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!"
