*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story; if not, such is life. Comments are always appreciated.
THE DIVORCEE
Bonnie was depressed. At 26, her husband of six months had just dumped her without any warning, having divorce papers served on her for irreconcilable differences. He wouldn't even talk to her so that she could ask him what the problem was. This afternoon she had to appear in court in front of a judge or risk default judgement against her. Perhaps if she asked the judge why she was being divorced against her will, he would order her husband to explain and stop it.
As she dressed after showering, pulling on one of her interminable shapeless dresses, she looked into the mirror as she applied her bright-red lipstick, then some sparkling blue coloring on her eyelids to match her own pale blue eyes. She then quickly brushed her short, dirty-blonde hair. Hefting her huge, DD breasts, she made her bra comfortable, then picked up her purse and left the now-empty apartment, nothing left to even remind her that she had been married.
Not feeling as though she needed an attorney, Bonnie sat by herself at a table, while Jimmy, her husband, sat with his attorney at another table. When the judge entered and was announced by the court clerk, she pushed to her feet as ordered, then sat once again after the judge had seated herself. The proceedings were called to order and the judge asked Jimmy's attorney to state his case.
"Your Honor, my client feels that he is deprived of the pleasure of marital privilege because of his wife's morbid obesity," the attorney said after getting to his feet. "Accordingly, he respectfully petitions the court for the right to divorce."
"And in what way does your client's wife's size deprive him of the pleasure of marital privilege?" the judge asked.
"Your Honor, without intending to inflict any more emotional damage on Mrs. Greeley, my client claims to be unable to get or maintain an erection because of the disgust he feels when he sees his wife."
"You client has been married for just six months," the judge observed. "Did Mrs. Greeley suddenly put on a lot of weight after they married?"
"Well, no, Your Honor," the attorney replied.
"Mrs. Greeley, you have no attorney?" the judge asked.
"N-no, Your Honor," Bonnie said, struggling to her feet.
"Mrs. Greeley, was your weight substantially different when you married Mr. Greeley?" the judge asked.
"No, Your Honor," Bonnie replied. "I've been around 180lbs for as long as I can remember."
"And did Mr. Greeley seem to have any problem...performing his husbandly rights?" the judge asked.
"No, Your Honor," Bonnie replied, flushing. "He was always hornier than all get out. His cock isn't all that big, but he'd stick it in me two, three times a day, and he wasn't all that particular about where he stuck it, though he seemed to prefer my mouth and ass."
"I see," the judge said, visibly blanching and looking over at Jimmy, whose head was down, though his flaming cheeks could be seen. "And did you ever deny him sexual access to yourself, a headache, not in the mood, anything?"
"No, Your Honor," Bonnie replied, shaking her head. "I was always happy to let him do whatever he wanted. Why, the night before he left, he fucked me and make me suck him off when he was ready to cum. I don't understand why he wants a divorce."
"Mr. Swanson, unless your client has some definitive proof that he is unable to perform..." the judge said to Jimmy's attorney.
"In any event, Your Honor, my client now regrets having married Mrs. Greeley and feels nothing but utter revulsion at the idea of being in the same room with her. His feeling are quite irreconcilable."
"I find myself constrained by the law," the judge said, exasperation clear on her face and in her voice. "Irreconcilable differences is such a broad, undefined term, that pretty much anything could be construed to cause such. While I have my own personal feelings of disgust towards the manner in which Mr. Greeley is abusing the law, I am bound by that law. Therefore, the petition for divorce is granted. And I'd like to add, Mrs. Greeley, you're probably better off without him."
Returning home after all of the papers had been signed, Bonnie undressed, then grabbed a box of Hostess Twinkies from the refrigerator and went to sit at the computer, logging on to one of the divorce chat groups that she had found after being served with the divorce papers. Sighing, she started a new thread, Just Dumped, What To Do?, where she explained that she had just been dumped and divorced and was depressed and didn't know what to do. To her surprise, there was a response just a couple of minutes later.
Go on a singles cruise, darling. Get laid. Just fuck that loser who dumped you right out of your system. Check out singlescruises. It worked for me.
Bonnie sat there distraught, destroying the box of Twinkies, seeing another half dozen comments come in, all expressing agreement with the first poster, that the best way to get over a bad relationship was to get laid until you're over it.
Thinking about everything, Bonnie had to admit that one of the reasons that she had married Jimmy was
because
he was interested in sex with her, right from the first date, asking her to suck his cock as soon as she got into his pickup truck, which she did. He had then driven to some country lane and pulled over, taking her into the back of the pickup and fucking her under the stars, which she had thought so romantic. It hadn't felt like much, she used bigger carrots and cucumbers on herself all the time, but it was the idea that someone finally wanted her that way. Jimmy had always been ready for sex, even though his cock wasn't very big. It sometimes drove her crazy, thinking about sex. Luckily, carrots and cucumbers weren't expensive, she thought, then laughed.
The next thing she knew, she was checking out the singelscruises.com website. They offered a range of cruises for singles, the obvious lure being the chance to meet someone. But Bonnie didn't want to necessarily meet someone, she wanted to get laid without any complications. She was over the whole relationship thing, as far as she was concerned. She'd learned her lesson with Jimmy.
As she scrolled down, she saw a link to XXX Singles Cruise and clicked on it. Her eyes grew wide as she read the description, amazed that they were allowed to advertise such a thing so blatantly.
A XXX cruise for those singles looking for the sexual adventure of a lifetime. No holds barred, though No remains No. Clothing required in the dining room.
The next thing she knew, Bonnie had signed up for a 3-day XXX Singles Cruise that was leaving in just ten days.
Bonnie felt funny with only one small bag as she waited in line to check in for the cruise, many of the people in line having three, four, even five large bags with them. Used to it, she was nonetheless aware of the looks other people sent her way. She also noticed that there seemed to be more men in line than women, which was slightly reassuring. Her cabin was small, especially for her, not facing the water, with just a small bed, a dresser, a table and chair, and a small bathroom where there was a mirror over the sink. There were hooks on the wall for hanging things.
After attending the obligatory orientation lecture from one of the crew, she decided to explore the ship a bit as they got underway. Even though she had read the promotional material, she was still surprised at the number of shops, all located in the same arcade-type area. The dining area seemed vast, tables as far as the eye could see. There were several swimming pools and there were already nude and semi-nude people laying around them on chaise lounge chairs. Once she had ascertained that she knew where her cabin was in relation to the dining area and the nearest swimming pool, she returned to her cabin, nervous, but determined.
Bonnie had decided that since clothing was only required in the dining area, that she was only going to be dressed in the dining area; therefore, she had brought with her only three of her shapeless muumuus, her toiletries, her Kindle, and no underwear, no bras, no bathing suit of any kind. Even as determined as she was to be brave, she still attempted to wrap one of the bath towels around her waist as she left her cabin to go to the nearest swimming pool, only it wouldn't fit around her waist, not even diagonally, so she had to settle for carrying it draped over her arm, her huge DD breasts swaying on her chest, her big stomach drooping down, practically covering her pussy above her massive thighs. She had been careful to shave very thoroughly before leaving her house, so her pussy was as smooth as the day she was born, the deep furrow separating her fat outer lips clearly visible beneath her sagging stomach, her long inner lips hanging down between them beneath her fat bulging clit.
It was all that she could do not to flush at some of the looks she got as she made her way to the swimming pool, a couple of people making exaggerated efforts to get out of her way as they passed going in the opposite direction. Arriving at the swimming pool, she found a vacant chaise lounge chair and spread her towel on it, then sat down. Because of her size, it was very uncomfortable for her to sit with her legs straight out in front of her. She found it more comfortable to have her knees bent with her feet flat on the chaise lounge chair's pad. As fat as her thighs were, she knew from practicing at home in front of the mirror that anyone looking at her would still be able to see the long inner lips of her pussy sticking out and her big fat clit. Her large sunglasses made it possible for her to 'hide' as she leaned back, her Kindle in hand, easily looking around without anyone knowing to see the people who were staring at her.
"Ma'am, perhaps you'd like some sunscreen?" one of the attendants said, holding out a bottle of Coppertone. "You have very white skin and you'll very quickly burn. That would ruin the whole trip for you."
"Thank you," Bonnie said, taking the bottle of sunscreen. "I should have thought of that."
"A lot of people who come from places where tanning isn't a normal thing to do don't think of it," the attendant assured her.
Laying her Kindle down, Bonnie sat up to apply the sunscreen, placing her feet on the ground on either side of the chaise lounge chair.
"Would you like some assistance with that?" a deep, mellifluous voice with a lilting accent said.
Looking up, Bonnie needed to shade her eyes because the sun was behind the tall black man standing next to her chaise lounge chair, the bulge in his tight Speedo bikini impossible to miss.
"It would be my pleasure," he said, dropping down to one knee and smiling at her, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes, as were hers. "A lady should always have assistance for such things, don't you think?" he asked, holding out his hand. "I'm Jerome. I'm from Jamaica."
"That...that's very kind of you, Jerome," Bonnie replied, smiling as she handed him the bottle of sunscreen and leaned back.
"A big sexy woman like you has more to burn than one of those skinny things," he said as he began with one foot and worked his way up to her knee.
