she was finally able to join them, and almost all of them offered her their chairs, but Diana moved around to the chair that Ward had been holding for her next to him. Charles went and sat with Mary Lou at a small table over to the side of the gaming table where groups of some of the other men's wives were sitting with drinks to watch the game. He felt a little uncomfortable at first, wishing he had asked Ward to get him into the game as well, but he started to relax as he watched how Diana handled herself with all those men.

The men all tried at first to treat her like she was a novice to the game, trying to explain to her how it was played and then Diana took over with her voice very business-like; "Yes, gentlemen I am very familiar with Texas Hold 'Em—it's pretty similar to Seven-card Stud. We each get 2 hole cards and we either fold or make opening bets based on those cards. Then 5 community cards are dealt up in the middle; the first 3 are called the flop, and the players still in the game can check, bet, raise, fold or bluff based on the strength of their hands at that point. Then comes the turn card; players again check, bet, raise, fold or bluff according to their hands, and the last card is the river—which can make or break you depending on luck, or whether you already had a strong enough hand or how good you've been at bluffing. Now, are you all going to keep wasting time trying to make sure I know how to play or are we going to get this game under way?"

The men all raised their eyebrows as they realized she was not a silly little woman who was going to make a fool of herself thinking she could play with "the big boys;" if they weren't careful, she'd most likely be able to distract them all so much that she wouldn't have any trouble beating them. Which started to look like the case by about 2am; out of the ten players who started the game, only Diana, Ward and two of the other men were left playing and Diana and Ward had traded back and forth at being the chip leaders during the whole game. Diana had taken out four of the men by putting them all-in and then winning the pots, and Ward had taken out the other two.

Diana had picked up on several of the men's "tells" early on so she knew when they were bluffing and when they had good hands; she was still a little unsure about Ward; he had so many different expressions to his face, that she couldn't figure out if they meant he was bluffing or not. She chuckled as she remembered that the big man had once told her that Ward had no "poker face" when it came to surprises—evidently, Ward had no poker face...period. She had no idea when he was bluffing or when his hand was strong; she simply had to try to bet based on the strength of her own hands when she bet against him and leave it up to luck as to whether she had the better hand.

It finally got down to where there were just three players left—Diana, Ward and a big man from Texas. Diana folded on a hand and the two men went up against each other. The Texan ended up winning the pot, severely cutting into Ward's chips. The next hand, Diana and Ward went up against each other, and she took the pot, substantially increasing her chip lead and almost wiping Ward out. The next hand, she folded again and the two men battled and the other man was able to take Ward out by putting him all in.

It was down to Diana and the big man from Texas, who was in his late 30's, and he'd been eyeing her hungrily all night. All of the other women had left; it was about 3:30am and they were all tired and had gone back to their rooms to go to bed. Diana started to subtly flirt with the Texan to see if she could read any of his "tells" a little better. She noticed that when he had a weak hand, he'd try to throw her off by leering at her intently and making some overtly sexual remarks to her to try to intimidate her, but she didn't back down. On this current hand, Diana was dealt pocket Kings, and when the big Texan opened with a mediocre bet, she decided to go all in since she held the chip lead.

The man looked at her intently and started to get angry that he couldn't read Diana well enough to know whether or not she was bluffing. The man looked at her, ogled her breasts and then said, "Damn, honey, your nipples have been big and hard as marbles all night! I thought a woman's nipples only got that big and hard when she was excited about something! You've been staring at me for a while—do I excite you? Want me to show your pussyfoot husband over there how to satisfy a hot woman like you?"

Diana saw Charles sit forward on his chair like he was going to get up, but Ward stopped him. She leaned back in her seat, then arched her back provocatively, thrusting her breasts forward and then dragged her hands up her body and over her breasts, stopping to cup her breasts slightly and rub her thumbs over her nipples a few times as she looked at Charles and smiled sexily. As she did that, she said, "The reason my nipples have been hard all night is because I'm anticipating my sexy husband fondling my breasts and sucking them into his mouth while he fully satisfies me with his big, long, hard cock...as soon as I win this game!" Diana saw the look on Charles' face change from anger to mostly raw desire, mixed with a little embarrassment.

Then she looked at the big Texan, who appeared flustered by her overt sexual statements and display; she stood up and leaned forward with her hands braced on the table and said sternly, "The only thing about you that excites me is the thought that I'm about to beat you at this game. Now, do you have big enough balls to call me, or would you like to borrow my husband's? And I wouldn't piss him off any more if I were you...he's an FBI agent in excellent physical condition and I'd be more than willing to bet that he could kick your ass!" Then she looked at Charles and purred, "Should I make that bet, my sexy man?"

Charles grinned at her and said sexily, "You bet your sweet ass, my pretty lady!" as he leaned back in his chair, propped his right ankle on his left knee and nonchalantly folded his arms over his chest. While he knew he would probably have his hands full if the big Texan tried to start a fight with him, Charles was relatively sure he could take the man down, especially if he was mad enough. But from the look on the Texan's face, Diana had already put the man in his place. Charles had been about to grab Diana and drag her out of the casino when she put on that very provocative display of touching her breasts and said what she did about him, but when he saw how it had flustered the big Texan, he realized Diana had done that on purpose as well.

The man had been overtly ogling her all night, but Diana had ignored him and never showed the slightest sign that she was paying any attention to the man. That was why Charles had ignored the man as well; but when Diana started to subtly flirt with the Texan when it was down to just the two of them, Charles had almost started to feel jealous until he realized Diana was doing it on purpose so she could try to read the man and figure out when he was bluffing...and it worked! 

Charles also realized that Diana was way smarter than she appeared and she knew how to use her "feminine wiles" to throw men off guard. Charles' trust in Diana had deepened significantly from watching how she's handled herself during this game. He'd decided he was going to sit back and let her do whatever she thought she needed to do to win this game...as long as she didn't try to take it too far! 

Diana's grin widened and her eyes burned at Charles when he told her to bet her sweet ass that he could kick the big Texan's ass; she knew that meant Charles was sure he could beat the man because he'd never risk letting the man anywhere near her ass! She kissed at Charles, ran her tongue along her upper lip provocatively, winked at him and then turned her attention back to the Texan. The man was staring at her breasts again, as she was leaning forward on her hands and her arms had forced her breasts closer together so that a generous amount of her cleavage was visible in the deep v-front of her gown.

She thickened her southern accent again as she said to the Texan, "You know, you're the one who's been staring at me all night—do I excite you? Have I thrown you off your game by making all the blood leave your brain to flow into your loins and make your cock hard? Have you been wishing that I would crawl across this table, flop myself in your lap, unzip your pants, whip your cock out and impale myself upon you? Have you been envisioning something like that all night?" She couldn't help but grin as the Texan's eyes got bigger with every question she asked, like everything she said was exactly what he'd been thinking and imagining!

When she paused, he was staring at her open-mouthed and with his eyes widened in shock; Diana stood up straight, put her hands on her hips cocking them provocatively to one side, and in her no-nonsense voice said, "Well, Mister, I'm sorry...but as I've already told you, I want to win this game so I can impale myself on my husband—and your holdin' us up! Now are you going to call my bet or not?"

The Texan's face reddened and he jumped up and yelled, "Hell yes, I'm callin' ya!" as he threw his hole cards up. Diana grinned again when she saw his hole cards; he had a Queen and a five off suit—not much chance he could make anything with those cards! Then he muttered, "Aw, shit!" when he saw Diana's pocket Kings. Charles and Ward got up and came over to stand by Diana when she turned up her cards. Charles looked at her and grinned widely; she'd been goading that man to call her bet and the Texan had fallen right into her trap!

When the flop came, the Texan looked a little more relieved when another Queen show up, and he looked at Diana and said, "Well, at least these ladies are trying to be kind to me!" The turn card was no help to either one of them and the river was another King, giving Diana 3 of a Kind! The Texan flopped in his chair; Diana squealed and laughed as Charles picked her up and spun her around, also laughing excitedly—she'd just won the $1,000 pot from all the players' buy-ins!

When Charles set her down, Ward hugged her and congratulated her, and the other men who'd been playing that had stayed to watch the rest of the game also came over to congratulate her. Most of them had also seen her performance in the nightclub earlier and they remarked to Charles that she was very beautiful, talented and a skilled poker player—and that if she was as aggressive in bed as she appeared to be, then Charles was, indeed, a very lucky man! Charles just grinned at them, then looked at her with his eyes flaming and said, "Yes, gentlemen...I am a very lucky man!"

Finally, the big Texan came over to her looking a little sheepish with his cowboy hat in his hands, and said, "Beggin' your pardon, ma'am, but are you from Texas, too? I couldn't help but notice your accent at times and you sure as hell play Hold 'Em like a Texan!" Diana smiled and shook her head telling him she was originally from Virginia but she'd been living in Los Angeles for a while. Then he said, "Well, my apologies for insultin' you, and I'll hafta learn not to underestimate women so much until I get to know 'em first." Diana smiled and chuckled as she told him that would be a good idea.

Then the Texan looked at Charles and asked, "Are you really an FBI agent?" Charles pulled his ID and badge out and showed it to him, then put it back in his inner pocket as the Texan said, "I'm real sorry I insulted you by ogling your wife all night and making those inappropriate remarks, but I couldn't read her at all and I was just trying to throw her off somehow! Then she ended up turning the tables on me! She seems like one hell of a woman; my hat's off to you, partner, since she's made it perfectly obvious that yer the man she wants—and she could probably have any man she wanted! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she could make someone like...John Wayne fall in love with her!" The Texan had paused and surveyed the group of men around them and spotted Ward, and he said the first big star's name that popped into his head.

Diana dropped her head into her hand, covering her eyes, and just shook her head at the irony of the man's statement. Ward did his best not to bust out laughing, and even Charles didn't know whether or not to laugh...it just seemed too coincidental to him! The Texan scanned the looks on their faces and asked them why they all looked so funny, and Diana just shook her head slowly and said, "Nothing!" The Texan congratulated her on being a very worthy opponent, shook hands with Charles, said goodnight and left the casino.

Diana collected her $1,000 in winnings from the dealer, handed the money to Charles to put in his wallet and then she, Charles and Ward all left the casino and headed toward the elevators to go to their rooms. Ward got off on one of the lower floors and told them goodnight and then chuckled as he teased them by telling them not to stay up all night screwing around! Charles and Diana just chuckled and shook their heads at him as the elevator doors closed; then they just hugged each other as the elevator climbed the rest of the way to the top floor, both of them noticing how tired they were.




Charles and Diana Ch. 11



As they went into their room, they realized it was after 4:00 in the morning—they'd been up for over 20 hours, and a lot had happened in those 20 hours! They'd had breakfast and gone shopping; Charles won over $3,000 at a Roulette table and then was propositioned by two women at the pool; Diana had been to the beauty salon, practiced for and performed a 20 minute music set in the nightclub, and then played a 4-hour game of Texas Hold 'Em and won a $1,000 pot; and in between all that, they'd fucked, made love or had some form of sex at least a dozen times—including them dancing a very hot, passionate Tango and Charles taking Diana's virgin ass! It had been one hell of a day!

They helped each other undress, hung up their clothes, and crawled tiredly into bed with Charles on his back and Diana snuggled to his right side, her head on his shoulder with his arms around her, and they fell asleep almost immediately. Neither one of them moved until about 10am when they both started to stir as they stretched and yawned tiredly. Then they both looked at each other sleepily and smiled as they changed positions slightly to turn on their sides facing each other.

Diana curled her right arm over Charles' left shoulder and her right leg over his left thigh; she caressed his back a couple times and then raked her fingernails up and down his back. Charles groaned softly as he felt her fingernails scratching him. She asked him if it felt good, and he told her that it felt terrible and if she didn't stop it in the next 30 minutes or so, he was going to get really mad. Diana chuckled softly and continued to scratch his back as he moaned softly from time to time.

Then Charles started to scratch her back with his left hand and Diana moaned softly as well, telling him that she hated it just as much as he did. They both laughed softly as they agreed that they were not offering each other any enticement to get out of bed. They just laid there, relaxing and scratching each other's backs for a while—almost falling asleep again until the phone rang. They became fully awake as they looked at each other, wondering who was calling them? It was about 10:45, so Charles rolled off the bed and went to answer the phone.

It was the concierge, wondering if they would be able to stop by his office to return the jewels that the jewelry store had loaned to Diana last night. Charles told the concierge that he could send someone to pick them up any time or they would come down in an hour or so to deliver them when they had to checkout. The concierge told him there was no big rush and they could take until about 2:00 to checkout if they needed to because there was no urgency for the room. Charles thanked him and told him they'd come by after a while.

When Charles moved back to the bed and told Diana about the phone call; she suggested he get back in bed so they could have an appetizer and then go down to one of the lobby restaurants and have brunch. Charles grinned as he threw back the sheet and lay down on the bed so that his head was at Diana's crotch and his crotch was next to her head. Diana grinned sexily back at him as she propped herself up on her left elbow and immediately grasped his semi-hard cock and leaned down to wrap her lips around him; she felt him starting to harden rapidly.

Charles groaned softly as he bent his head down to take a couple licks up and down Diana's glistening pussy as she lifted her right leg to give him better access to her moist sweetness. It was a difficult angle for him to reach, so Charles grasped her hips and pulled her over him so that her knees were straddling his shoulders. Diana had to release his cock from her mouth for a moment and roll over so that her body was over top of Charles' with her pussy directly over his face and his cock right in front of hers.

They made the most of their appetizers; Diana licked and sucked on Charles' long cock like she was a hot, hungry woman devouring a Popsicle in the middle of a desert...they were in Vegas and she definitely hungered for Charles' body! And Charles was treating her pussy much the same way—dragging his tongue firmly through her moist folds, lapping up every bit of her juices as they flowed from her pussy, moaning like he had found a lush desert flower flowing with sweet nectar in an oasis after almost dying of thirst.

Their moans and the movements of their hips let both of them know that they were getting close to orgasms. Diana's hit first, and she groaned loudly with her lips still locked around the head of Charles' cock as he sucked on her clit and stroked his fingers in and out of her throbbing pussy as she rolled her hips over his face. As her orgasm slowed, she increased the speed and pressure of her hand stroking the base of Charles' cock, and her lips and tongue rubbing and licking over the head as she sucked as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could on her downward strokes.

Charles' hips began to thrust upward slightly so she matched the rhythm of her hand and mouth to mimic thrusting against him to maximize the sensations for him. She felt his mouth leave her pussy and heard him take a deep breath; then he started to groan loudly as she felt the first pulse of his orgasm as it shot past under her hand at the base and into her mouth locked around the head of his cock. She kept stroking him firmly with every pulse and swallowing his semen as it landed on the back of her tongue, moaning with pleasure as she realized how much she was starting to crave having Charles' cock in her mouth...and in her pussy...and in her ass... Hell, she really wished she could have his cock in all those places at once!

When she made sure she'd squeezed every last drop of cum out of his shaft, Diana turned around, laid on top of Charles and they kissed deeply—each of them savoring the taste of themselves in each other's mouths. They moaned as the scent of Diana's pussy on Charles' mustache just enhanced the eroticism of the moment...and they both realized there was nothing they wouldn't do to or for each other to enhance their erotic pleasures. Diana vowed that she would do WHATEVER Charles wanted her to do to give him pleasure...no matter what!

They kissed and fondled each other for several minutes until Charles was hard again; Diana stayed on top of him and impaled herself upon him and just rocked herself to another deep orgasm like she did that first time when they joined the Mile High club. Then Charles rolled her over onto her back and fucked her deeply for several more minutes until he gave her another orgasm by grinding his hips against hers on his inward thrusts and stimulating her clit.

Then he pulled his dripping, hard cock slowly out of her wet pussy and placed the tip at her asshole and rubbed it as he stared at her with his eyes burning. Diana's eyes burned back at him as she moaned, "Yes, put your dick in my ass, but do it slowly at first...OK?"

Diana lifted her knees a little higher to put her ass at a better angle for him to enter her, and Charles positioned himself on his hands and knees so he'd have full control over how slowly he entered her ass. He pumped into her pussy a few more times just to make sure his dick was nice and slick, then he pulled out slowly, placed the tip at her asshole again and tried to push slowly into her. Her sphincter muscles still felt a little tight, so he rubbed the tip of his cock on her asshole some more until he felt her muscles relaxing, then he made a hard, short thrust forcing just the head of his shaft into her ass.

Diana gasped and hissed through her teeth at the initial slight sting of pain as he forced the head of his cock into her tight ass and she closed her eyes and winced, but it quickly went away and was replaced by a pleasurable feeling of tightness. As she relaxed her face, she heard Charles asking her if she was OK, and she opened her eyes and smiled softly at him and told him she was fine and to keep going...slowly. She closed her eyes again and began to moan as she felt Charles' long, hard cock slowly filling her ass and giving her that wonderful sensation of fullness.

When his dick was completely buried in her ass, Charles told her to open her eyes and look at him; he was staring at her with a look of raw desire and said hotly, "I love you, Diana, and I love to lick and fuck your lovely tight, wet pussy. But I crave your sweet ass—just knowing that my dick is the only one you've allowed in your ass makes me feel special—like you were saving it just for me. Was I worth the wait? Do you like the way my big, hard dick feels thrusting deep inside your sweet ass?" as he began to slowly pump in and out of her. 

Diana was moaning at the sound of his sexy voice talking so dirty to her while she reveled in the pleasure radiating all through her crotch from the sensation of his hot, hard cock slowly stroking in and out of her ass. She continued to stare at him as she groaned, "Oh, yes! You were definitely worth the wait! Oh, God...I love how your long, hard cock makes my ass feel so full. Mmmm...it feels sooo big! Oh, baby! Ooooh yes, sexy man...fuck my ass hard with your big cock!"

Diana moved her right hand to her pussy and started rubbing her clit, and Charles looked down to watch as she stroked her clit in a circular motion as his dick stroked in and out of her tight ass. He suddenly felt like he was on sensual overload and he lost control; he started slamming his cock into her ass as he loudly groaned everything he was thinking and feeling.

"OH, GOD, I LOVE YOU, DIANA...YOU'RE SO FUCKIN' HOT!!! I WISH I COULD FUCK YOU FOREVER!!! YOU'RE JUST SO GODDAMN SEXY, WOMAN...YOU CAN HAVE MY COCK WHENEVER YOU WANT IT!!! I COULD NEVER SAY NO TO YOU! AND YOU'RE MINE NOW...ALL MINE!!! AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET IT!!! AHHHHHHH FUUUUCK...!!! Charles growled as he buried his dick in her ass—it felt like he exploded when her ass clenched on him as her hips bucked and she screamed from a powerful orgasm.

Charles collapsed over top of Diana, resting on his shaky forearms, as they both breathed raggedly, and Diana managed to gasp, "Oh, my God! That was fucking incredible! Good God, sexy man, you drive me wild! I wish you could fuck me forever, too! I'll never be able to say 'no' to you, either! Ah fuck, we're gonna end up in so much trouble if we don't figure out how to control ourselves! What the hell are we gonna do?!!"

Charles lifted his head to look down at her and they both started to laugh, softly at first, as they realized how lucky they were to have such incredible sexual attraction to and compatibility with someone they loved so deeply. As their laughter increased, Diana could feel the contractions in her abdomen from her laughter pushing Charles' soft cock out of her ass and it just made her laugh harder until he slid completely out, along with a stream of cum. Then Diana laughed even harder when Charles thrust his hips toward her, slapping his dripping, softening cock against her ass cheeks and saying, "Bad girl! Bad girl! You get a spanking for pushing me out of your ass, you bad girl!"

Diana reached up and grabbed Charles' neck and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him fiercely for a few moments, and then opened her eyes as she ended the kiss softly and whispered, "God, I love you, Charles...so much!" as a few tears welled in her eyes as she realized just how lucky SHE was. She'd found a man who could stir her heart and soul and turn her on even more than John Wayne...but the big man would forever hold a special place in her heart and she'd never forget how he'd made her feel and how much he'd loved her. If he hadn't, Charles might never have found her because she would never have been looking for him.

Charles leaned down and kissed Diana passionately as he saw her deep love for him in her eyes, and he began to believe that, even if she really did have a love affair with John Wayne, she was past it. Charles also believed that she still loved Wayne, but she loved him even more now. He began to realize that if she hadn't had that encounter with the big man, she would probably have still been fantasizing about and dreaming of him and not even attempting to look for a real man because she had still been afraid of rejection. It had taken John Wayne's love and desire for her to finally make her believe that she was worthy of being loved by a decent man who would love her and desire her just the way she is.

Charles wondered if he should tell Ward Bond to thank Wayne for him...but Ward had said he didn't know anything about a relationship between Diana and Wayne. If Diana was telling the truth, it was entirely probable that Ward wouldn't know anything about the relationship because John Wayne was definitely not the type of man who would "kiss and tell." If Wayne loved Diana as much as she said he did, then he would keep his promise to her and tell no one; besides it would only have complicated his life and his new marriage if he'd told anyone that he was in love with another woman! Charles said a silent "thank you" to the big man for what he'd done for both Diana and him...just in case it was true!



Charles and Diana Ch. 12



It was after noon on Sunday now, the last day of their honeymoon in Vegas, and Charles and Diana Maitland Richards both realized they were getting very hungry...for food! They'd just spent over an hour in bed having some of the most incredibly fucking hot sex they'd ever experienced. So, they dragged themselves out of bed, showered, dressed in their casual clothes and went down to the lobby of The Riviera Resort to return the diamond jewelry that had been loaned to Diana yesterday evening to the concierge and have brunch in one of the restaurants.

While they ate, they talked about what they needed to do to get ready to leave that evening, and they both realized that they had nothing to pack their clothes in for their return trip. So, after brunch, they went to one of the shops in the lobby and bought one large suitcase to hold everything.

Then they started to chat about what to do to waste time for the rest of the afternoon after they had to check out and until they needed to leave for the airport for their flight at 6pm. They both decided that they didn't want to hang out in the casino because they didn't want to push their luck! Between Charles' luck at the Roulette table yesterday and Diana's pot from the poker game last night, they were going home with over $4,000 and they intended to hang onto it—it would certainly help them toward buying a house since they both lived in apartments!

Diana glanced out the windows on one side of the lobby and spotted the pool area and suggested they lounge out by the pool for a while and just relax. Then Charles mentioned that it was quite warm out there and they didn't have any clothes cool enough, so he suggested that they buy themselves some shorts or bathing suits to lounge in and Diana agreed. Charles found a pair of swimming shorts with a matching short-sleeved shirt, and Diana found a rather sexy black two-piece bathing suit with a matching sheer cover jacket. They each bought a pair of sandal shoes to wear around the pool, and Diana bought a hair clasp to pin her hair up on her head because she hated bathing caps—she thought they looked silly!

It was after 1:30 and they had to check out by 2:00, so they went back to their room to pack everything up, leaving their casual clothes on top to change back into when they were ready to leave. They went back down to the lobby and checked out at the main desk and paid for their extra room charges, and asked the clerk to set their suitcase behind the desk for them to pick up later when they were ready to change and leave. Then they stopped by the cashier's office and asked them to draw up a check for the amount of Charles' winnings to have ready for them to pick up later when they were leaving.

Before they went out to the pool area, Diana stopped into the general merchandise store in the lobby to buy a bottle of suntan lotion, knowing that she had a tendency to burn easily if she didn't use lotion and she grabbed them a couple pairs of sunglasses. They headed out to the pool area, stopped by the bar and bought drinks and then found a couple lounge chairs by the pool. Diana's eyes widened when she saw two younger, very attractive women on the other side of the pool smile and wave coyly at Charles.

She looked at him with her eyebrows raised and asked him who they were and why they were waving at him. Charles looked at her and grinned sexily and said, "Oh, I came out here yesterday afternoon for about a half hour or so to kill a little time when you went to your salon appointment, and they came over and propositioned me, but I politely turned them down. I told them my lovely new bride was giving me all the sex I needed!" as he sat down on a lounge chair and ran his hand all the way up the back of her left leg to just below her ass.

Diana grinned sexily at him, sat in front of him between his legs on the lounge chair handing him the suntan lotion and asked him to put some on her back. While he did that, she asked him what he did to make those women proposition him, so he told her quietly, "I didn't do anything, I just took my jacket off and unbuttoned my shirt because I was hot, and I was just lounging and drinking a beer. They started staring at me and looking at my crotch, so to take my mind off the fact that they were watching me and making me feel uncomfortable, I started thinking about you. Well, that was a mistake because it made me get hard and that was when they came over and propositioned me because they said they like men with big cocks and they thought I'd gotten hard from looking at them!"

Diana started chuckling to hear him sound so embarrassed and yet somewhat flattered at the same time. So, that was where his new sense of his own sexiness had come from yesterday evening! Diana turned sideways on the chair before standing up, leaned over and kissed Charles for a long moment, and then stood up and stared at him as she said, "I told you how sexy you were, my love. Now do you believe me?"

He just grinned at her as he stood up in front of her and slowly removed his shirt. He watched the flames come up in her eyes and saw her take a couple deep breaths as she watched him. Then he looked to his left at the young women on the other side of the pool and saw they were staring at him lustfully, so he wrapped his arms around Diana's waist, bent his head down and said quietly in his deep, sexy voice, "Yes, my love, I believe you now," then he crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck and dug her hands into his hair.

He had just dragged his mouth from hers and was kissing down her neck to her left shoulder when they heard the sound of someone clearing their throat and then Ward Bond's voice saying, "Excuse us, but are we interrupting something here?"

Charles slowly stopped kissing her neck and shoulder after he felt her shiver, then he straightened up and turned around to say hello to Ward and Mary Lou while Diana recovered her senses. It looked like Ward and Mary Lou had also come out to lounge in the pool area, so they invited them to drag a couple chairs closer and join them, which Charles and Ward did when they accepted. They all lounged for a little while, sipping drinks and chatting about how much fun they'd had last night at the nightclub and during the poker game.

After about a half hour, Charles stood up and said that he was getting a little too hot and that he was going to take a dip and swim a few laps to cool off. He asked Diana if she wanted to go with him, but she declined saying she didn't want to wash off her suntan lotion and have to reapply it so soon. So, he bent down and kissed her quickly and headed to the deep end of the pool, dove in and started swimming an effortless crawl. Diana watched him for a minute, admiring his strong back and shoulders as he swam, smiling to herself at how gracefully sexy his movements looked.

Diana's attention was immediately dragged away from watching Charles when she heard Ward say that he'd called the Duke, John Wayne, this morning and told him that she was married. Her face snapped toward Ward as she asked him how the big man had taken the news. Ward said that he'd been shocked and had immediately started asking all kinds of questions about who the man was and what type of man he was. Ward said he told Duke what a good choice Diana had made with Charles and that he knew they were in love, and that Duke had said he was really happy for her. Ward saw Diana smile softly and sadly when he told her that...he knew she was thinking about the Duke and their special love for each other.

What Ward didn't tell Diana was that Duke had been more than just shocked—he'd nearly gone ballistic when Ward mentioned that she'd run off to Vegas and married a man she'd just met Friday night. Ward then had to tell Duke the story that she and Charles had told he and Mary Lou about how they'd spotted each other as young teenagers and had searched for each other for years afterward, only to find each other 17 years later by sheer happenstance. That was when Duke calmed down and then told Ward he knew that if Charles Richards had found Diana then, she would never have loved him and he would never have gotten to love her, and he probably owed Richards a "thank you" for that. He'd even jokingly told Ward if he saw Richards again to tell him he said that.

After Charles finished swimming several laps, he went to a corner of the pool in the shallow end and was just sitting on some steps and relaxing in the water. Diana was still watching him when she noticed the two young women who'd propositioned him get up and go sit on the edge of the pool near him and started talking to him. It just seemed like a friendly conversation, so she wasn't paying that much attention until she saw one of the women sit down on the steps next to him and got as close beside him as she could.

Diana looked at Ward and Mary Lou and said, "Excuse me, please. But I have to go take care of something." She got up, walked over to the side of the pool at the deep end directly down from Charles, took several deep breaths and dove into the water, opening her eyes as she swam underwater up to where her husband was waiting for her. When she got right in front of him, she slowly emerged out of the water, crawling up between his legs and stopped with her face right in front of his as he wrapped his arms around her and she said provocatively, "Hello, my sexy man. Have you missed me? Because I've sure missed you!" Then she dragged her hands up his shoulders to his neck as she kissed him deeply until they both moaned softly.

Then Charles looked at the two younger women to his right, one on the steps next to them and the other sitting on the ledge, both of them just openly staring at them hotly, and said sexily, "If you don't mind, ladies, I'd like to kiss and fondle my wife for a few minutes and we don't need an audience, so..."

Diana cut him off, saying, "Oh, it's alright with me if they want to stay and watch, sexy man. I won't mind proving to these ladies just how fast I can make your big cock get hard..." as she reached her right hand down between them and into his shorts to wrap her hand around his already half stiff cock. His eyes turned to flames and she grinned sexily as she felt his cock harden instantly and said, "Oh my, that didn't take long at all. Now what are we going to do? I'm so sorry, my sexy man. I didn't realize I could make it happen that fast!"

Charles just looked at her grinned as he said, "Baby, I'm always at least half hard when I'm near you and the slightest touch or look just finishes the job! But we can't do anything about it right now. Let's just swim a few laps and let me work it down so I can at least get out of the pool and not embarrass myself, OK?" as he extricated her hand from the front of his shorts.

One of the two young women said, "Honey, why would you be embarrassed to let other people see what a nice cock you've got and that it's hard for your wife? If what you said is true about always being mostly hard when you're near her, then you'd better start getting used to walking around in public with a hard-on when you're with your wife!"

Charles raised his eyebrows and then said, "Most of the time when I'm with my wife in public, I'll be wearing a suit so my jacket will hide the evidence. Right now, I'm in a pool in wet shorts that will clearly show the state I'm in and I'm not comfortable with displaying myself like that in front of everyone here...especially other men! I'm not the type of man that needs to think I'm bigger than most men and I don't care to know how big they are, either!" he said quietly as he looked pointedly at Diana. He saw her react to that statement in a way that made him realize he'd guessed correctly about John Wayne having a huge cock. 

Diana was stunned for a few seconds when he looked at her and said he didn't want to know how big any other man's cock was; she knew then that was why he hadn't pressed her to confirm that he had guessed correctly about the big man's cock—he didn't want it confirmed. Then she looked at the two young women and said, "I want to thank you, ladies, for the boost you gave to my husband's ego yesterday; I had told him how sexy he was, but he didn't believe me until you two propositioned him! And, yes, I am a very lucky woman. Now you two behave yourselves while I go get my shy, sexy husband a towel." She gave him a quick hard kiss as he released her so she could stand up.

Diana got out of the pool and walked over to a cabana where the towels were kept and grabbed a few of them and brought one back to Charles. Charles noticed that a few men's eyes followed her as she got the towels and came back, and he looked at the two young women and said, "She attracts just as much, if not more, attention from men than I do from women. I'm really starting to enjoy the feeling that I have a wife that other men would love to fuck; and I'm also really starting to enjoy showing them how hot she is for me! How could I want any other woman when I know how much she loves and wants me? That's why I'm the lucky one, ladies!" he said sincerely as he stood and took the towel that Diana was holding open for him and wrapped it around his waist.

Charles and Diana bid the two young women good afternoon and went back to their lounge chairs next to Ward and Mary Lou. As they dried off, Ward asked them who those two young, attractive women were and Diana told them about how they'd propositioned Charles yesterday, as Charles' face registered his embarrassment. Ward looked impressed, and then said jokingly, "They both wanted you...at the same time? And you said NO?!!! Boy...you must really love this little girl!" 

They all chuckled together at that, and then Charles said, "Of course I really love her! What man couldn't love a woman who knows how to beat out nine men in a game of Texas Hold 'Em and who could make John Wayne fall in love with her!"

Diana, Ward and Mary Lou stopped laughing and stared at Charles as he continued to chuckle, until Ward remembered he was one of the men she had beat out and then he exclaimed, "Hey! That wasn't funny!" They all laughed a little harder.

They sat in the sun for a little longer until Charles and Diana were mostly dry, then they all moved to the shade so they wouldn't get sun burned. As they relaxed and continued to sip on drinks, Diana asked Ward if he and the big man were currently working on any movies together, and he told her they were currently in pre-production on a film called "The Wings of Eagles" about the life of Naval aviation pioneer Frank "Spig" Wead, and that Duke was playing the lead. He said that his role was going to be that of a Hollywood director based on John Ford, who was going to direct the movie and who had been a friend of Wead.

Then Ward told her that he'd had a meeting recently with Ford and Wayne on the movie, and that Ford had asked Duke if the lovely little girl he'd introduced him to at the premiere of "The Searchers" had said anything about taking him up on his offer to get into directing or writing. Diana looked shocked and said that she was surprised that Ford remembered her, and Charles looked confused for a moment and then said, "Wait a minute. You met John Ford at the premiere and he offered to get you into directing or writing? How did that happen?"

Diana told him about her discussion with Ford on the subtleties of the movie and Wayne's character and that Ford had been impressed with how much she had picked up on, but she hadn't really thought that Ford had been serious about his offer. Ward jumped in then and told her that Ford never made offers like that unless he was serious and that he was a very hard man to impress...usually...but Diana had impressed him in less than 5 minutes! Charles looked at Ward and said, "I think she impresses most men in less than 5 minutes...hell, she impressed me the second I laid eyes on her!"

Ward didn't realize what he was saying when he muttered, "Yeah, that's just what Duke said, too." He looked nervously at Diana when Charles asked him what he meant. Then Ward said slowly as he figured out how to phrase it properly so as not to give away Diana's story to Charles that no one was supposed to know about her and the Duke; "When he...met you at the studio, he...noticed right away that you were...a very smart, efficient young woman...who didn't fall at his feet like most young female studio employees usually do!"

Charles noticed that Ward came up with a plausible answer but he'd seemed nervous and he'd had to hesitate like he was thinking about it...Charles realized that Diana had been honest about her affair with the big man, and that Ward knew something had happened between them. So, why had he played dumb and denied knowing anything about it? He figured Wayne had probably turned to his good friend Ward after it was over because, as Diana had said, he had been upset that it couldn't have been more. But since he'd promised Diana never to tell anyone, he had made Ward promise not to let on that he'd told him.

That was why Ward had looked nervously at Diana when he'd made that statement and she had looked just as nervous wondering why he'd said that since she'd said no one was supposed to know about her relationship with the big man. Diana nodded her head slowly as she frowned, like she wasn't sure how to take Ward's explanation and said, "I see," then looked at Charles with an expression of confusion and asked him if he thought it was time for them to start getting ready to leave.

Charles asked Ward what time it was since he was wearing a watch and Ward said it was about 4:30, so Charles said they should probably be ready to leave the hotel by 5:00 to get to the airport to make their 6:00 flight. It probably wouldn't take them more than 15 minutes or so to change out of their bathing suits and into their casual clothes, so they stayed and chatted with Ward and Mary Lou for a few more minutes.

When they got up to leave, Diana hugged Mary Lou and Ward and told them how great it had been to see them again and to spend some time with them, and that she was glad to have gotten to know Mary Lou better. Mary Lou said that she had a camera with her and wanted to take a picture of them and get a picture with all four of them, so she snapped one of them with their arms around each other and Diana's head on Charles' chest with his shirt open. Then Mary Lou got a man passing by to snap one of the four of them.

Charles told Diana to go ahead to the desk and get their suitcase and that he'd be in the lobby in a few minutes...he just wanted to talk to Ward. Diana frowned nervously and said OK and headed into the hotel. Charles took Ward aside and said, "I know I've given the impression that I don't really believe that anything happened between Diana and Mr. Wayne, but I'm relatively certain that it did, even though you denied knowing anything about it. But you do know...don't you?" Charles noticed that Ward hesitated as he frowned like he didn't know whether he should tell Charles, but then he nodded.

Charles continued; "I doubt the man told you anything about what happened between them and, frankly, I don't really want to know myself...especially since Diana made me promise never to ask her for any details! I don't even want to THINK about why she made me promise that! However, I can't help but think that, after everything she went through growing up, that just the fact that he loved her and convinced her she was worthy of being loved and urged her to find someone to love her, was probably the only reason I was able to find her again. I want you to thank him for me."

Ward's eyebrows went up in surprise as he realized that Charles was asking him to thank Duke for almost the exact same reason the Duke had jokingly told Ward to thank Charles for him! Ward toyed with idea of whether to tell Charles that, but he figured it would definitely clue Charles in to the fact that the Duke still loved her and he didn't think that was something Charles would want to know, either. However, he would deliver Charles' message to Duke because it would show Duke what kind of man Charles was...an honorable man who loved his wife very much and accepted the fact that his wife's love for Duke had helped her to be able to love him. Ward told Charles he would deliver the message.




Charles and Diana Ch. 12



Charles shook Ward's hand before he left and told Ward not to let on to Diana that he really did know about her and the big man—he was sure she was still certain that he didn't believe it and he wanted her to continue to think that. He thought it would be easier for her that way. Charles kissed Mary Lou's cheek and told her it had been lovely to meet her and jokingly told her to try to keep Ward in line and then waved to them as he turned to head into the hotel lobby.

Ward looked at Mary Lou and said, "If they could get over the fact that they both love and want the same woman, I think Duke and Charles could've been really good friends. But something tells me that the intensity with which they both desire her would only cause friction between them and people would end up getting hurt. I'd like to stay friends with Charles and Diana, but if we socialize with them, it'll have to be when Duke's not around! Mary Lou agreed with him.

Charles found Diana waiting for him in front of the doors to the lobby restrooms; they opened their suitcase and got out their undergarments, casual clothes, shoes, and the brush and comb and changed and tidied their hair in the restrooms. They put their bathing suits in a plastic laundry bag in the suitcase along with their sandals, and then went to the cashier's desk to pick-up the check for Charles' winnings. The concierge came out of his office as they passed by his door to say good-bye and thank Diana, again, for performing in their nightclub. He handed her one of his cards and told her the offer would stand any time she wanted to come back and do it again.

Diana thanked him, again, for his generosity and kindness and told him that she would contact him in the future to find out when it would be a good time for both the resort and herself. She asked him to thank the bandleader and the band and tell them how much she'd enjoyed performing with them. Then Charles shook hands with the concierge, who congratulated him on his luck at Roulette, and Charles told him that he also appreciated The Riviera's generous hospitality to them and that he'd recommend their fine establishment to anyone he knew making a trip to Vegas in the future. 

Charles asked the concierge if he could make a quick call to one of his colleagues in the FBI at the Los Angeles airport so he'd know they were returning and would be able to meet them. The concierge said it would be fine and led them into his office so Charles could call Gordon Brown, the FBI pilot who'd flown them to Vegas so he could bring Charles' car around to the main terminal building at the time their flight would arrive.

They said good-bye to the concierge and walked out to have a bellman hail a taxi for them. The ride to the airport took about 15 minutes and they just chatted in the backseat about what an exciting weekend it had been. They arrived at the Las Vegas airport and checked in at the ticket desk to pay for and pick up their tickets and boarding passes and check their one suitcase. They had about 35 minutes to wait before their flight; they started to feel antsy as they kept staring at each other, realizing that they hadn't made love since their incredibly hot session that morning!

They both started to feel a little frustrated that it would be over 2 hours before they could get back to Los Angeles and get to somewhere they could attack each other again! Suddenly Charles had an idea; if he could find a private office somewhere in the airport, he could show someone his badge, tell them he suspected her of attempting to smuggle something onto a plane and that he needed to interrogate her privately. He told Diana his plan and she smiled as she took his hand and followed him.

Diana slipped into one of the ladies' rooms took off her panties and grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and stuffed it in her purse—she chuckled as she thought this might have to become a habit for her! When she came out, Charles grasped her wrist and headed toward the administrative offices of the airport. They realized as soon as they reached the offices, that most of them were unoccupied...it was Sunday evening—no one was at work!

They slipped into the first office they found and closed and locked the door, turning on the light. Diana immediately lifted her dress around her hips and bent over the edge of the desk while Charles hurriedly unfastened his pants. As soon as his hard cock was free, he grasped her hips and shoved himself into her as hard as he could. He grunted softly and she groaned loudly. Then he started slamming into her as hard and fast as he could, groaning softly as she moaned even louder. It only took them about 5 minutes to reach orgasm, both of them moaning loudly.

They cleaned themselves up with the toilet paper she'd stuffed in her purse...again...and deposited it into a nearby trashcan and made themselves decent again. When Charles unlocked the door and opened it to leave, he stopped short as he saw a security guard standing just outside the door.

"Pardon me, sir. But this is a restricted area. Just what were you doing in there?" the man asked with a smirk on his face.

"Uh, I'm with the FBI and this woman was acting suspiciously, so I took her in there for questioning," Charles replied, trying to make his voice sound authoritative instead of nervous.

"Mm hmm," the security guard muttered sarcastically. "And did she give herself up willingly? Did you search her body for any hidden contraband?" he asked trying not to smile.

"Oh, yes. She was most cooperative. But she was clean...I checked her out very thoroughly," Charles replied, trying not to laugh.

"I see. I take it that means you performed a body cavity search?" the guard asked as he grinned wolfishly, enjoying their amusing banter about him catching this man and woman fucking.

Charles chuckled and said, "Yes, I've checked out all her cavities...every single one. It's easy when you have the proper tool to do it!" He and the security guard busted out laughing.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Diana exclaimed. "How many more stupid ass jokes can you two come up with about this? OK...you caught us fucking! We're sorry...we'll try not to let it happen again before our plane takes off, which will be in about 15 minutes! So we need to get back to our gate before we miss our flight! Come on, Mr. FBI Agent, you'll have to wait until we get home before you can do any more body cavity searches!"

Diana grabbed Charles' hand as they laughingly said good-bye to the security guard and headed back toward the gate area. They arrived just in time to hear them announce that their flight was ready for boarding. As Charles and Diana boarded the plane and took their seats, they looked at each other and smiled as they realized they'd just been caught fucking in a pretty public place. Luckily, the man hadn't been able to see anything, but they were sure he'd had a pretty good image of what they were doing from the noises they had made!

They started to chuckle as they realized their prediction that they would probably get caught having sex in a public place was, more than likely, going to come true! They wanted each other all the time—their desire for each other was getting more and more uncontrollable and more and more unpredictable. It was only a matter of time before it would happen!

As the plane taxied for takeoff, Charles held Diana's hand in his and stared into her eyes. He felt himself drowning in her love and desire for him and it made him almost unable to think of all the things they needed to discuss on this flight home to Los Angeles. But he had to think of them because they involved an important topic—their future. They had to discuss the practicalities of their future life together.

Their life together...Charles' heart pounded at those words. It didn't matter to him whatever arrangements they made for their future life...as long as they were together, that was all that mattered to him. He leaned over and kissed his beautiful, sexy wife as the plane started it's journey down the runway.

Diana saw the promise in Charles' eyes as he stared at her. She knew he was committed to her and that he'd never let anything ever come between them. She somehow sensed that he knew the truth about her relationship with the big man, John Wayne, and the fact that he still loved her. She silently vowed that she'd never let anything come between them, either.

As long as they both knew that they were committed to one another, they could handle any adversity that might come up in the future. They both mused over their future; it seemed pretty bright to them as the plane left the runway and took off toward the setting sun.

The End...?