Angel Love

by Dee Dawning

  Jerking my head away from his hand, I sat up and clicked on the nightstand lamp. Randy smiled up at me. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

  I glanced at the clock. Eleven o’clock. Panic raced through me. “Christ! What are you doing here? My husband could waltz through that door any minute.”

  Randy didn’t appear too concerned as his hand returned to my womanly lair. “He won’t. Have you ever thought of divorcing him?”

  How odd he would bring that up. “How do you know? Why do you ask?”

  “You must not have read the note he left on the kitchen counter, saying he was called out of town on business. He’s fucking around on you, you know.”

  It was hard to concentrate on our discussion because Randy’s intimate fingers were once more making me randy. “How do you know?”

  “He was with Beth, one of my girls last night at the country club and tonight he flew to Las Vegas with her.”

  I never suspected. “So what am I, the loving, dutiful wife? Unless I missed my count, you and eighteen other men boffed me in the last two days and to my utter shame, I loved every minute of it.”

  “That’s right and you know what?”

  “What?”

  “You’re ready and so is my cock.” Randy rolled onto his knees, pulled the covers off, then grabbed my ankles and pulled me to him. He installed a condom, spread my legs wide and entered me. I shuddered as the length of him slowly worked it’s way into my slippery channel, stretching me like no other had. “I love how your tight little cunt sucks at my cock, sweet. How it squeezes around me as I move in and out.”

  My hands grasped his shoulders, soft little mewls urging him on. The pleasure I felt made me whimper. As his driving need increased the intensity and velocity of his thrusts, my soft whimpers evolved to moans of delight. The friction of his cock seemed to soothe the sweet torture embedded in the walls of my pussy. I was so close, and then the stirrings of a climax blossomed into a stupefying orgasm. My entire body quaked, my pussy spasming around his giant cock. Wave after wave of intense currents careened through me. “Oh, God. Randy,” I yelled, as blood simmered beneath my skin. Randy continued to thrust through the waves of my orgasm, catching my throbbing clit on every down stroke. Still shaking from the aftershocks and residue of my enormous release, Randy pulled out.

  “What’re you—?“

  “Changing positions. I haven’t fucked you from behind in seven years.” He rolled me over roughly, then as if I was light as a pillow, slid his hands under my abdomen and lifted my back end to my knees. He spread my legs a couple feet apart, then alternated between beating my ass with his heavy, ten inch whip or teasing my dark rosebud with crown of his cock. Apprehension invaded my mind when he placed the head of his cock at my hopelessly exposed opening.

  “Tell me, did the prince fuck you in the ass?”

  “No, he mostly fucked April. I think he did her in the ass.”

  His fingers scooped crème from my dripping pussy and transferred it to my anus. “What did you do while the prince fucked April?”

  “Another guy. A guest of the prince’s named Romano fucked me and yes he sodomized me.”

  The head of his cock probed the rim of my butt hole. “Did you like it? Would you like me to do it?”

  Seconds after I mistakenly replied, “You’re going to anyway, so go ahead, get it over with,” I felt searing, tearing pain as he shoved his cock in as far as he could go. I screamed “Oooh….eeeaah! Oh my God, that hurt.”

  “Angel you know better than to get smart with me.” I felt some relief and a little pleasure as he pulled partially out. Then in conjunction with his next thrust, I endured a vicious, painful slap across my ass.

  “Oww! What the fu—“

  I gulped in air as a second even harder smack curled my toes. “Oww…ooh! You’re killing me.” But he wasn’t. My ass felt warm from his strikes, but my pussy and anus were hotter and each swat eased the pain of his violent thrusts.

  “I told you don’t get smart with me.”

  A little contrition was in order. ”Sorry. How far are you in?”

  “Three quarters. Let’s see if this helps.” He wrapped his other hand around my thigh and diddled my clit with his fuck-finger. Currents of pleasure emitting from my clit seemed to alleviate the pain and stress. He retreated once more, but only a little. Again his palm landed smartly across my rump, timed with his fourth brutal anal thrust. “Atta girl, I’m in.”

  He rested for a while then slowly began to move within my ass. It didn’t hurt as much and with each successive thrust, pleasure emerged. As he stroked my ass, he reached forward and wrapped a handful of my long blond hair around his fist. He pulled on my hair, jerking my head back. “I love riding your choice ass. Tell me, who does your ass and cunt belong to?”

  “You, Randy.”

  “And don’t you forget it. Now, what are you?”

  “I’m your beautiful bitch…your money making whore.”

  I didn’t have to see his face to know he smiled. I was no longer in pain. His clever finger continued to service my pussy and clit, the pain blooming into pure pleasure. The fact was, sex never seemed sexier or dirtier than with Randy. My mind drifted to our going away party seven years before in Vegas.

  * * * *

  I turned my face toward the mirrored closet doors and watched Randy’s reflection as his healthy cock slid in and out—pummeling me from behind.

  “That’s it Randy, pound my tailpipe. Oh yeah, Jesus, you feel good. Oh my God, Randy—I’m coming. Don’t stop. Fuck me harder—harder!” Every nerve ending in my body screamed with release and pleasure as my anus gripped his cock while I rode out the waves of a super orgasm. My entire body quaked as my pussy spasmed around his fingers, and my anus clenched his cock. A wave of intense pulses shattered through me and light exploded behind my eyes as the orgasm raced through me, forcing me to scream out my release.

  “That was spectacular. What shall we do now?”

  With his long cock still buried in my ass, he snaked his arms between my legs, lifted me into the air and straightened up. My ass rested on the hilt of his cock and his large hands rested beneath my thighs, gripping them, spreading them wide, along with my pussy. He turned toward Tina who was sitting up riding a john named Rod in a chair. “You want to scarf Angel’s tasty snatch Mysta?”

  “Sure I love Cin…I mean Angel’s pussy. Wow, that’s a pretty neat position. Bring her over here.”

  He edged over to Tina. Her tongue licked my bud and darted into my recess even as she bounced up and down on Rod’s rod. She also lifted her hands and teased my nipples with her fingers and all the while Randy boned my ass. The delightfully wild sensations were coming fast and soon I had another climax, my fourth of the afternoon.

  With Randy still holding me in the same position, Rod decided he wanted to fuck me. Rod eased over to us while Randy, his cock in my ass, held me in position. As Rod’s good-sized shaft glided into my slick recess, I nearly screamed from the joy I felt. I was so primed, so sexed up that when Rod’s lips and hands teased my hard nipples, I came in seconds.

  That was my first experience with vaginal and anal penetration. After that, Joe the fourth member of our five-some, who’d been recuperating from cumming in Tina’s mouth, fucked me. He wrapped his arms around both of us. We were in a licentious sandwich and I was the meat. Joe was so excited he pummeled me as if there were no tomorrow and I had my sixth orgasm. In a way, there was no tomorrow since Tina and I were scheduled to fly back to Phoenix in four hours, ending our debaucherous lifestyle forever—I thought.

  Before our going away party/mini orgy ended, all three men had fucked and been sucked off by both of us. I don’t know about Tina, but I had, a record for me, seven fantastic orgasms.

  After getting dressed, Randy, standing with Joe and Rod by the door told us, “I’m going to be downstairs in the casino with Joe and Rod. I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t leave without me.”

  We nodded dutifully as Randy an
d the johns slipped into the hall.

  When we were alone we jumped up and down and hugged each other. “Wow, wasn’t that something? That was a fitting ending to our two lucrative weeks of wickedness. I have a bottle of champagne in the mini refrigerator. Shall we have a drink before we head back to Tempe?”

  Tina looked at me with those big brown eyes. “Sure, but just one glass, we have to catch our plane and I don’t want to miss it.”

  “Agreed.” After retrieving and opening the bottle, I poured two glasses in plastic cups. “Toast, to sex and money.”

  Tina laughed, and we clinked glasses. “You know at first Randy scared me.”

  “I remember.”

  “Well, I’m going to miss him and his whopper.”

  We laughed. “Is that why you didn’t slip away like you said you would?”

  She smiled demurely. “A little. I’ll tell you on the plane. Let’s get out of here before Randy comes back.”

  * * * *

  After Randy had his way with me and dressed, he flashed a wicked smile. “I love fucking beautiful women in their marital bed.” Then he threw a dvd on the bed at my bare feet. “If you want it, there’s your divorce.”

  Dressed in his signature black, without saying another word, like a vampire, he vanished into the night.

  Curious and no longer sleepy, I inserted the disk into the player-recorder. The first thing I saw was a woman who must have been Beth, naked except for a mask, sucking on a cock, with an additional cock to each side waiting for service. When the camera zoomed out it became apparent the man in the middle was my errant husband. As she switched to another cock, the scene ended and picked up with my husband fucking Beth on a poker table. When the scene switched again, Marc and Beth were fucking in the very same bed from which I watched the video. For some reason, though Randy had just fucked me in the same bed, it irritated me. I couldn’t understand why, but tears rolled down my cheeks. A divorce was a necessity and I knew it.

  Chapter Six

  I woke up at dawn. I couldn’t sleep. Too much was happening in my life. I rose, made a pot of coffee and read the paper, when it was eight o’clock, hoping April was up, I called her. “Hello.”

  “It’s me. I need to see you.”

  “What’s up?”

  “Among other things, I decided to get a divorce.”

  “All right! I’m in the middle of exercising. Why don’t we meet for coffee and a pastry at the Paradise Bakery in Gainey Ranch after I finish and shower. Is ten okay?”

  I was so nervous, I didn’t want to wait around so I went early and had a Denver omelet.

  April, looking like a million dollars as she always does, waltzed in at ten after. “Sorry, I’m late.”

  I smiled. “That’s all right, I came early to make up for it. How’s your divorce coming?”

  “It’s supposed to be final in thirty days. Why, do you want to use my lawyer?”

  I pursed my lips. “Maybe. I don’t know any divorce lawyers, so if you’re happy with yours, I’ll use him.”

  April opened the menu. “So you decided to take the plunge.”

  I nodded slowly. “Actually, I took the plunge four years ago, now I’m ready to get out of the pool.”

  April laid a hand over mine. “You know what I mean.”

  “Yes. I’m ready to end my marriage and start doing what I really want—giving and receiving pleasure. There’re a couple things that bother me though.”

  “Like what?”

  I paused while the waiter took April’s order, refilled my coffee and took my plate. “I love my house. I’d like to keep it. Do you think if I asked for the house, you and Randy could live there and help with the payment?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll ask Randy. What’s the other thing that bothers you?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer her. “April. Tell me how did you feel when you decided to get a divorce?”

  Her gaze clouded over as if she saw only her thoughts. “A little sad. Regretful that it hadn’t worked out. I think if I hadn’t married Herbie for his money and waited a little longer. I’d have met the man of my dreams and raised a family, but Herbie was older and didn’t want kids. Then there’s my dark side which Randy recognized and exploited. I used to dream about the wicked sinful things we did in Havasu and Vegas.”

  “Me too, same thing. How about Randy. Could he be the man of your dreams?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. He could be, but you know there’s no future with him. He’s not the marrying kind. He’s as wild and unpredictable as a cornered tiger.”

  I laughed. “He’s unpredictable all right. Does that appeal to you? It does me.”

  “Lots of things about Randy appeal to me. Forgetting sex, his attitude, his forcefulness, his stubbornness, knowing what I want when I don’t even know, his supreme confidence. And wouldn’t you know it, every one of these traits is bad.”

  “That must be the appeal. I’ve heard it said, women love bad boys.”

  April laughed. “If that’s the case we’re at the head of the line. We got off the subject. What else bothers you about getting divorced?”

  I shook my head. “It’s so hard to describe. When I made up my mind to get divorced, tears ran down my cheek. I felt like I lost my innocence, again. Yes, I know I forfeited my innocence in a flurry of sexual encounters in high school and college, not the least of which was our salacious spring breaks. Especially, the last one, but when I got married, I felt as if my innocence had come back. Does that make any sense to you?”

  “Yes, it does. The happiest time of my life was pre-puberty. The second happiest time of my life is when I’m having sex with Randy or you or both or seven guys in a gynecologist chair. How’s that for warped?”

  “If that’s warped so am I.”

  Suddenly, April’s eye’s grew wide. “Guess who I ran into a few days ago?”

  I shrugged. “Damned if I know.”

  “Tina.”

  “Tina…really? I haven’t seen or heard from her since we graduated. She dropped out of sight.”

  “She married her boyfriend and moved to Texas, but she’s getting divorced. She’s moving back and will temporarily live with her parents.”

  I felt a tinge of excitement. “This could work out. Is she still fabulous looking?”

  “Pretty much, though she no longer weighs one-ten.”

  “She’s not heavy?”

  “Oh no. She’s not model thin, but she’s still very striking. What do you mean, work out. You’re not thinking of recruiting her are you?”

  I shrugged again. “Frankly, I don’t know what I’m thinking. I’m just exploring possibilities.

  “That reminds me there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. When we were in Vegas, when Randy started arranging your dates, why did he never come to me to do the same thing? I never knew he did until four days ago when he told me.”

  I took a sip of my iced tea. “Randy would have. He thought you were hot, but he worked through the bell captain who told him he didn’t need more than two girls. Since he’d lined up Tina and me, he had to forget about you and Jessica or should I say Brandi.”

  April stared off thoughtfully. “So that’s why Tina stuck around after making a big deal about leaving.”

  “Yes. It wasn’t the sex that bothered her as much as having to market herself. She kept getting screwed out of her money.”

  April laughed. “She was getting screwed twice?”

  “Apparently. From what she told me, she let johns beat her down on her price and a couple fucked her out of her money altogether. Having Randy there ended that. She’d just wait in her room, all fixed up and looking good in her sexy see-thru peignoir and wait for the johns to come—pun intended—paid in full. She made more in the last four days than she did the previous ten.”

  “And with her long, long black hair, she could look real good. That’s why you’re thinking of recruiting her.”

  “I never said that.” I looked around as i
f I thought someone might be listening and smiled conspiratorially. “You think we should?”

  “Maybe, the timing would be good since she’s unemployed and will be living with her parents.”

  April’s phone rang. She answered and winked at me. “Hi, Randy.”

  “Oh, she’s with me.”

  April took a sip of her coffee and a bite of her éclair as she listened. “It’s all right with me.”

  She handed her phone to me. “He wants to talk to you.”

  Apprehensive, I took the phone. “You were great yesterday—at the bar and later at your place.”

  “Thanks, baby, I loved it. What’s up?”

  “How do you feel about charity work?”

  “It’s okay. Why?”

  “Paladins men’s club is having a charity lap dance event. Each lap dance will cost two hundred dollars. The proceeds will go to Sanctuary, which is—“

  “I know what it is—a refuge for battered women and their children. Will we wear masks.”

  “Of course, you and April won’t get any money except tips, but there should be a lot of high rollers there, who might want a date with you.”

  “I’m game but giving lap dances is one of the things that managed to evade me all these years.”

  “I anticipated that, so I made arrangement for a stripper friend of mine to show you and April how to do it. You’re both naturals so you should pick it right up.”

  “At Paladins’?”

  “No, a place called Fancy Girls on Washington. Ask for Lita. If you go right now you should have the run of the place.”

  Looking at April, I gave her a nod and she nodded back. “We’re on our way. We’ll let you know how it goes.”

  I accompanied April, and thirty minutes later, she pulled her BMW into the Fancy Girls driveway. The parking lot was virtually empty with six or seven vehicles so April swung into the closest space to the entrance.

  As we entered, a burly man asked, “Are you looking for work?”

  April laughed and I quipped, “Sort of. Is Lita here?”