Beyond Two Marriages (Patreon)

So Bill didn’t want her. So Cannon didn’t want her. So even Weasel didn’t want her. There were always men out there; Diane was sure that even Cannon couldn’t be the greatest cocksman of all time. There was someone who could do for her what he’d done for her, and if there weren’t, there were still plenty of men who could at least satiate her.

But God, they were still so much like boys compared to him.

Oh well. Try, try again. At the cocktail lounge where she’d ended up after Weasel’s abrupt dismissal of her, she waited for a man to buy her drinks and then let him feed them to her as much as he wanted. His name was Chuck and he said he was from out of town, on a business trip. He made sure to mention he was staying at a nearby hotel.

He obviously wanted her, and Diane wanted him enough not to try playing hard to get. He was a good-looking guy and when they danced together, she felt a lovely swell between his legs when she lifted her thigh up there. It promised a nice, big cock when he was fully erect—or a not so nice cock, if he wasn’t yet fully engorged.

Diane hadn’t been fucked in a while—not since Weasel had left off—and she was far past in the mood for casual sex. That was the drawback to being single. When she’d been married to Bill, there was always some prick waiting for her. And if he was out of town, she could pick up someone else.

She still could; that’s what she was doing now. But she missed being able to stay in bed and have it brought to her like room service in a ritzy hotel. She just needed to go without her nightie when Bill came in the room and she could be sure she’d get his cock. But at least things were working out well tonight. She figured Chuck would do at least as well as Bill or Weasel or… some other men had dicked her.

When Chuck suggested they go back to his hotel room to enjoy the next round along with some peace and quiet, Diane gave him a knowing grin.

“What kind of girl do you take me for?” she asked him, with enough of a growl in her voice that it might be a legitimate question.

After how she’d danced with him, Chuck’d had a pretty good idea, but now he stammered.

“Errr… I don’t know… I mean, that is…”

Diane’s smile widened. “Don’t worry about it,” she told him. “That’s exactly the kind of girl I am.”

So they drove back to his hotel.

Inside his room, Chuck went to pick up a bottle of vodka from beside the bed. He was a man armed and ready in case he had trouble sleeping. “Hope you don’t mind that next round having a bit of a kick.”

“I do mind,” Diane said. “I think I could stand to work up a thirst before I put on any water weight.”

Her voice had a husky quiver to it and she spoke looking Chuck directly in the eye.

He walked right up to her, knowing she was ready, and covered her hungry mouth with his. Her lips were soft, warm, and very responsive. Diane moved her tongue to intercept his and the two twisted and stroked together while their bodies drew close.

Chuck wrapped his arms snugly around Diane. She had a huge quality of sexuality to her body and it hit him like a drug. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest. Her luscious belly embraced the bulge of his erection.

Their kiss grew in passion, their tongues thrashing together. Diane’s hot breath blew out her nostrils and struck his face in a rapid burst. Chuck slid his hand down her back, rolling it over the sumptuous curve of her ass. Her buttocks were rounded and taut, made for the grip of his hand.

“You’ve got one luscious ass,” he told her.

“And that cock feels good pressed up against me—but not good enough. Let’s fuck!”

Chuck grabbed her flaring skirt and floated it up her body, laying it on top of her chest and arms and shoulders until she was naked to her belly button. He played his hands down through the folds of cloth, the layers in between his touch and her body falling away until his fingers were on her bare thighs. A tremor of excitement passed through him at the contact. Diane shook herself, getting her own pleasure from being touched.

He kept kissing her, hungrily, sensually, while his hands glided back up her supple ass. It was clothed in thin panties. He petted her lush buttocks and squeezed them. His groping pulled her against the hardened bulge in his crotch once more. Diane felt faint, sandwiched between his caresses and his stiff prick. She pulled her mouth from his and gasped:

“Alright, pilgrim, that’s enough playing around—you’ve gotten me into bed.”

“No, I’ve just gotten you, pure and simple,” Chuck told her, panting. “We don’t need a bed, we’ll do it right here!”

Diane didn’t argue. She felt his stiff cock prodding against her belly and knew she wanted it deeper, much, much deeper. They sank to the carpet. Chuck pushed her skirt almost over her head, then stared down at the loveliness of her bare legs and toned belly. He ran his hand along her stomach, feeling the dainty abs underneath the contours of her luscious flesh, then dipped his fingers over her pubic thatch and between her long, slender legs. Diane immediately opened them up for him. Chuck massaged the band of white nylon between her thighs, pressing the sheer cloth down on her hairy little labia.

Diane keened and shook, hurling her arms up to go around his muscular body. She moved him down to her willing mouth and he ravished it with his tongue. She sucked needfully at that tongue until he slid it back out of her mouth.

As pleasurable as that was, his erection was surging through his pants, heating the taut feminine thigh it was parked against. Diane managed to find just enough willpower to rub her leg against it while Chuck kept playing with her. Her juices ran freely from her pleased snatch, soaking her panties and then gleaming on his stroking fingers.

Diane was hot to be fucked. It was clear she needed it. And even if Chuck could say no, his cock definitely couldn’t.

He moved his hand to the elastic band of her panties and slipped his fingers underneath, down her lower belly, through her pubic hair, onto her soft labia. It was dewy with arousal, sliding open wetly, accepting his fingers’ softest touch.

His middle finger stroked between her slit and along her opening and then up to the hot, pulsing button of her clit. When he touched her there, Diane broke their kiss and cried, “Ohh, Chuck, your finger… your finger!”

Sadistically, Chuck took his hand away then, instead gripping her panties and stripping them down her sprawling legs. He uncovered her damp pubic thatch, the delightful pink flesh it covered. As soon as he’d gotten her panties down far enough, Diane kicked them off, then pedaled her long legs playfully in the air. Chuck stared down at how her damp lips spread with the kicking of her legs—he couldn’t resist how delicious they looked.

On all fours, Chuck dove between her widespread legs, holding them apart with his body, then lowered his mouth to her juicy slit. His tongue sank into the opening.

“OHHHH!” Diane cooed, her legs sticking straight out past Chuck’s head, trembling with their muscles locked in desire.

Chuck explored thoroughly between her thighs. His roving tongue sledded through her blonde fur, in and out of her passage, back and forth across her quavering clitoris. His prick was hot and hard, getting more of each with every taste of Diane. It felt like a hot poker about to burn through his clothes. Unable to keep it restrained any longer, Chuck sprang up and tore his clothes off.

Diane quickly undressed herself, ridding her body of everything but the panties Chuck had already removed from her. It gave her a kinky thrill to know that, as she took off her blouse and bra and skirt, she was totally bare beneath the waist, her last layer of protection already stripped from her.

Her breasts were high and proud on her chest; two perfect hills tipped by cherry red nipples. When she lay back, they jiggled, but didn’t slouch at all. They were firm and hot and glazed with sweat. Chuck couldn’t help but gape at them.

“Damn, that’s one hell of a pair you’ve got!”

“Screw ‘em! My pussy, Chuck, fuck my pussy! I haven’t had it in so long…!”

“Alright, but that’s not the only offer I’m taking you up on tonight. Screwing your tits sounds like a real fun time!”

Naked, Chuck dropped down on top of her, his hips nestled between her open thighs. His cock pressed against her velvety snatch, slid into the splayed lips, and sank inside her inch by inch. Chuck almost climaxed, watching her inner folds encircle him. No matter how much he fed her, she always had room, but her sheath felt as tight-fitting as a virgin’s.

Diane gasped and moaned—she watched her sex take his member too. “OH! CHUCK! YOU’RE HUGE!”

“Just big enough,” Chuck panted, still only halfway in.

“Fuck that! I want you to be too big! Give me all of it, whether I can take it or not! I want to be opened wide by your cock! I want to never forget it!”

Chuck rocked and humped, feeding all of himself into Diane’s gaping cunt, no matter how reluctantly her narrow confines took it. Finally, his balls rested against her ass. His coarse body hair intermingled with her kinky pubic thatch.

“YESSSSS!” she moaned.

“Like I said. Big enough for you.” Chuck grinned. “In fact, feels like I’m the biggest you’ve ever had.”

“No, Chuck, oh no… not like that… it’s not the size of your cock, it’s what you’re doing with it… making me want it… then giving it to me! Giving it to me so hard!”

“And I’ll keep giving it to you,” Chuck rasped. “Maybe you haven’t realized just how big this dick is!”

“Make me realize,” Diane purred. “Fuck me until I don’t know anything else but how deep and how hard and how much I’ve taken it!”

“You let the right fella take you home,” Chuck promised, pulling his manhood nearly all the way out of her clinging sex before he powered back inside her.

Diane took it well, in a lot of ways: “OOHHH! OHH! AHHHH!” she cried, voicing each spasm of feeling within her as he pumped her, moving in with long, steady strokes that rammed almost to her cervix.

Chuck held himself up on straightened arms as he pistoned with his hips, watching Diane’s breasts bounce with his thrusts into her. The fucking, as his turgid erection slid into her and pulled out again and again, was better than he’d had in a while. As much as he’d bragged about his dick, Diane definitely had a cunt to match.

“Harder, Chuck, HARDER!” Diane breathed. “You’ve got my pussy going! I’m burning up!”

He picked up the rhythm and her hips smashed against his. There was plenty of friction as Chuck’s thick member slid in and out, taking full advantage of how much space Diane’s splayed pussy had to be fucked. And the friction was even more delightful with her warm, wet cunt leaving its juices all over his manhood, coating it fresh with every plunge.

Pressure mounted in his balls. His erection swelled from his root to the knob of his thrusting cock. Chuck was close to his arrival, real close. Diane felt it. She sobbed and broke the rhythm, bucking furiously to finish herself off, inner muscles sucking hard at his huge manhood.

That was more than Chuck could take. With Diane already in the middle of her climax, he decided to go out in style. He rutted into her hard, climbing towards his own blast, while Diane squealed and held him tight, moving her cunt in ferocious acceptance to prolong the orgasm she was feeling. Her ecstasy reached its peak and Chuck spurted at the same time, his trembling erection utterly swamping Diane’s rapturous sex.

They floated together, their bodies heaving uncontrollably. Chuck felt as if every ounce of energy was rushing out of him with his ejaculation, leaving only satisfaction. It was even better when he looked at Diane and saw the dazed, but glowing look on her face.

“Guess I did alright by you, hot stuff.”

“I’ll bet you always do alright, you son of a bitch, and what’s more you know it!” Diane smiled. “Now let me have that drink before we go again. Now that you’ve opened me up, you might as well get all the use you can outta me!”