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.