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Beyond Two Marriages update
🕑 Added 2022-01-02 18:00:00 +0000 UTCDiane stood in the shower, letting hot water beat against her naked skin. She moaned, relaxing into the steady pounding of the spray. Her legs opened. She rubbed her hand over the swollen slit of her cum-filled pussy.
“Oh, Chuck… I know you’ll just leave me too, but mmmm… while you’re here…”
She shuddered—then was filled with a violent anger. She didn’t mind a fling, but he’d practically gotten her addicted to his cock. She couldn’t help now but be his girl and she knew what that meant. It would only be so long before he took her for granted, neglected her, then she’d go elsewhere to fulfill her needs, like anyone would, and he’d berate her for it and she’d be out of love again.
“You bastard,” she spat out at his imagined, certain misdeeds, her words echoing off the shower tiles. “Rotten bastard.”
The shower spray wasn’t calming her anymore.
She got herself under control. There was no use crying over milk that hadn’t been spilled yet. Just because it would end the way it ended didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the ride.
Half an hour later, dried and dressed, Diane’s simmering rage was finally spoiled by a knock on the door. “Chuck… you’re just in time to make me like you again,” she giggled. Then she opened the door. “Who the hell are you?”
“Honey Bare. I’m Chuck’s wife.”
Diane had to admit she was stunning—just the sort of woman she would expect a man like Chuck to collect. Her close-cropped red hair framed a perfectly sculpted face. And those big, chocolate eyes were piercing in the most attractive way. Her creamy skin was smooth and unblemished. But her best feature had to be her legs. Long and shapely and almost entirely shown off by the miniskirt she supposedly wore.
“I could use a drink,” Honey said, letting herself in, and saw the bottle in an ice bucket that Diane had waiting for Chuck. “You’re ready for me.”
She picked up the glass Diane had set out for Chuck, took two cubes of ice from the bucket, then poured.
“I was planning on getting drunk,” Diane said, not sure what to make of this. No female would lead with that tidbit about being Chuck’s wife unless she knew she was being cheated on, but Honey didn’t appear at all angered. Maybe it was the name. She sounded like a burlesque dancer—dressed like one too—and most definitely had the body for it.
“Was that all you were planning on?” Honey looked over Diane’s own luscious body as she took a sip. “You’re dressed for action. Looking forward to a repeat performance?”
Diane tried hard not to blush, but Honey was making her feel so obvious. “And what if I am?” she asked, her breasts jumping loosely under her dress as she climbed onto the other stool.
“Oh, you are,” Honey purred, admiring the shimmy of Diane’s breasts. “No bra, probably no panties.” She licked her lips. “You don’t want to wait any to get to the good stuff.”
Diane winced, like salt had been poured into an open wound. She recovered angrily, though she tried not to show it. “Would you?”
“Absolutely not. Then you’re not intimidated by him? You can keep up with… ah… all that cock?”
“Is that why you’re not worried? Think I can’t?” Diane retorted, crossing her legs.
Honey stared at the smooth, creamy complexion of Diane’s skin on those long, supple legs. “I’m sure you can. And even if I wasn’t, I’d hope so.”
“What’s with you, lady? You’re hoping I did a good job screwing your husband?”
Honey couldn’t help but giggle. “Why shouldn’t I? He’s my husband. I want him to have a good screw. And babe, you look like you’ve been a good screw since your first time.”
Diane choked on her drink. Her face went red. “That what this is? You tryin’ to shame me for being a good fuck? Good enough that your husband would step out on even a looker like you?”
“I’m not trying to shame you at all. I’m a good fuck too. So is Silvia.”
“Who in the hell is Silvia?” Diane wasn’t sure she wanted to know, though.
Honey sipped her drink casually, keeping Diane in suspense for just a moment. “Chuck’s other wife.”
Diane let out her breath. Either this chick was crazy or a lot kinkier than Diane had given her credit for. Either way, Diane guessed she wasn’t in for the angry housewife harangue she’d been bracing herself for. This was shaping up to be something a lot stranger.
“Well then, I guess you both already know what a good dick Chuck has. You don’t need to double-check it with me.”
“No, we didn’t.” Honey grinned. “We just enjoyed watching.”
“Watching?” Now Diane was shocked.
“Both of us.”
Diane’s jaw dropped. “You and Silvia? Jesus! How? Where?”
“We’d come up to keep Chuck company on his trip, but once we saw him working on another woman, we decided to sit back and enjoy the show.” She paused, enjoying Diane’s flustering. “We both thought you were fantastic.”
Diane quivered. “Then you both… you followed us… and you saw?”
“Everything worth seeing. That mouth of yours really knows what it’s doing.” Honey’s voice was throaty, her tone flittering, taking on a flirtatious quality. “I could see how much Chuck was enjoying himself, even from the window.”
Beyond the strangeness of what they were talking about, the conversation was getting to Diane. She found herself sweating. Knowing someone—that two people—that two women claiming to be Chuck’s wives had watched their fuck… it excited her.
And Honey had been hoping for that. “You made Silvia wet as hell. She’s a blonde too. I guess that made it easy for her to picture herself in your high heels—not that I think she has your skills.”
In spite of her embarrassment, Diane smiled. But she took a long drink. “I’m not mad… I should be, but I’m not… I suppose if anyone has a right to be mad, it’s you, but since you’re not, I can’t be either.”
“And maybe you like the idea, huh?” Honey took her own drink, leaving her lips wet, their fullness glistening. “Or at least like knowing that you’re sex in boots type you walk around playing.”
Diane nodded. “What did Silvia say?”
Her voice was breathless, her heart skipping wildly. She wanted to know all the details of their voyeurism. Now that Chuck’s wives had gotten off on spying, she wanted to get off on it too.
“She wished she was fucking you. When Chuck had you against the wall, she creamed. I did too. You look incredible naked. And absolutely gorgeous getting fucked.”
A lump filled Diane’s throat. She didn’t know what to say.
“Silvia fucked me like crazy once you were done. I think she was pretending I was you—or that she was. We talked about you after and it turned us on enough to make us do it again.”
Diane was shocked. “You did it with each other? Aren’t you both women?”
Honey laughed. “Silvia wouldn’t make a very good wife if she weren’t. Why do you think it turned us on so much? Seeing Chuck in action is one thing, but we can get that with just the three of us. But seeing you…” Honey lowered her voice. “When Silvia was tonguing my cunt, I had my eyes closed, thinking of how you looked when you were on your knees with Chuck.”
Diane felt dizzy from what was being said. “Then you… you’re not angry about me and Chuck… because you want me too?”
“You’ve got some ego, dollface. All I said was that seeing you with Chuck got me hot.” Honey chuckled, blatantly staring at how Diane’s breasts heaved with arousal. “But my man has good taste. You’re good cake, there’s no denying it. I want you and Silvia wants you, maybe more than Chuck ever did.” She let her words sink in, saw them strike home with Diane, then continued: “And since we’ve all shared Chuck, it’s only fair that Chuck shares you with us too.”
Diane’s head spun. She wondered, belatedly, if this strange woman might be joking. But one look at Honey and she just knew that she wasn’t. “I don’t know what to say. You sound like a madwoman… but what you’re saying makes so much sense to me I might be mad too.”
“In the best possible way.” Honey gave her a sizzling smile. “You really going to tell me you’ve never had it with another woman?”
Breathless, Diane shook her head. “Not ever.”
“How about with two at once?”
Diane’s mind tingled with the question. “No. There’ve been a whole lot, but only one at a time.”
“Guess you’re not so experienced as you thought you were.” Honey squirmed on her stool. “Practically a virgin.” She polished off her drink. “So how was Chuck on your end? As good as it looked?”
“You know how he was. He drove me wild.”
Honey stood and stretched, her proud breasts straining against her loose-fitting blouse. She combed her fingers through her bright red hair. “And are you still wild?” she winked.
Diane couldn’t keep her eyes off of Honey’s swollen breasts. Her mouth was dry; she wetted it with more vodka. “You really don’t care? You’re not jealous that Chuck gave me his prick instead of you?”
Honey noticed Diane’s eyes were locked on her body. “Why should I care? I’m going to have fun with you too, aren’t I?”
Diane was speechless. Her mouth was parched again and she swallowed the rest of her vodka. The room whirled around her; she didn’t know if it was because of the drink or the sexuality. She saw Honey’s nipples harden under her blouse. She felt lightheaded.
“You keep looking at my breasts. You want to see them?”
Diane was unable to stop herself. She nodded. Then she hoped fervently that Honey would do it, would let her see them.
Honey sauntered to the center of the room, her hips swaying as provocatively as could be. She turned back to Diane, her eyes glowing for her. “Lemme show you we don’t need Chuck to have fun,” she cooed.
Diane was silent. Her hazy eyes were fixed on Honey’s slender fingers as they worked the buttons of her blouse open. Then her breath caught in her throat.
Honey was exposed. She slipped her open blouse off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. “Mmm, this is why I’m such a good dancer. I always get hot when I strip.” She brought her hands up to knead her luscious breasts. “Chuck likes ‘em big, doesn’t he?”
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Shendude
Yes. This is perfect.
